The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

After playing games all night, when Mo Xinghong took off his headphones and was going to sleep, the young couple next door didn't know how long they had stopped to rest.

All the resumes have been handed out, and Mo Xinghong has no plans for tomorrow. He is just waiting to see if there are any companies that can see him and let him go for a retest.

With this in mind, he turned off all the alarm clocks on his mobile phone in accordance with the habit left by the university.

sleep!

He didn't wake up until the fiery red sunlight shone through the curtains on Mo Xinghong's face at noon the next day.

So at least the problem of drowsiness is not an attribute of the golden dragon in the dream, he thought in his mind.

Mo Xinghong sighed slightly, but he hoped that everything in front of him was just a dream, a dream of a boring golden dragon.

On Blue Star, if he needs a background without background, and talent without talent, he can only be a mediocre feint.

He hugged the quilt for another half an hour before turning on the phone.

I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it.

"Gan!"

Mo Xinghong suddenly jumped up from the bed.

Yesterday, a company offered him a salary of 3,000 a month for an internship period and a salary of 5,000 after the regularization. He asked him to go for an interview at 2:30 in the afternoon, but it is almost 2:00 now.

He has completely neglected to eat brunch, grabbed the clothes next to him, and walked out while wearing them.

The distance from that company is not too close, even if Mo Xinghong paid a lot of money to take a taxi, by the time he found the interview site and went upstairs, it was already 15 minutes overtime.

I hope there are other people who can stand up first, he thought anxiously in his heart.

But before he could enter the office building, he was stopped by the security guard at the door.

"Stop, what are you doing here!"

Looking at the security guards with their faces full of flesh, fierce and vicious, as if they regarded him as some kind of villain, Mo Xinghong said quickly.

"Two uncles, I came to the company for an interview. If you don't believe me, you can read the text messages on my mobile phone."

He quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the text message, and stretched it out in front of the security guard.

When the security guard saw Mo Xinghong's actions, his expression slightly restrained, but when they saw the content of the text message, the look of disgust and ridicule on their faces quickly returned.

"You dare to be late for interviews. Our company hates late employees the most. And if you still want to work in our company, you should go home early and let your parents find you a job as a nurse!"

"you!"

Facing the vicious words of the security guard, Mo Xinghong's face was full of anger.

Obviously working as a security guard, they are just two ordinary people who are similar to themselves, and there is no conflict of interest, why should they treat me so viciously.

Mo Xinghong couldn't understand why.

When he was in school, he didn't go out often because he stayed in the dormitory for a long time, and he had never been treated like this by others.

At this moment, the anger in his heart was high, and he even wished to eat these two arrogant guys in front of him.

But this is a society ruled by law, and even fighting is against the law. He finally swallowed the anger in his heart and snorted coldly.

"If I can recruit you as security guards, this kind of broken company can't wait!"

After that, he turned around and walked away quickly, while the two security guards scolded his back behind him.

Mo Xinghong didn't take a taxi, didn't even choose the direction to go home, just lowered his head and looked for a random way.

There was a sense of anxiety in his heart that was difficult to vent, not only because of the two vicious security guards, but also because the world in front of him was too bad for ordinary people like him.

Looking up at the sky, the world is so big, but he always has a feeling of being suppressed, and he can't see his way forward.

Mo Xinghong walked into a park for some reason, and the noisy world in his ears gradually faded away.

When he recovered from his inner world, he found himself standing by the artificial lake, and the slight cold wind took away the restlessness in his heart.

Looking down at his unkempt hair, crooked tie, and wrinkled suit, Mo Xinghong suddenly laughed.

There really is nothing like a prodigal player who loves to play Yasuo.

He walked too fast when he went out, and he didn't even pack up.

Mo Xinghong suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the tie down. He felt his neck relax and let out a long sigh.

He squatted down slowly, and regardless of whether the water in the artificial lake was dry or not, he wiped his face with a puddle of water, and combed his hair.

In the rippling water, he stared at his reflection in the water.

