The Bald Monk in the City

"What do you want to do? Tenis?"

In the dark world, Tenis quietly listened to her inner voice.

She can imagine the scenes of evil spirits lingering around her, but when she opened her eyes, she could only see darkness...

It was so silent, pure darkness, there was nothing else.

Ordinary humans will always feel a certain kind of despair flowing in such a lonely darkness.

But Tenis would not, she seemed so relaxed in the pure darkness...

Without restraints, and without those hostile and hateful eyes, this is her world...

"Tennes, you will destroy everything..."

But at this moment, her friends' worried words appeared in her ears.

That used to be her best girlfriend, but Tenis buried her in person—the naive and touched girl, but in the end failed to become the angel she longed for.

This is a terrible world: people do evil driven by desire, they are fearless, and they have no bottom line.

But on the other hand, it presents the falsehood that makes Tenis vomit:

Under those resplendent temples, among the gentle hymns, the world seemed to have become gentle.

But falsehood is false after all!

Tenis turned her head, and in the darkness she seemed to see the sad eyes of her friend.

In an instant, the picture full of nostalgia disappeared.

A dangerous and crazy breath began to fill the air:

"I should kill you, just like your mother with crazy blood..."

Tenis looked at the hideous face that emerged from the darkness, and there was no fear on her face.

That was her father, and the one who brought her completely into purgatory...

Tenis' eyes looked like a heavy roller, and it crushed that hideous face bit by bit!

And then, one by one, howls full of hatred came from the abyss:

"No! Tenis! You have nowhere to run!"

"Want to destroy the world? Ha, fanatic, come to hell!"

"We are waiting for you below, Tenis!"

"My dear apprentice, the venom you poured into the potion bottle is a bit sticky, you can give yourself better..."

"Come on! Honey, we will meet in hell!"

Tenis ignored the wailing that kept hitting her soul, she just sat there quietly.

Even with those wailing sounds, some strange smiles began to appear on her face.

lonely?

No, too much can accompany you in the dark...

"Let everything usher in its final judgment!"

Tenis pulled out a parchment book full of some evil spells from the darkness, on which some kind of destructive spell was flashing dangerous and crazy fluorescence...

"The end of the world... the destroyer of the plane... with the crazy end... with the fallen soul..."

"Come...and...destroy!!"

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I am a recorder, my name is Anthony Rey Duggan.

Many young guys don't like me very much.

I can probably understand their thinking: everything is always full of flaws, but they hope to get a perfect title that can fit and show all their advantages.

This is certainly a good... a dream!

We have to know that some things are always involuntary.

Just like the job I chose, in fact my dream is not to work.

But think about other ways to delay life is too cumbersome, I have to continue to work in this industry.

Maybe someone can take over my post, but I hope that will be later.

After all, the old things that want to live always have something to take care of.

As I said before, I don’t really like this job:

Those energetic young people always like to run rampant on various planes, which makes my old man who dreams of being destroyed in a certain plane a bit tired.

And this time, I was sent to define a new young legend-a legendary monk?

In the endless void, the elk led Anthony Rey Duggan's car forward...

Those evil and chaotic existences are naturally like moths attracted by light and fire, swarming to follow the elk that looks full of temptation.

But they can never touch those delicious flesh and blood, as if there is some kind of invisible barrier between the elk and them.

Here are some small pleasures of Anthony Rei Duggan:

Watching those chaotic creatures culling in vain is as pleasant as watching a donkey lifted by a radish.

"Let's take a look at the qualifications of this young legendary monk..."

Anthony Rei Duggan opened the thick book, which recorded countless secrets.

But he didn't like this thing, because picking it up meant that non-death could no longer let go.

A book that is defined as knowing the mystery of all living beings, what it bestows on the holder is actually some kind of disaster.

"Starting from a plane of dead magic? A good legend begins..."

"I started to like this young monk."

Anthony Rei Duggan tried to dig out a cigarette gun from his bag. He liked it-the shredded tobacco made from Chain Demon was a bit too spicy.

He never likes to hear other voices about the target before making relevant judgments.

This is one of his greatest pleasures in this work: sketching out a dark and absolutely unknown image little by little.

It is an addictive thing to savor the secret and legendary experience of a legend in silence.

Of course, there may be some dangers.

Especially for female legendary professionals, they don't like this kind of peeping.

"Epic bloodline ability?"

"This is not very interesting... Why does a plane of death magic appear in this bloodline?"

"Special integrated network version? No, even so, the characteristics of the dead magic network plane will suppress the emergence of epic bloodlines..."

"It's getting interesting..."

Anthony Rei Duggan read little by little the book coveted by countless creatures ~www.readwn.com~ He wanted to give this young legendary monk a proper legendary title.

This is a kind of qualification appraisal, although many legends say it doesn't matter.

"The outstanding combat effectiveness shown in the extraordinary period..."

"This is not uncommon. An epic bloodline is enough to give him the possibility of crushing in battles at the same level."

"Let us take a look at the experience of his legendary road..."

For a long time, Anthony Rei Duggan closed the book of mysteries silently.

He looked at the indeterminate smoke gun, and silently spit out a pungent smoke:

"It's a spicy enough story, but it's a bit fussy..."

"The birth of another Plane Destroyer? This is not very interesting..."