Miro Blue Scroll

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Modu, one of the most famous coastal cities in Middle-earth, is also the area most affected by the outside world.

This area was not much affected by the Middle-earth gods when the Middle-earth Shinto was at its peak in the past. After the Shinto power gradually faded, because of the special geographical environment, it became a hard-hit area where the Middle-earth and other countries fought. When the soil was at its weakest, it even became a colony of other countries.

During that time, monks from many countries, as well as foreign gods such as Odin, used various methods to leave their own traces on this land, trying to use this as an anchor to explore the situation in Middle Earth.

Now, although the Demon City has returned to the control of the Middle Earth, all the traces left by the past still exist. The Middle Earth court had to send many monks to sit here to sort out the land veins and integrate the vitality.

This directly led to the incomparably heterogeneous aura of the Demon City, with ghosts and ghosts being bred from time to time, and many related industries were born invisibly.

It stands to reason that in such an environment, any monk with some ability can thrive.

"But why, Dad, you are in such a miserable situation, it is obvious that you are very powerful."

Wearing an exquisite and decent plain dress, a pair of soft flat shoes, and long hair, the delicate and handsome woman who looked quite bookish in the past looked at the old man in front of her with some doubts.

The old man was wearing a whitish shirt, wearing small glasses, and was lying on the rocking chair with a cup of hot tea. He looked very comfortable. Hearing the girl's question, he just said cheerfully: "Money or something, Enough is enough, not everything needs to be better. You have always said that you don't like to be in contact with people, and you don't like to be in the limelight, but why did you choose Chiqi Boy in the recent dream when you exchanged for the blessing of the name of the god? ? According to your past personality, Guangjisou is a more suitable name for you."

As he said that, the father pushed his glasses, and the girl muttered softly: "But Guangjisou's ability is too limited in modern times, and it is far less profitable than Chiqi Boy."

Hearing this, a girl next to Dad raised her head, and said a little strangely: "But sister A Ting, you have already earned enough money for the down payment, and now you are working two jobs, including taking care of me and Dad's daily life. It can be said that there are three jobs, and the monthly payment can keep up, why is it so..."

"Not enough! This amount of money is far from enough."

The girl got a little excited, she raised her hand slightly, revealing some parts of her clothes that had been washed white, she immediately put down her hand, maintaining the original decent posture, and said softly: "Xiao Yu'er, from now on you will Knowing that money is important."

After finishing speaking, the girl checked the time and told her father that she needed to buy dinner.

"Go! Go! You can get discounted dishes at this time."

As he said that, the father raised his hand, and when the girl went out, he suddenly remembered something, got up abruptly, and greeted the outside: "Fang Ting, there is one more thing, remember to bring me some tea, it's good!"

"Understood!" Fang Ting shouted, and quickly ran towards the nearby vegetable market.

After half an hour of struggle, Fang Ting, who was carrying discounted vegetables, was walking on the road with a smile all over her face. She secretly thought about the remaining time.

"If you go to sell tea according to the normal route, and then go back, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch the bus, and waiting for the next bus will waste a lot of time, and you won't be able to catch up with the tuition in the evening. It's too expensive to take a taxi..."

Fang Ting, who was muttering silently in her heart, looked around and saw no one, and then carefully observed the surroundings. There was no first-class surveillance. She stretched out her hand to make a formula, and a list of names appeared in her mind [Shinto·Zheng Jiupin Chiqi Boy].

In the next second, a faint red light appeared under her feet, giving her a powerful blessing, allowing her to quickly pass through some places that are usually difficult to walk around, and take a shortcut to run towards a certain direction.

But Fang Ting hadn't gone far when she heard a violent explosion, and the next second, a soaring flame rose from the port not far away.

"That is……"

Fang Ting's eyes widened, and the discounted vegetables she had managed to snatch fell to the ground. The next second, a bell rang.

After connecting, Fang Ting listened for a moment, nodded and said: "Yes, I'm right next to you... No, this is different from what we have agreed in the past... What? Is there such a subsidy...Okay, I see, I will immediately past."

Putting down the contact decoration, Fang Ting took a deep breath, looked at the half-broken discounted dishes at her feet, and felt a little distressed in her eyes, but after thinking about the subsidy to wait for a while, she took a deep breath and said hello to her father , and quickly ran towards the scene of the incident.

