The Bald Monk in the City

"Today is really... an evocative day..."

　　 The night is getting dark, Lisa lay beside Lev and whispered.

　　 In her eyes that are as blue as the sky, they are as brilliant as stars.

　　 "Is he... an apostle?"

　　 The apostle mentioned by Lisa is naturally not the product of those tragedies in the Arad Demon Realm.

　　 is like the deep stigma left by Taoists on flower growers, it has a religious color in the bear country.

　　And the meaning of the apostle in that religion refers to the twelve people under God.

　　 Lisa certainly knows more and newer vocabulary, but in the face of that kind of glorious power that is difficult to understand for a lifetime.

　　 She suddenly realized that she could no longer calmly face the extremely ordinary man, he obviously no longer kept the same blood with them...

　　 That feeling, maybe it's fear, right?

　　 Lisa could not describe him in frivolous or illusory terms. She tried to summarize him with the most solemn words she felt.

　　 Even that kind of generalization made her feel a certain kind of anxiety from the bottom of her heart:

　　 is like in the name and custom of planting flowers, measuring the length of a snake will bring some unfortunate disasters.

　　 And looking directly at the majesty of God, it will also make people feel a sense of blasphemous guilt.

　　If Lisa is not a believer, she might not feel that way.

　　 Just like for a person who has no faith, overthrowing a temple or smashing a **** will not make him feel afraid.

　　 Perhaps what embarrass him more is the negative attitude of those who believe.

　　 But it is a pity that Lisa is not only a believer, but has been extremely pious...

　　 Later she met him, and since then the empty mind has a new belonging, and no longer needs to be filled with faith.

　　 Perhaps the heart can be compared to an empty nest, which is born empty.

　　 So people can’t help but fill it with all kinds of things: the joy of playing games, the unforgettable hatred...

　　 When a creature escapes from the amniotic fluid, he needs to face his empty mind.

　　 But the world will not allow an empty heart. If people do not fill it by themselves, then there will be other things trying to infuse it...

　　 "Apostle?"

　　 After hearing Lisa's words, Lev turned his head to look at his wife:

　　 "I don't think he will follow anyone or..."

　　 "...God"

　　Lev kissed Lisa on the forehead, and was pushed away by his wife with disgusting eyes:

　　 "I said if you don't brush your teeth, you don't want to touch me again!"

　　 So Lev, the former adventurer who had fought with a huge bear like a mountain, hesitated, just as he judged whether the trouble of running to brush his teeth or his wife's grievance caused him more headache.

　　 Lisa couldn't help but grabbed his ears, and then the former adventurer Lev was rushed to the sink...

　　 "By the way, why don't you let Misha follow him?"

　　 Lisa suddenly thought of something, she leaned on the door beside her and looked at her husband and asked.

　　 In the daytime, Yi Qiu once said that he could take their son to the temple for spiritual practice.

　　 But he also said at the same time that he might not have much time.

　　 But he will find a path that fits their son enough, as for the next situation it depends on himself.

　　 "Why?"

　　 Lev cleared the foam in his mouth, and he said vaguely:

　　 "Yi is no longer the same as before. I can't use our friendship to make him make some regressions."

　　 "He was indeed strong, but he is still at a certain limit."

"but now……"

　　 Lev stopped suddenly, there were some unspeakable emotions in his eyes:

　　 "You don't want to know what he did in the previous period..."

　　 "If Misha is really good enough to be worthy of the name of his disciple, let him go."

　　 "I'm just an adventurer who hit an arrow in my knee. Giving him the best sword in town is already extraordinary..."

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　　 "A comprehensive network player?"

　　 Chen Guapi looked at the naive panda in front of him. It was holding a piece of bamboo and eating with relish.

　　 It feels like enjoying food, which makes Chen Guapi want to try the taste of bamboo.

　　 But after all, he is still not a real Gupi, he thinks that single men still have to treat their mouths better.

　　 Chen Guapi looked at the panda in front of him. This guy is now getting fatter and fatter.

　　 And in order to keep it healthy, it hasn't taken a bath for a while, and its body is covered with yellow mud marks. Of course, Chen Guapi and some experimenters have different opinions on this.

　　 Chen Guapi doesn't think this is a panda, although it does look alike.

　　 Even after entering the laboratory, it gained the status of a panda.

　　 But Chen Guapi was not greatly affected by its strange charm. He could perceive what kind of lazy soul was hidden under the body that exuded the **** charm.

　　 This guy is just looking for a cafeteria...

　　 Chen Guapi shook his head. He took out his cell phone and began to read some religious legends of the Miao.

　　Chen Guapi is a Miao ethnicity, but in this era of racial integration, that can only explain the origin of his ancestors.

　　 In addition, probably the college entrance examination is also a good added value...

　　Of course, sometimes, it can also increase the probability of attracting girls' curiosity.

　　 So even though he grew up, Chen Guapi, who has never even seen the Miao costumes, talks about the difficult and difficult witches and the like, but he can make a point.

　　 Probably a behavior driven by reproduction at the core can gain greater power.

　　 But this cannot be changed. Chen Guapi is now single.

　　 After all, he fell in love with games when he was in college...

　　 In fact, the knowledge that he once memorized for picking up girls ~ www.readwn.com ~ he has almost forgotten now.

　　 But since the last dream, he felt that he might need to learn it again.

　　 Chen Guapi touched his forehead, which was smooth and round.

　　 Even because of oily skin, it feels smooth and smooth.

　　 But Chen Guapi always felt that there was something vaguely there, but he was not sure.

　　 Chen Guapi couldn't help but press his forehead, but nothing strange happened.

　　 But the abnormalities that came from the bottom of my heart and are accumulating day by day are telling him: He is not dreaming.

　　 Or, is it a very long dream?

　　 is just Chen Guapi flipping through his cell phone, he may already know what it is:

　　 maybe a pair of horns, a pair of horns...

　　 If it weren't the panda, or the iron-eater, Chen Guapi would probably not have thought of that festival.

　　 probably fate gave him some kind of restricted package, but as a mortal thing, he can only wait for fate’s favor or curse:

　　 "I have the iron beast and the horns. Maybe I have to grow another pair of wings?"

　　 Thinking of this, Chen Guapi couldn't help but smile.

　　 Where does the fate come from? How can the world today be disturbed by those ancient legends.

　　 It embraces all truth and goodness, beauty and ugliness, this world has a brand new future belonging to it...

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