About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

Liu Ji couldn't help but think of a priest holding a cross and a Bible in the church. The electronic voice of "I don't know where to click" and "soez" rang out in the church, and he laughed out loud.

Ya Yin not far away cast a strange look.

Liu Ji touched his nose awkwardly.

Over the years as a potato, he had relied solely on random thoughts to amuse himself, and he had fallen into his old habit again just now if he wasn't paying attention.

In order to cover up his embarrassment, he quickly put his eyes back on the book and read out the words in the book habitually.

This time, his disobedient tongue suddenly became obedient, and he pronounced the correct syllables smoothly.

But he forgot that now his right index finger was not pointing to the sky, but because he was touching his nose, it was pointing to his head.

And the moment he said this word, he felt that some energy in his body was being affected, as if it was about to spurt out from his fingertips.

He knew he could hold back this energy, but something happened suddenly and he didn't have time to react, so he let the energy erupt.

The next moment, dazzling firelight filled Liu Ji's entire field of vision, and blazing heat hit his face.

But just a moment later, a large ball of water poured down on him, giving him a chill from the inside out.

"Pfft," he spat out a mouthful of water. He looked up and found Yayin not far away pointing her wand at him, with a look of shock on her face.

Liu Ji looked at her, then at the water on his body, then at his fingertips, and suddenly understood something.

Did you use magic just now?

Then, when he used it, he shot it directly into his head?

He finally understood why the diagram asked him to point his right hand towards the sky when he recited.

He actually complied with it, but he was distracted just now...

Then the water just poured on his head...

Liu Ji looked at Ya Yin.

The latter had already put away his wand and walked over. He squatted down in front of Liu Ji, reached out and poked his face, opened his eyelids and looked at him, and then said "Ah" to him.

Liu Ji hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth wide, and made an "ah" sound.

Yayin took out a small wooden stick from somewhere, pressed Liu Ji's tongue, looked inside carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Ji pinched his throat. This operation reminded him of seeing a doctor for a cold and tonsillitis when he was a child.

Just when Liu Ji was thinking about how to say thank you, Yayin reached out and took the thick children's magic book from his lap.

Only then did Liu Ji realize that the book had probably been damaged by the cold water poured on it.

Yayin gently flipped through the soaked magic book, looking a little sad.

"Um, I'm sorry..." Liu Ji said it before realizing that Ya Yin probably didn't understand.

However, the other party smiled at him and answered him with a short syllable.

For some reason, he felt that it probably meant "it doesn't matter."

But, having said that, Yayin couldn't hide her heartache and sadness when she looked at the book.

Liu Ji realized that maybe that book might have some special meaning to the girl in front of him.

Looking at Ya Yin's back holding the book and leaving, Liu Ji swallowed and felt a little bitter in his throat.

"It seems like she got into trouble. She obviously lent me books to learn magic..."

He let out a long sigh in his heart.

Guilty, uncomfortable, even wanting to turn into a potato...

8. We don’t understand, and we can’t ask.

Yayin placed the magic book on a stone with good sunlight.

Then, she called out a chubby green bird.

The little bird jumped and squatted next to the magic book, waving its two small wings, blowing the gentle wind against the magic book.

"Really, teacher, are you trying to remind me?" Yayin looked at the book and murmured to herself, "You can't teach magic with a half-hearted attitude, you must treat every student with [-]% of care... …some type of?"

"But having said that," she looked at Liu Ji, who was weakly twisting his clothes not far away, "the incantation he just recited was just the most basic release of fire magic. As a novice, it is obvious that sparks can flash out from his fingertips. Not bad…”

"Genius...or racial talent?"

"That's right, after all, he is a person who can turn into a potato." Yayin turned around and continued to talk to herself in front of the magic book, "So, teacher, you want to say, maybe I should teach him more seriously? It's like Was it like that when you first taught me?"

The breeze blew through the pages of the magic book, opening a new page.

Yayin closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then tried her best to smile.

"Well, that's fine, just think of finding something for yourself to do," she said softly, turning around, "otherwise, I'm really afraid that I'll want to find you now..."

Opening the space door, Yayin took out a dry linen robe and walked towards Liu Ji, who was baking clothes by the fire.

Liu Ji was still feeling guilty. When he saw Yayin coming to him with a new piece of clothing, he couldn't be embarrassed to ask for it. He quickly waved his hands to indicate that he didn't need to change clothes and could just dry them by the fire.

Of course, Yayin ignored his refusal and handed the new clothes directly to Liu Ji.

Liu Ji still didn't want to answer, so he pushed his clothes back and waved his hands repeatedly.

But what he didn't expect was that Yayin actually raised her hand to lift his robe.

This shocked Liu Ji. He was wearing a robe, but he was only wearing a robe. There was a vacuum underneath the robe. If he were to lift it up, the truth would probably come out.

He quickly pressed down his robe, took the new robe, and ran behind the big tree to change clothes.

Looking at Liu Ji's embarrassed back, the corners of Yayin's mouth turned up slightly.

"Hmm... It's really strange," she thought to herself, "But according to the intelligence, there are savages in the wilderness here, and they are all tribes of low-IQ demi-humans. There should be no real human beings..."

No matter how you look at it, Liu Ji is inconsistent with the intelligence.