As she ran, a boy in ocher clothes appeared behind Fang Ting. The boy waved a long red flag in his hand, and flames like hibiscus flowers fell, surrounding Fang Ting, covering her appearance.

She walked quickly between the cities, but the burning fire in the distance, and the extremely dark smoke billowing above, like a giant beast hovering, made her a little startled.

'Why do I always feel that something is wrong? '

Fang Ting was a little worried, but the subsidy afterwards made her unwilling to think too much. She needed money, a lot of money.

And just like Fang Ting, the fire department of the Shanghai Metropolis is also going against the flow of people. The siren blares for countless people to get out of the way and open the passage of life.

The youths sitting in the car fell silent one by one, and the voice of the previous captain and superiors' communication echoed in their ears.

"You are the closest team, the first task is to save people, and then do everything possible to reduce the scale of the accident!"

Everyone knows the meaning of these seemingly ordinary words, combined with the thick smoke billowing outside, reaching the standard.

The captain was silent for a moment, then solemnly said to the teammates around him: "Brothers, I won't say more if I need to say anything, only one sentence, now is the time to fulfill our promise to the country and the people!"

Not long after the words fell, the fire truck stopped, and everyone got out of the car quickly. They saw a mess everywhere, a large number of blood-stained, and even mutilated people struggling on the ground. Some of the better ones either started to flee, or wanted to He helped the colleague next to him.

The air is filled with a strong smell and a little aroma of barbecue.

The captain hastily ordered the team members to carry out medical treatment, while he himself led two teammates to start an inward investigation based on the situation on the ground.

Logically, there was no problem with the captain's actions, but when he stepped into the fire and opened a path for the firefighters to enter and exit, another explosion sounded from the side, and the violent impact directly knocked him to the ground. Suppressing the nausea of ​​his guts rolling, he looked around, the road was covered in flames, and they were trapped to death in it.

What's more troublesome is that the captain only felt that there was something buzzing in his ears, and he couldn't hear any words. He knew that there was a problem with his ears under the close-range impact.

What's more troublesome is that his head is also a little dizzy now, and his vision is a little blurred.

The captain endured the pain and yelled for people to leave. During the process, he even tried to help a retreating and injured person.

But before he had gone far, another explosion rang out again. The fiery flames all around and the occasional impact knocked the captain to the ground again. Everything seemed to be in vain.

The captain felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the heat wave coming from the side, like the afternoon sun, was extraordinarily warm, and he wanted to sleep for a while.

Consciousness began to sink, and the sounds of everyone playing and playing seemed to be heard in my ears.

"Captain! Tell me, why did you come to be a firefighter?"

"Why else, of course it's for money!"

"Haha, I knew that the captain was doing it for money..."

Hearing the ridicule from his friend beside him, the captain closed his eyes slightly, and for some reason a sentence sounded in his heart.

"Wang Xiaobin, brat, you're being lazy again!"

With an angry shout, the captain saw a familiar black face, that was his father Wang Weiguo, the captain of the fire brigade who died in the fire.

"Stinky boy! Get up and run, there are still people waiting for you to save! How can you fall down here?"

As he spoke, Wang Weiguo picked up a girl and ran out.

The vague scene and the instinct to survive made Wang Xiaobin stand up again staggeringly, and ran out with the help of the unconscious person beside him. There were explosions from time to time along the way, but he followed his father's pace, always Can be avoided with great luck.

At the same time, shortly after he left, a ferocious young man walked out amidst the billowing smoke. He released streams of water to protect himself, trying to lower the temperature around him, but it was precisely because of this action that a second incident occurred. explode.

"Fuck! Why are there so many explosives in this port? Why didn't anyone tell us in advance?"

Fang Ting, who was standing next to the young man, also had a bad complexion. She struggled to control the flames around her, trying to take them away with a long flag.

But this move is useless, there are too many flames around and the temperature is too high, it is not possible for a ninth-rank name to control it.

In other words, [Red Flag Boy] can take advantage of the situation and amplify his own ability, but he cannot suppress the spread of the fire. After all, according to the legend, [Red Flag Boy]'s ability is to start a fire.

