The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life

Dark didn't hide it, in fact, he couldn't hide it.

People who can open a store on Traveler Street cannot be simple goods.

Don't look at the kindness of this old man, but as soon as he walks out of Traveler Street, he may be a ruthless character.

Duck simply pointed directly to the hook and asked, "Grandpa, isn't this the legendary iron hook of fate?"

The old man helped his long beard and said with a smile: "It's rare that you can recognize it when you are so young. Yes, its original shape is indeed the destiny hook, um, the soul fishing one."

Duck was puzzled: "Prototype?"

The old man nodded, took the rusty hook from the stall and wiped off the dust on it.

Then he said: "Legend is a legend because it is illusory and unpredictable. If people really take the real thing, how can they be worthy of the word legend? This hook is just made by people, imitating the legend. "

Duck nodded "ignorantly", a little curious: "Then grandpa, can it also hook the soul?"

The old man glanced at him, and suddenly waved the hook forward: "Scare!"

Duck shrank his head subconsciously, but the hook waved from above.

The old man chuckled and said, "You can't hook it, you can't hook it, which means you can get rid of a little distraction."

"Distracting thoughts?"

Duck's thoughts moved and he couldn't help but listen carefully.

Old man: "Come on, let me show you... By the way, what is your name?"

Duck: "Duck, how about you."

The old man nodded: "Just call me Old John."

After speaking, he walked into the dimly lit shop.

Dark hesitated for a while, but followed.

Old John only lights up an oil lamp when he gets inside.

The lights continued to diffuse, illuminating the entire store.

Old John took out a piece of matte paper from the drawer and shook it in front of Duck: "Golden paper."

Then he rubbed his golden finger on the hook for a while, and the old rust sputtered and fell off.

When he stopped shaking, the "Fate Hook" had become brand new.

Dark was amazed.

"Look up!"

Old John raised his eyebrows at Dark, then suddenly picked up the hook, poke and hook in his head!

The front half of the hook turned into a phantom when it touched the skin.

Then there was a transparent bubble that was hooked out of his mind!

"Snapped!"

Old John stretched out his hand and the bubble burst.

"Miscellaneous thoughts are empty, cool~"

It was a refreshing look.

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Duck couldn't help asking: "Can it hook out the thinking substance in the brain?"

Old John nodded, and then threw the hook back to the stall: "Old stuff, quality is not guaranteed. And you can't use it now. When you are in the fifth grade, if the hook is still there, I will sell it to you."

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Dark squirmed his lips, and finally quit the antique shop.

In fact, he also knew that all such high-level props that touch the brain require a very strong ability to control.

It's like he obviously has a magic brain dropper in his hand, but he only dares to use the safest "drilling water method."

This imitation of the Destiny Hook is very similar to the magic brain dropper, but the latter can only come drop by drop, while the former can hook a big ball!

That is too dangerous.

It's just a mess of thoughts.

I really want to hook something deep, I'm afraid that if you don't hook it, your whole mind will be hooked!

"Fifth grade?"

Dark could not help thinking.

"Do I still need it in fifth grade?"

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Finally, after supplementing a few blank magic cards and experimental materials, Duck left Traveler Street.

He still had thoughts about the destiny hook, but only a little bit.

When he walked into the castle, a drop of rain fell quietly.

It's raining.

"Lucky!"

Duck looked back at the rain clouds that were gradually building up in the night sky, and couldn't help but sigh.

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Two days on weekends.

Dark stayed either in the common room or in the library.

Occasionally, I go to Traveler Street, mainly to collect flower cards.

But the number of new flower cards seems to be a wave, and the distributors seem to have been hollowed out.

He turned around again and had three more prostitutes.

But he was not discouraged.

Now that the flower cards have been distributed, it is enough to ask students to collect them at that time.

It's just that this flower card always makes people feel unstable, and maybe it will be invalid at some point.

After all, borrowing foreign objects is not the right way.

Duck spent most of his time in the library researching theoretical knowledge related to thinking.

He found that his knowledge in this area was still too lacking. If he could study it more thoroughly, he might be able to use a more ingenious method to extract more [arrogance] and other major sins in a month.

Instead of just waiting for next month as it is now.

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It was the third week of November in a blink of an eye.

In the first class on Monday morning, Professor Silver was still talking about the theoretical knowledge of Summoning Sacrifice. The students barely made it to the end of the get out of class, and suddenly all became active.

It was Duck who couldn't help but smile.

The next class is Professor Kazel’s introduction to magic. Under the guidance of Professor Kazel, they will begin the production of the second magic wizard card in their lives.

Of course, there are some people who have already made the second one, just like Duck.

Emma Metis is one of them. When she is in the library, she occasionally summons her second wizard elf.

It is a gold coin with wings, and the best skill is to play as a gold coin.

Nine and fifty minutes.

Professor Kazel arrived in the classroom ten minutes early, but the classroom was already full of students.

He glanced at the enthusiastic students with satisfaction, and clapped his hands at the door.

Then two human-shaped muscle bumps came in carrying a big box.

"Come on three people and post the materials."

After retracting the magic wizard, Professor Kazel spoke.

Emma, ​​who was always in the first row, stood up silently.

Two other girls also followed with a smile: "Let's help too."

I don't know where to start, Emma's popularity has become less bad.

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"I think everyone in this room hasn't forgotten it?"

Professor Cazer took to the podium after the bell rang, and today is still gentle.

"In this lesson, we will practice the basics and practice together. Don't belittle it just because of the word'basic'. You know, for a long time to come, it will become when you make the magic wizard, The most commonly used method! Now open the textbook and review the specific steps of the basic training method with me."

As soon as the voice fell, a wailing sound suddenly sounded under the podium.

"Huh? Shouldn't it start production right away?"

"Professor~~~~~"

The little magisters are like being poured with cold water abruptly when the power of the prehistoric erupts.

The atmosphere in the entire classroom took a turn for the worse.

But of course Professor Kazel could not pay attention to them and continue the class!

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I brushed against the background for a few hours, then slept for an hour, ate a meal, and updated it late.

After 12 o'clock in the evening, count the owed changes, and we will come on next month!

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