unscrupulous angel

The big hooligan was suddenly stunned. Once upon a time, like this little boy, he looked at a sculpture with endless longing.When exactly?It seems to be the first to enter the fairyland.Who is that sculpture?But I can't remember it.

"It's really a green memory." The gangster couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, but it was undeniable that only with longing would he have the motivation to move forward.

There are more and more people in the small square, including practitioners and ordinary people.There are men and women, old and young.Of course, cultivators are also rookie cultivators, who are those who have just stepped into the threshold of cultivation, and are not even counted as entering the threshold.

Everyone chatted casually, talking about everything.

Practitioners chatted with practitioners about who broke through again, who got a good magic weapon, who challenged and was killed...

Women gossip with women, which man is best with which woman, which woman has robbed someone's boyfriend or even husband, which man is shamelessly cheating on his girlfriend's wife...

The content of the chat among the children is very interesting, new clothes, new shoes, toys, which other children are valued by others as having cultivation qualifications, can practice and so on.

The old people talk about their children the most. They feel sorry for the parents in the world. No matter when, in the eyes of parents, children are the most important.

The big hooligan found a random place and sat down, without using his mental perception, he just listened casually.As he listened, he felt that he was gradually blending into this mortal life.

Stay away from fighting, stay away from conspiracy, stay away from that cruel world!

It turns out that this is the life of a mortal, a life that in my opinion is extremely happy.

The big gangster thought it was a little funny, he thought so, but what about ordinary people?They should be very envious of themselves, right?The position of the station is different, the angle of seeing the problem is also different, and the feeling will naturally be different.

The truth is really simple!

He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and casually spit out smoke rings one after another.

Watching the smoke ring spread little by little until it dissipates is boring and painful.

But I don't know why, this feeling is more relaxed than ever.

Are you tired?

The big gangster shook his head, he didn't think so.

Fighting seems to have been integrated into his bones.If you really want to keep him away from the battle, he can't.What about training?It also seems to have become a habit.Conspiracies, tricks, have long been commonplace.

My life, inadvertently, has already changed.The life of ordinary people, although enviable, is really not suitable for me.

Maybe, what you can't get is the best, right?

A smile appeared on the big hooligan's face involuntarily, a smile from the heart.

The number of people in the small square decreased. It turned out that it was already dark before we knew it.Only then did the big hooligan realize that he had been foolishly working here for six or seven hours.Alas, I don't know if it has been regarded as a mental illness.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anyway.The important thing is that during these six or seven hours, his mind underwent a cleansing.The cultivation base of the state of mind has become more stable.

The influence of the non-hearty battle he experienced before has completely disappeared.

"Hehe, it's really worth it to take a walk this time." The big hooligan stood up and left the small square with a figure of eight steps.

No one knows that this unknown small square has actually visited a truly extremely strong man...