More importantly, Fang Ting vaguely felt that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere.

'The power of these flames is wrong, something seems to come out...'

Fang Ting felt it carefully, and suddenly found that there seemed to be the shadow of a crow in the thick smoke above. An illusory woman stood on it. Human vitality condenses one's own form.

The moment she noticed the woman, Fang Ting also understood her concept.

"Shinto, the eighth-rank god of disaster, Lingxiao girl..."

Fang Ting uttered a name with some fear. This is the unique name of the Fire God, a branch of the God of Calamity. It is far more powerful than her [Red Banner Boy], and it is also better than the names gathered by the young people nearby. .

Therefore, when the young man heard the eighth grade, he immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed: "This is different from what you said!"

As she spoke, she picked up the communicator and planned to question her. During the conversation, Fang Ting heard exclamations not far away.

"team leader!"

"Wang Xiaobin!"

Fang Ting turned around abruptly, [Red Flag Boy] saw a familiar young man through the billowing smoke.

The oxygen mask on his face had been taken off, and he put it on the faces of the people around him. His blood-stained face looked very embarrassed, but Fang Ting's pupils kept shrinking.

"It's him?"

Fang Ting remembered Wang Xiaobin, because the person who rescued her from the sea of ​​fire was called Wang Weiguo.

The reason why she wanted money so much was because of the hot flame that year.

The dead mother, the huge fine, the father who left early and returned late, was beaten and demanded debts were almost all the colors of her childhood, and all these appeared because that person rescued herself.

Fang Ting thought she would hate Wang Weiguo, why did he save her back then?
Obviously if he doesn't save her, she won't have to suffer, and he won't die.

But now, Fang Ting looked at that figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Fang Ting was scared, she didn't want to see the second Wang Weiguo die in front of her.

Raising her head, looking at Ling Xiaonv above, feeling her devouring vitality, Fang Ting whispered: "Leave him to me!"

After the words fell, [Red Banner Boy] soared into the sky, with red flames flying, and competed with Ling Xiaonv for the power of the surrounding wishes.

"If the disaster must have someone to carry it, then it is you! It is me!"

Fang Ting roared in a low voice, and the image of the child behind him changed slightly, his figure began to elongate, showing some feminine features.

"Hey, hey! Do you want to forcibly condense the name of the eighth grade?"

The young man looked at Fang Ting, as if he saw a lunatic. Since the bell rang from nowhere three months ago, someone was able to experience tempering in the dream, condense their names, and obtain extraordinary power.

But the acquisition of this kind of power is not at will, nor is it arbitrarily condensed.

For example [Red Flag Boy], the correct promotion method should be [Shinto·From the eighth rank Dinghuoshi] and [Shinto·From the eighth rank Wuhuoshi], and then promote to [Shinto·Zhengbarank Lihuoshi].

Although [Shinto · Eighth Grade Disaster God Lingxiao Girl] has a certain connection with [Red Banner Boy], the two are not directly promoted.
Forcibly ingesting the other party's wish power is no less than putting yourself on the fire, and the promotion is generally from the ninth rank to the right rank, and from the ninth rank to the eighth rank. All who try to do so are prone to mental problems in the end.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help avoiding two steps.

But what he didn't know was that this move happened to fall into the eyes of Mi Luo, who was watching secretly from above.

Regarding Fang Ting's changes, Mi Luo's eyes showed a trace of praise, but he was not very satisfied with the youth.

These micro-emotional changes caused the brightness of the two names in the treasure scroll to rise and fall, and Fang Ting, who was originally surrounded by smog, suddenly woke up.

Mi Luo, who no longer paid attention to this, glanced at the red fire crow in his hand, and said cheerfully: "I wonder if the following scene is in line with your idea?"

If you don't look at Mi Luo's cold expression, just listen to this cheerful tone, you may think it is chatting with someone,

But Fire Crow, who was looking at Miro, only felt that his whole body was icy cold, and the burning flame seemed to be silent. It struggled to leave, but Miro sneered and folded his five fingers, and the streamer with the great sun's anger flew around. He came out and turned his head to look at the east: "Isn't it good to wait for the last time in peace? Are you so eager to become the name on the treasure scroll?"