"Do you think he'll be able to live a good life?"

"That's not my business, I'm just giving him advice. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the night market that belongs to this city, they are hanging out, the marshmallow is not complicated, there is also a roasted marshmallow, you can make your own homemade, as long as you buy the raw materials, so they are roasting.

Albert's fingertips, the flames were slowly but steadily heating up the marshmallows.

Pure natural, pollution-free, magic heating, don't worry about eating things that are harmful to the body, they all think this way of eating is very good.

Today, one day, they left the caravan and went straight into the city, chatted with a beggar who gave up on himself, found a very small but cleanly rented house, and then, their nightlife has just begun, the city is still bustling at night, at least on the streets, there are not many people walking around, for them, the only difference between day and night is the length of time from sleep, and the color of objects with their eyes.

At least in their eyes, things are still very clear, but the colors are somewhat like faded old photographs, close to black and white.

It's night, after all.

This is what you can see even if your vision is not hindered in any way and the reflected light is not faint.

They were also fortunate to meet a politician who was giving a speech, the middle-aged man standing on the high platform, who made his own slogan: in order to compete for the position of the next mayor, big cities are like this, after all, it is decided by the people, so as long as they have the heart to climb up, they will express their political ideals to the people.

It's a little more lively at night than during the day.

Because people have done their work, they can have a good rest, they can take advantage of the rest time to come out and go around, there are also travel into the city, very rarely, the special snacks that belong here taste very bad for them, but the locals are very happy to eat, can only say that the taste is different.

"What are you looking at?"

"Fiction. Cecilia was reading a novel, and she had finally exhausted some of her energy during the long shopping procession, and sat down on the steps by the side of the road and decided to take a break, "Fantasy novels are routine, and you can see the end when you see the beginning, but it's good to read without a brain." "Which routine is that?" "The slap in the face is cyclically escalating." ”

Routines, everywhere, and here.

Basically, what can be summarized as a routine can be called a classic.

The cycle of slapping in the face is escalating, the most brainless, there will always be an enemy who doesn't have a brain, and is bent on opposing the protagonist, and there will always be a woman who is like a parasite, as if she has no self-awareness, and listens to the protagonist's words for everything, and there will always be someone who has nothing to do, as if she is full and idle or her brain has been kicked by a donkey, just to find unpleasant wonders for the audience, and most importantly, repeatedly, it is said to be another system of exercises with a different name.

It's very simple.,It seems that everyone can write.,But there's really not much that can be written well.,For example, I can't write well.,Because I really don't know how to write this kind of circular plot more interesting.,That will make me feel sorry for the reader.,I really can't write.,So I kind of admire the author who can write this routine well.,Really,It's not a mockery.,Can write the routine well.,It's more profound.。

"That's an old routine, and it's rare for people to write well. Albert pulled out the barbecue he had bought on the road, "One?" "Oh. ”

He ate the last roasted marshmallow, took a bite of a pancake he bought on the street, and took a deep breath as he looked at the man who was reading a book and was fascinated.

"Wife?" "Huh?" "It's okay, I just want to call you." ”

"I still remember when I first came to this world, although I didn't think that Lao Tzu was the best in the world, I knew a lot, and I always felt that I was better than others. The magic silently enveloped the surroundings, cutting off the outside world, and only she could hear what he was about to say next, "I know what a planet is, what the universe is, and I know a lot of things that other people don't know, so I feel better than others." ”

"In that small, small, small-sized village of Småland, I always didn't want to talk to other people, I thought they were muddy, conformist, hehe, I still miss them a little bit in retrospect. ”

"And then I knew how wrong I was, because I was detected as a wizard with a talent, and the talent was not bad, and here I am. ”

"Extra-verbal materialization, politics, history, astronomy, and all kinds of laws, magic, runes, at that time I understood, in front of my eyes, is a complete, real, vast world, a complete social level like a pyramid, and then I understood, except for crossing, I am an ordinary person, I have to start all over again except for experience, and no one in the world is born superior. ”

"So I took everything well that I was supposed to take seriously, and then I became what I am now. ”

The air around him, solidified at his fingertips, the dust condensed into a silk thread, one end connected to his fingers, and the other end floated upward, on the silk thread, there were subtle electric light, and there were water droplets flowing upwards along the trajectory of the thread, lifting Newton's coffin board, and finally at the end of the thread, the steady flame was still dancing, and the fine manipulation of power was undoubtedly revealed on this thread, although most people could do it, it was not unusual.

"Hmmm... Cecilia had already closed the book, tilted her head, and fell into thought, "What do you want to say by this?"

"It's just some emotion. The threads of his fingertips instantly dissipated, and Albert cracked his mouth at her, "I'm lucky to meet you." ”

"I'm lucky to have met you. The young girl blushed slightly and leaned on his shoulder, "We're all lucky. ”

Saying that, she squeezed him, and then the two boring people began to be in a daze, making him a little nostalgic for his college career, at least, at that time, a lot of people were making trouble and complaining, and they would definitely not be bored.

He doesn't know how long it has been, but there are fewer and fewer people on the street, but there are still, the wizards of the second ring and above account for seven percent of the total population of the country, which is not a few, and the vendors have also begun to close their stalls, she fell asleep, slept peacefully, in his senses, the other party's breathing became very soothing, he slightly heated the air around him, and then lifted her up a little, in the eyes of the party, it would be very comfortable and relaxed.

Now all he has to do is: try not to move.

She was sleeping on top of him, and the movement might wake her up, so he needed to distract himself.

It won't be long, will it? She'll wake up in an hour or two at most, and she'll feel full.

Tomorrow will be another energetic day.

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It's a bit of a Kavin.,Damn it.,The brain that doesn't fight can only write such a dry word.,I'll continue to write it seriously.,Structuring the world.,It's all come to this.,There's no reason to give up.。。。