I'm playing Yuanshin in Tivat!

This first shock shook Lu Kong a little, and he couldn't help muttering, if she hadn't seen two things start to glow at the same time, she would have hid under the table with the typewriter in her arms.

Boom!

There was another astonishing shock, and the golden tiles began to emit dazzling light, which acted as a stabilizer and finally slowed down some of the shock.

Lu Kong let out a long breath and continued typing.

[The second time, the third time, the fourth time...the newspaper office is always crumbling, but it has not been completely destroyed. Barbatos's Wings of Wind, the Broken Dream of the Lonely King of the Tower, and Lu Kong's Steambird Newspaper Office are fused together~]

Should have spent the whole time.

Lu Kong finally breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his hand muscles again, and started to work himself out.

[Golden light, the golden light overflowing from the broken dream of the lonely king of the tower, in addition to protecting the newspaper from harm, it also coated the originally insignificant newspaper with a layer of golden light that cannot be ignored. 】

[Twarin rolled the storm, covering Mond's sun, and in everyone's eyes, I was the only light. 】

[The Wind Demon Dragon attacked Mond City, but strangely only attacked one place, and that place looked fragile, but it was never damaged, and instead released bursts of golden light. This is obviously a miracle. 】

At this point, Lu Kong stopped writing.

【It's great to show up in front of people~】

Chapter 72: Morax!

"Golden light?"

Even though the sun is covered, how can there be a light that shines like the sun?

From the outside world, in the eyes of the Mond people gathered in the square, it was a completely different scene. It wasn't that the damage caused by the wind magic dragon was too great, but that it was too small, and it didn't even cause any effective damage at all.

They all saw the golden light.

That light comes from...

Captain Qin's eyes are the best, and he should have been the first to capture this scene, but after Rosalia evacuated the crowd, she climbed to the roof one step ahead of time because she couldn't stand the overcrowded crowd, and saw the scene before anyone in Mond.

She was silent.

The newspaper office exuding golden light was crumbling under Twarin's attack, like a solitary boat in a huge tsunami.

It seemed as if it was about to shatter any moment.

However, nothing broke.

Weak and firm, just like the grass blown by the gust of wind, it will lie down on the ground when the huge force comes, and once the hurricane stops, the blade of grass will instantly raise its head, that kind of softness reveals extreme rigidity, and never yields.

"you……"

Rosalia shook her head.

"Why don't you take me with you?"

On the ground, Barbara, who was busy calming down the staff, also raised her head and looked in the direction of the newspaper office. The only light under the cloud was an existence that no one could ignore.

"Miss Lu...she is the one who shines."

She clenched her hands, and it seemed that in addition to her own sister, the girl had another admirer in her heart, and Barbara had a deeper understanding of virtue.

As for the piano.

She always stood among the people of Mond, holding the long sword of West Wind in one hand, and extended solemn etiquette towards the newspaper office. Under her influence, the residents of Mond City also calmed down. The extreme contrast formed by the roar.

Tranquility and noise, the ultimate contradiction, but there is no sense of disobedience.

In ancient times, when even history was lost, the scene where people prayed to gods and gods provided shelter for people seemed to reappear on the earth again.

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"This way of doing things... consumes a lot of energy."

Wendy was walking on the deserted streets, looking for travelers and Paimon in a panic. Since she had just arrived in Mond and had not yet established a network of contacts, it seemed that no one had informed them to take refuge in the square.

"How do I feel my own breath?"

Wendy tilted her head to the side, feeling very sensitively that something was wrong. In that large piece of golden light, there were traces of her own strength, which was also the one that Lu Kong took from him last time, which was very fresh.

"Ugh."

He sensed two different breaths again, and shook his head dejectedly.

Wendy took out the lyre and flicked it lightly.

"Praise the wind god."

"Although I understand that you are a believer in Fengshen, you should not praise Fengshen at this time. He is not the savior of this crisis."

"what?"

When the sudden voice came, Wendy looked up and saw Sister Rosalia moving on the roof. After confirming that there was no danger, she chose to approach the area where Lu Kong was. After seeing the bard's superficial cognition on the road, she couldn't help correcting her.

"What you should praise is that the lonely person who stayed behind at the newspaper, she kept all the dangers to herself, she is a truly great person."

"Really? It's amazing~"

Wendy put away her lyre and clapped her hands casually.

Unexpectedly, Rosalia flew down and fell in front of him, approached him, and forced Wendy to the corner, revealing her weak nature.

"Your compliment seems to be mixed with sarcasm and disapproval."

"Injustice!"

Wendy held up her hands.

This time, he praised sincerely.

"Praise the demon god of the mind and dreams, Miss Lu Konglu who always carries a typewriter~"

Rosalia's eyes lit up.

Knowing so clearly, this little bard brother will not be the same as himself, also a contract signed by Boss Lu, right?

Then we must praise together.

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Lu Kong was unaware of the face-to-face tauren behavior that took place on the street.

Otherwise, she must insert this wonderful scene of multiple misunderstandings, misplaced identities, and the classic nun's apostasy in front of the Lord God, into her own plot, even if it is a joke.

She is writing her reflections, and because she personally directed this grand "Mond's curtain call", Lu Kong's praise is swelling.

[Favorites are rising, I have already figured out that the upper limit of the level is stuck in the bond between me and the beautiful girls, and now I am directly apotheosis in front of the Mond girls, and I came up with this method I am simply a genius?~]

【ヽ(??▽?)ノ

^ o ^ /

(oωo)?】

Lu Kong even typed several emoticons, and the excitement was about to overflow from the paper.

