The Bald Monk in the City

　　 "Dare to ask the mage's name?"

　　 Huicai looked at the ordinary people in front of him with some restraint, and Huicai felt that the other party should also be a monk.

　　 After all, the opponent's head looks very round.

　　 But the strange thing is that Huicai did not see the trace of the ordination on the other's head.

　　 But if you call the other person a layman, you are not afraid of it.

　　 Although the other party does not seem to be ordained yet, Huicai doesn't feel that the other party is so ordinary.

　　 After all, the human skin that dissipated like a tide before and the illusion he saw made him faintly aware.

　　 Anyway, the other party seems to be a dangerous existence...

　　 For Hui Cai, who has suffered from the looting of demons, he can smell that dangerous breath.

　　 "easy"

　　 The visitor looked at him and said, Hui Cai's eyes were a little disturbed.

　　 Even though he didn't open the door outside of him, he showed a monster-like ferociousness.

　　 But his faint golden eyes under the candlelight still made him feel a certain sense of oppression.

　　 And Megumi realized that the words spoken by the other party had never been heard before.

　　 But Huicai could understand what the other party meant. He felt that it was probably the words of the mountain people in an unusually remote area.

　　 After all, his accent still has a similar framework to the local language he uses.

　　 And the other person's gaze makes Hui Cai a little uneasy, because it doesn't resemble the gaze of a stranger, without any mortal emotion.

　　Mei felt a little short of breath, but he did not run away or perform any other irrational behavior.

　　 To survive on this gray land, enough wisdom is the greatest guarantee of survival.

　　 "It's getting late, I wonder why Master Yi?"

　　 "The monks in the temple are already asleep. If there is a reason, I can go and wake up."

　　Meega calmly looked at the visitor and said.

　　 As for how rough his heart is, only he knows.

　　 He didn't know what he had encountered, and his strong sense of crisis refreshed his spirit.

　　 His heart seemed to be grasped by something, full of some indescribable panic.

　　 It seems to be the result of past meditation, but it is just his dream.

　　 "I want to practice my new year in your temple."

　　 Someone said with his strange accent.

　　 Even though Hui Cai was confused, he understood the other party's meaning strangely.

　　 He felt that there was something strange about the other party, which inevitably made him feel more flustered.

　　As the current host of Hanchan Temple, Huicai felt a little confused.

　　 Of course he was unwilling to take in such an unknown existence, but at this moment, the other party did not know where to take out a piece of shiny golden luster.

　　 After the opponent handed it over, Huicai couldn't help but move on for some reason.

　　The precipitation feeling and the subtle hand feeling that he started with suddenly let him know what he was holding: gold!

　　Mee felt a bit dry in his throat, and his face was full of struggling.

　　 After a long time, Megumi nodded.

　　The next day, the monks of Hanchan Temple were surprised to find that there was a new sweeper in the Buddhist scripture pavilion of Hanchan Temple...

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　　 "Is this going to mess up?"

　　 Gray Tarris looked at the information in the newspaper and frowned his brow.

　　Grey Tarris is his name in a foreign country. In fact, he prefers his other name: Xiong Bo.

　　Although electronic reading is now a mainstream information acquisition channel.

　　 But for Xiong Bo, he prefers to be like his father, holding a newspaper slowly watching the changes in the world.

　　Perhaps, that was some kind of influence from his father's generation.

　　 With the roughness of the paper and the smell of ink, the reading experience has its own unique style.

　　 Of course, this is just Xiong Bo's personal hobby.

　　 Xiong Bo straightened the newspaper a bit: a man's face occupies a huge section of the newspaper.

　　 Even though the ink presents it in black and white, Xiong Bo can still see the extremely hideous scar on his face.

　　 It's hard to imagine what those hideous scars represent a painful past.

　　 In Xiong Bo's view, such people shouldn't appear in newspapers in this way.

　　Because that represents the continuous performance of tragedies-he was not accepted by the society in the end, but returned to this cruel world in another, cruel form.

　　 The newspaper used a lot of words to describe his past.

　　 Judging from these words, it is difficult for Xiong Bo to equate it with the appearance he now brings iron and fire.

　　 After all, in the line between the lines, Xiong Bo reads an inspirational college student full of will and wisdom.

　　 But now, he is an extraordinary terrorist trying to split the local government.

　　 Yes, super terrorist is the definition of it by related organizations.

　　 Xiong Bo feels that this definition is too crude and rude, but it has always adhered to the style of related institutions.

　　 Xiong Bo doesn't think this is such a wrong thing, but from the academic and personal aesthetic point of view, he does not approve it very much.

　　 But efficiency and quality are always difficult to reconcile.

　　 No matter the past or the present, no matter the mortal or the extraordinary, it is like this...

　　 "Flame?"

　　 At this time, Xiong Bo heard his daughter's questioning voice.

　　 He turned his head and saw his daughter tilted her head and stared at the familiar figure displayed on the screen—it was the super terrorist he had seen in the newspaper.

　　 Annie Tarris shook the bear cub doll in her hand. She felt that the flames of the other party didn't seem very cool.

　　 She has seen the flame of Dean Emma, ​​the pure and destructive flame, full of a thrilling beauty.

　　 And the flames used by the guy on the screen always seemed to make Annie Tarris feel a little weak.

　　 Of course, the other party didn’t seem to attack directly by the flame, he was...

Well……

　　 Annie Tarris looked at the information on the screen again. What kind of high-temperature steam did the other party use?

　　 Steam Anne-Taris knew it, and Anne-Taris thought she understood the meaning of high-temperature steam.

　　 But does this have anything to do with flames?

　　Anne Tarris was lost in thought~www.readwn.com~ and then she stopped thinking...

　　 Leave it alone, just blast him with a fist!

　　 Annie Tarris waved the bear cub doll in her hand, and she felt that she had thought of the correct answer.

　　 Seeing her daughter dancing and dancing, Xiong Bo's face showed a slight smile.

　　 In fact, compared to Winnie Tarris, he didn't want to get Annie so much involved.

　　 After all, according to his thinking, he has suffered more.

　　In this world, there is always a bitter taste.

　　 But he hopes that his daughter's life is always sweet and happy.

　　 At least when he can bear it, she should be carefree.

　　 But in this case, mothers always seem more realistic...

　　 "Annie, does the college give you homework?"

　　 At this moment, the voice of Mrs. Winnie Tarris came out of the kitchen.

　　Anne-Taris:? ? ?

after class homework? Is there such a thing in the magic school?

　　Anne Tarris was deeply confused...

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