Is it an intelligence error?Or does Liu Ji have some unknown origin?

It's curious, but Yayin is too lazy to think about it.

No matter what the origin, what race, what information, whatever.

Now she has no interest in this kind of thing.

After a while, Liu Ji changed his clothes and walked out carrying the wet clothes he changed.

However, after changing his clothes, his hair was still wet. In order to prevent the changed clothes from getting wet again, he was forced to tuck his hair into a bundle, bend his waist, and hold his hair in front of him, which looked quite funny.

Seeing Yayin looking at him with a smile, Liu Ji smiled awkwardly. While thinking about when he would have to find a way to cut his hair short, he walked to the fire and planned to roast his thick green hair. Soft unlucky hair.

As soon as he sat down, Yayin came behind him and lifted his hair.

Liu Jizheng was wondering when he suddenly felt a warm wind blowing behind him.

Yayin seemed to be using magic to blow dry his hair.

This made Liu Ji a little flattered, but of course, he was more embarrassed.

Just when he wanted to say that he didn't need to bother Yayin, Yayin spoke.

"You know, when I started learning fire magic, I once burned my hair."

She spoke slowly.

"At that time, I was just like you. I was poured into a drowned rat by a ball of water from the teacher..."

Liu Ji couldn't understand a word, but he vaguely felt that it would be better for him to remain silent for now.

Therefore, he simply sat up straight, enjoying the warm wind while listening to Yayin telling stories that he didn't understand.

"At that time, he was like this, using gentle wind to help dry my hair little by little. To be honest, it felt really comfortable, warm and gentle."

Yayin said.

"At that time, I was thinking that it would be great if one day I could be as good as the teacher. Then, I could blow dry my hair every day..."

"Well, thinking about it carefully, it seems that I actually did it later."

"But... it's not enough, it's not enough at all..."

She sniffed and suddenly felt the corners of her eyes were moist. She quickly rubbed them with her hands and wiped away her tears.

Although it happened behind him, Liu Ji still noticed this small movement.

"Why is she crying?"

Liu Ji's heart was pounding. Could it be that because of his stupidity, the possibly important book got wet?

Just, it seems that this is the only reason I can think of.

After all, once the paper gets wet, it will become wrinkled even if it is dried...

Thinking of this, Liu Ji felt even more uncomfortable, especially since Yayin had no intention of blaming herself.

Liu Ji turned his head slightly and glanced at Ya Yin behind him.

At this moment, Yayin had returned to normal, as if the little action just now had never happened. Seeing him turn around, she even smiled at him.

It's so fucking uncomfortable.

Liu Ji would even rather Ya Yin scold him now, he might feel much better.

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In the dense forest, a young man holding a long knife was running through the woods.

About tens of meters in front of him, a giant bear with a single horn was running.

The giant bear was more than two meters tall when lying down. When it ran, the ground shook, and the roaring sound was like a charging chariot.

It's a pity that this "chariot" is now running away in a hurry.

There were several deep blood holes on its body, and the blood flowed out uncontrollably, dyeing the shrubs on the roadside mottled red.

"You can't run away," the young man with the long sword said. With a wave of his hand, a chain was thrown out of his hand and pierced into a big tree far in front of the giant bear.

The giant bear was startled, and just as he was about to turn, he felt a black shadow appear above his head.

"I'm catching up with you," the indifferent voice of the young man with the sword was like a death announcement.

Before the giant bear could react, the sharp knife stabbed into the back of his neck.

Arteries rupture and blood spurts.

After letting out a shrill wail, the giant bear fell heavily to the ground, struggled for a while, and then lost its breath completely.

"Huh, done," the young man with the long knife shook off the blood on the knife and put the knife back into its sheath.

He walked to the giant bear and lifted the giant bear, which was many times his size, onto his shoulders.

"This should be enough for us to eat for a long time," he muttered, adjusted the position of the giant bear on his shoulders, and then walked back along the way he came with light steps.

9. This meat is so old that I chase the cow to eat it.

Liu Ji had a very strange feeling.

His family's financial situation was not very good before. Like most people, he basically went to public schools from childhood to adulthood. He never attended any cram schools, let alone any that were paid by the hour. One class often cost several Dawan’s one-to-one teaching.

So in his memory, the last time someone taught him one-on-one, or taught him word for word, it should have been when he was in kindergarten...

But he didn't expect that he, who is already who knows how old if you include the time when he was a potato, would once again recall the feeling when he was babbling.

And the person teaching him word for word was a girl who looked like she might even be underage.

The strangest thing was that while he was learning, his right hand was tied to a pole stuck in the ground, and his right index finger was always pointing to the sky.

There is no doubt that this is to prevent him from giving himself such a blow to the head.

Although there was a subtle feeling of being treated like a child, Liu Ji felt...how should I say, a little excited?

After all, this is magic!

This feels like pushing open the glass door of the Internet cafe when I went to an Internet cafe with my friends for the first time, as if what was slowly pushed open was not the glass door, but the door to a new world.

If it hadn't been directly stuck on his face when he successfully cast the spell for the first time, he would have been excited all day just by successfully making flames spurt from his fingertips.

Unfortunately, since that time, what Yayin taught him seemed not to be complete spells, but some individual monosyllables. Although he pointed his finger at the sky, there was no reaction.