Around her, the wings given by Wendy had disappeared, and the power had completely merged into the newspaper office, and the gold on the tiles was about to fade away. Even though she was in the room, the scene flashed like a mirage, and she saw scenes one after another.Intricate lights flashed before his eyes.

overlay.

The scene she saw at this moment was the superposition of Mond and Liyuegang.

[I can feel that the power of the three is merging, and the space has been deflected, but it seems that there is no further action. How can I alarm the Lord Yan who only sends down the oracle once a year and has no other communication with the mortal world? 】

Lu Kong thought about it.

Suddenly, it seemed that the power had merged to a certain node, and the golden color of the tiles completely disappeared, and a chaotic, complex, and full of pollution and raving power spread.

Lu Kong's eyes went dark, and he seemed to hear that terrifying raving in his ears.

The breath of the abyss!

During the period from the resurrection to the death of the lonely king of the tower, Lu Kong desperately suppressed the power, and Lu Kong stuffed his power into the tiles, and this power naturally entered the tiles.

Is that so?

Everything is calculated?

The dark breath spread, Lu Kong's head became more and more dizzy, and a huge amount of knowledge poured into her brain. She gradually felt that her limbs were out of control, and a new consciousness was rising, that incomparably indifferent and crazy individual.

The most frightening thing is that this is not a seizure, but the [another me] after mastering too much knowledge, and the whole process is completely irreversible.

Lu Kong covered his head and got up slowly, she knew very clearly what to do at this time.

"Morax!"

Stumbling open the thin wooden door, Lu Kong shouted with all his strength.

She immediately felt a heavy gaze focusing on her, and correspondingly, the abyss pollution on her body was also noticed.

"Come and hit me!"

Chapter 1: On that day, the whole Liyue heard that voice

Liyue Port, looking at history, is the most prosperous commercial port in Tivat. It is also said to extend in all directions. There are all kinds of treasures from all over the world. The market is crowded with people with faces from all countries. However, Liyue people often take it for granted and do not think it is strange. They regard it as the coming of all nations.

The Qianyan Army is an army that personally participated in the War of Demon Gods in ancient times. It has been established as an elite and magnificent.

Immortals are brave, and the people are also self-improving.

This has created the richest country in almost the entire Tivat

However, in the past few days, Liyue has not been peaceful. Even with the general affairs department to check the commercial revenue for a few days, it is [-] to [-]% less than before.

The reason is naturally due to the turmoil of the previous few days.

"Have the accounts been handed in?"

Caressing the jade abacus with one hand, the warm texture lingers on the fingertips, Ningguang is just playing with it, and does not really calculate. This wishful abacus inlaid with gold and carved flowers, each abacus is the best ice jadeite It's not that expensive, but the little idea of ​​using jadeite as a bead caught her attention, and Ningguang took it into her pocket.

As for spending... If a person makes money faster than spending money, then she will not think about consumption at all, but will be more vigilant about various investment traps.

After all, a failed investment is worth 100 years of consumption.

"Master Ningguang, this is the currency circulation of Liyue Port after that incident. We have adjusted the flow of [-] shops and the situation of ships sailing at the port. Sister Gan Yu has made the final summary calculation..."

"The total flow of water has increased by 7%, the consumer price index has also increased, the number of cargo ships entering and leaving the port has decreased, and the household savings rate has increased..."

Ningguang listened carefully to the secretary's report.

People's livelihood is a small issue. At the macro level, there are only specific data. This kind of data looks cold, but it can best reflect the problem. For example, Liyue's economic data now all come from the "black swan event" that suddenly appeared last month.

The black swan in economics usually refers to unpredictable and unusual events, which usually cause a negative chain reaction or even subversion in the market. Correspondingly, there are also "grey rhinos", which refer to risks that are too common for people to take for granted. It is a metaphor for a potential crisis with high probability and huge impact.The gray rhinoceros and the black swan are like two brothers, a concept that complements each other.

The incident that broke out last month is a typical black swan incident.

Sudden, urgent, unpredictable.

Ningguang closed her eyes, as if she was recalling the feeling at that time. From the ancient books and the mouth of the storyteller, she felt the horror of the war of the ancient demon gods more than once, and even felt that the storyteller's mouth was too exaggerated. It was not until last month that Ningguang realized how lacking human imagination is in front of reality, and the exaggeration of exhausted imagination is not as good as reality.

It was a voice containing filth and resentment.

At that time, Ning Guang was in the jade pavilion in the sky, in front of Gan Yu, practicing calligraphy with a brush that was said to be a "kylin hair".

Suddenly a voice was heard.

"Morax!"

The voice pierced through the north and south, resounding everywhere, as if it was everywhere in ten days and nine places, the condensed soul was trembling, and the filthy ravings resounded in her ears, making her throw away the brush and cover her ears.

However, it was useless to cover the ears. It was a dangerous sound that seemed to resonate with the soul.

Every syllable is like singing, resonating with the soul. That existence only read four words, but the accompanying ravings seemed to have sounded in the deserted wasteland for 4 years. The honorable name made Ningguang feel extremely strange.

dark.

Fallen.

confusion.

Crazy.

She nearly passed out.

However, everything that happened next has only appeared in the storybook novels. Everyone in Liyue will remember this day. It was another shot by the legendary Martial God. The last time was thousands of years ago. living human witnesses.

Meteors fall from the sky.