Mo Xinghong's face slowly changed. Four dragon horns curved backwards on his head. His face was covered with a layer of gray-brown mud armor, only revealing a pair of amber dragon pupils, which were more dazzling than gold. Dazzling.

Mo Xinghong knew who the reflection in the water was. It was his existence in his dream, a strange golden dragon named "Ansi Er".

Is it because if you throw yourself into the lake now, you will return to that magical world after you die?

He is still a golden dragon standing at the pinnacle of the world, and he can destroy human towns with just a few gestures.

The storage ring is full of hills of gold and silver jewelry, and the magical weapons that humans have longed for are discarded at random in his place.

He also has a strong and obedient subordinate who always accompanies him, and cooks delicious food for him every day.

Mo Xinghong's mind flashed an absurd thought, but he couldn't hold it back.

In this world, he is just a dispensable person. Except for his parents, no one will care about his life or death.

In another world, he can dominate the life and death of countless people.

parents

Mo Xinghong sighed and stood up.

Life has to go on, if it's a big deal, go back to your hometown as soon as possible to find a class.

After thinking about it this way, Mo Xinghong has decided to leave this flashy metropolis and return to his hometown town the next day.

This is the best attribution of ordinary people like him.

It was only at this time that Mo Xinghong realized that he had done so many things in public by himself. If he was seen by others, wouldn't he be regarded as a lunatic?

He is not as neurotic as the protagonist of the novel, and he doesn't care about anything.

Fortunately, probably because it was a working day, there was no one in the park at all, and Mo Xinghong didn't have to carry the train overnight.

He finally felt a little relieved, he walked out for a while, and suddenly saw an old gentleman wearing sunglasses sitting on a chair, with the five characters "eyeless and sky" written at his feet.

It is not uncommon to have a fortune teller in the park, but Mo Xinghong was just in some trouble right now, so he became interested in it.

He walked over to the old gentleman and asked, "Sir, is this fortune-telling? How do you charge?"

"I don't charge, you just need to answer me a question."

The old gentleman's eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, he said in a deep voice.

Huh? Did you meet an old man?

Mo Xinghong was even more interested, so he immediately asked, "What's the problem?"

The old man smiled deeply: "If you have absolute strength, enough to dominate the fate of everyone in a world, what would you do?"

Listening to the old gentleman's inexplicably glowing speech, Mo Xinghong not only did not feel strange, but replied that he had also suffered from a secondary disease.

"I want everyone to enjoy the gift of fate equally, and have entertainment that can make a dull life happy."

The old man was unmoved by the words, just nodded slightly.

"Old man, do you need four pillars for fortune-telling? I have to ask my parents when I was born."

Mo Xinghong suddenly remembered something about fortune-telling and asked.

"No, I know your past and future when I see you."

The old man stopped Mo Xinghong from taking out his mobile phone and asked, and continued.

"You are young, your family is poor, your talent is not smart, you meet few good people, and you have no life, but after the age of twenty-two, you will be able to."

The old man paused for a moment, and then spit out the last four words.

"Dragon robe plus body!"

When Mo Xinghong heard the words, he immediately thought in his mind, I have heard of Huangpao plus body, but it's just for takeout, but what the **** is a dragonpao plus body?

Just when he was confused, the next moment, his eyes were illuminated by a strong white light, he lost his vision, and his mind was blank.

When Ansier opened his eyes again, he found that he had recovered his original body at some point, and his huge body was surrounded by a golden yellow solution.

Immersed in this yellow solution, Anse Er did not feel the slightest discomfort, on the contrary, it was extraordinarily comfortable and warm.

He stretched lazily, only to feel as if he had had a very strange dream.

In the dream, he turned into a weak human named Mo Xinghong, who was oppressed and looked down upon by other human beings of the same race, and had no future at all.

Fortunately, this is just a dream. When he wakes up, he is still a tyrannical golden dragon, and all mankind will surrender to his dragon might.

but

Ansier suddenly recalled the game that "Mo Xinghong" played in his dream. It was really interesting, but it seemed that the same effect could not be achieved based on the current world.

