The Witch of Comprehensive Network: From Azeroth to the Classic of Mountains and Seas

Chapter 482 The "reasonable" goal of contemporary young people chasing extraordinary means (one update!)

Liucheng
Yi Xia closed the integrated network panel with his thoughts.

What did he think...

It turned out that he was the one who wrote the book.

It's just that it seems a little subtle.

The wild background of the extraordinary civilization of the oriental pedigree challenges the trial copy...

After Yi Xia drank a bottle of mint witch medicine, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Last night's brief sparring with a phantom of an ancient god of war gave Yi Xia a general understanding of these names and taboos active in ancient mythology.

Even if it is only its projection, it does not mean that it is weak and deceptive.

What's more, its core output is the ancient inheritance of Tu Shan.

Yi Xia is not very interested in this.

Or rather, no interest at all.

His greatest desire for the wild era lies in those rare and exotic beasts, heavenly spirits and earthly treasures that are rarely seen in the subsequent era.

Who would want to fight those ancient hunks to death?

What's more, based on Yi Xia's many encounters with fox spirits and monsters.

Even if it is an inheritance copy, it will not be so smooth.

These guys with multiple furry tails have a strong evil taste that is hard to dispel.

Even if they have the combat power to meet the inheritance requirements, they will inevitably be quite embarrassed.

Therefore, Yi Xia directly rejected the dungeon invitation of the integrated network player named Ru Ying.

But today, it seems destined to be quite a busy day.

Yi Xia had just finished dealing with the comprehensive network players who tried to lure him into the trap.

Before taking a few sips of fresh soup, he sensed a familiar breath of life coming straight towards the villa.

Cang Zhong?

What is he doing here?
Yi Xia thought for a while, asked Dou Bing to open the door, and temporarily blessed the opponent with some mana with his consciousness.

In this case, even if it is not a magical life.

Before Yi Xia's mana was exhausted, the other party would not be blocked by the effect of the expulsion spell on non-magical creatures.

And with the traction of the bean soldiers, the heavy iron door that had not been opened for some time was slowly opened...

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"Director Cang, are we here yet?"

Tong Bing looked curiously at the lawn surrounded by greenery.

This is the suburb of Liucheng, and it is less than ten minutes' drive from the street below.

Of course Tong Bing didn't feel that this was the final destination.

According to his idea before.

No matter what, it should be a rare and deep place, or a blessed place with a unique world.

In this way, it is in line with some of the images Cang Zhong described for him before.

Cang Zhong didn't answer him, but looked not far away, with a sincere smile on his face.

Tong Bing couldn't see the fakeness or the truth of the smile.

But he felt that if he was the other party, he would always be able to see the most sincere smile.

After all, that is a legendary figure whose real body is said to be like a mountain.

No matter who it is, you have to laugh when you should laugh...

Just when Tong Bing was complaining silently in his heart, he also showed a few warm smiles at the same time.

Through the car window, Tong Bing saw someone coming from the shadow of the greenery ahead.

He looked ordinary and kind.

If he was older, Tong Bing would probably be willing to spend a few pieces of pig's head meat, and then some Erguotou, squatting on the street and chatting about his existence all afternoon.

Cang Zhong got out of the car and exchanged pleasantries with the other party, and then the two walked towards the inside.

Because of the instruction before, Tong Bing and the driver squatted in the car obediently.

The driver looked, seemed experienced, not nervous at all.

He even turned on his phone and swiped up short entertainment videos.

Tong Bing wiped his hands on his pants calmly.

It may be that the weather is too hot, and the sweat on my hands is always a little unstoppable...

Maybe it was a psychological effect. Tong Bing always felt a little terrified when he entered the yard.

Clearly overhead is a bright and clear sky.

There is no cloud in the sky, but one side is pure.

But Tong Bing always has a sense of confusion, as if there are mountains floating above his head.

Tong Bing thought it was a psychological effect.

After all, it can be regarded as an "ancestor" existence in a certain sense, and some tension is inevitable.

Even the kid who was always chattering in his body may have been affected by him and became silent...

Yes, Tong Bing is a wizard.

At least that's how he defines himself.

From a very young age, Tong Bing lived in a foreign country with his master.

In other words, to live.

Sometimes, Tong Bing couldn't tell whether he was learning juggling or witchcraft.

In this regard, the master seems very casual.

If you can make money...

This is the master's view.

Tong Bing's opinion is that he has no opinion.

If there are rules, stick to them, and if there are no rules, use them however you like.

To make a living, I think too much and get stuck.

Later, something happened to the master, and Tong Bing returned to the country with his father who had not been together for several years.

Tong Bing returned to school, and began to learn "human nature is good at the beginning" with great difficulty...

After so many years, Tong Bing was about to forget his previous career as a wizard.

Unexpectedly, the world seems to have changed a bit...

According to different factions and orthodoxy, there are many ways to open the little ghost refining.

Some are bloody and cruel, some are vicious and evil, and some are peaceful.

Tong Bing once studied with his master.

It's just that he hasn't seen the master's little ghost.

Later, something happened to the master.

Those bottles and cans were also burned clean.

Before that time, Tong Bing had never practiced little ghosts.

Some people practice imps in order to gain wealth, while others do so for the sake of beauty.

There are also people who want to satisfy their own weird hobbies.

But Tong Bing is different from them. He has a "reasonable" reason that belongs to contemporary young people:
He is in order not to fail the exam...

Tong Bing never thought that just a piece of locust wood and a dead cat used to make up the number, coupled with the crappy craftsmanship he searched from his not-so-clear memory, could have such a treacherous effect.

Although according to the little ghost later, it may be the dead cat that Tong Bing used to sacrifice, which has a special buff for "dead cats catch blind mice", so he was able to succeed.

But Tong Bing felt that he might still have some talent.

Although, this kid who was useless except to criticize a lot, did not achieve his ultimate goal of refining a kid in the end.

He's still failing...

"Did you see it?"

Tong Bing talked to himself very quietly.

He always felt that the kid he had refined was extremely weak.

It even needs to speak by itself to understand what he means...

The imp didn't speak, as if it was dead.

And at this moment, Tong Bing suddenly caught a glimpse of a fiery red toad and jumped in front of the car.

It was a fat toad, two to three times the size of an ordinary toad.

If it is enlarged according to the proportion of ordinary toads, it is obviously a first-class and disgusting thing.

But the toad in front of the car was not that disgusting.

On the contrary, there is an indescribable majesty.

Tong Bing felt that the toad looked at him for a while, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And at this time, Tong Bing's phone screen lit up...

It's Cangzhong's call...

Tong Bing knew that maybe it was time for him to appear...

(End of this chapter)