The concepts of "Internet", "computer", "mobile phone" and so on are very clear in Ans El's memory, but he only knows its effect, and has no idea how it came about.

Perhaps this will involve the laws of the world in the dream.

Ansier recovered from the strange dream, and only then did he recall where he was.

At that time, he came to the God of Light and entered his own soul space to establish the name of God and to usurp the God of Light as the place of God.

Glancing at the space around Huang Chengcheng, he already had a guess in his heart.

Could it be that I have plundered the throne of God and entered the body of the God of Light?

Ansier was overjoyed and quickly immersed his mind into his soul space.

As soon as he entered the soul space, he found that the three soul imprints that symbolized his mad believers were enlarged.

Ansier frowned, and soon he realized that it was not that the imprint of his soul had become larger, but that his soul had become smaller and more refined.

In comparison, the divine fire changes in his soul space are even more shocking.

The milky white flame that was burning quietly in the center of the soul space now has a specific shape. It is a golden little golden dragon, which is exactly the same as Ansi Er's soul.

Today's Divine Fire is far less huge than before, only one-tenth the size of Ansi Er's soul at the moment, but it has a condensed Divine Soul.

Although Ansair had never witnessed the birth of a **** with his own eyes, he knew that he must be an established and complete god's name.

I saw that on the four horns of the little golden dragon in front of me, four characters were vaguely displayed, which could be automatically converted into the language of each race.

The two dragon horns on the left have the word "Entertainment" written on them, and the two dragon horns on the right have the word "Balance" written on them.

Entertaining Anse Er can understand that the happiest thing in his dreams is "entertainment".

But he didn't quite understand the meaning of balance.

Does it mean fairness and equality? Ans Air pondered.

The interpretation of the god's name is extremely important, just a slightly different word, the clergy is very different.

But soon, Ansair thought of a more important question.

There is no word "light" in his god's name, why can he enter the body of the **** of light?

After a moment of contemplation, Ansier realized that only the **** in front of him could answer the doubts in his heart.

Damn, why didn't he send a manual to be a god, so that he didn't know how to do it.

Ansier gently stretched out his claws towards the statue and touched its dragon horn, and a message rushed into his mind from the statue.

He only felt that a cold and exciting feeling was transmitted from the dragon's claws to his soul, and was engraved in the depths of his soul.

"God of entertainment and balance!"

Ansair read out his own divine name.

He didn't understand how entertainment could go hand in hand with Balance!

Feeling the sudden addition of information in his soul, Ans El has a general understanding of how to use the divine name and divine power.

He gently mobilized his divine power, and the little dragon of the **** statue emitted golden light, and a thin golden line spread out of the soul space from the dragon's horn engraved with "balance", and finally connected to a core.

All things return to balance, and in the name of balance, he can borrow the divine power of other gods.

Of course, the premise is that other gods do not resist.

At present, there is only one God of Light with only a body left in the entire continent, and there is also a God of Life who resides in the Elf Forest, and Ansi Er does not have much use.

Fortunately, he can mobilize the divine power of the God of Light, and even if he fails to steal the divine position, he can still have room for manipulation.

Ansi Er only felt that the scenery in front of him changed suddenly, a huge perspective that he had never seen before, so that he could step on the Vassiloa continent in front of him.

The originally gigantic void seemed to be treated equally at this moment.

Feeling the boundless mighty power in his body~www.readwn.com~ Ansel felt that he could even hold up a world.

"Is this the power of the God of Light? It's terrifying!"

Ansel muttered in a low voice.

But he only has the perception of the God of Light for a short time now, and he cannot call the body of the God of Light.

He can temporarily use the divine power of the God of Light, but only if he consumes his own divine power.

Because he has always paid little attention to faith, so that his divine power is very weak, even weaker than the weakest and weakest gods.

Ansier felt a little, and there seemed to be a small bug gathering something on his body, but it disappeared soon, and it seemed that he hadn't slept for too long.

Not far from him is the means arranged by the Church of Light to block the entire body of the God of Light.

If it weren't for the mysterious magician's means, Ans El would have no way to get close to the God of Light.