I never thought about what the future would look like, and even if I made a draft, I deleted it.

It is because there are too many variables and many fates, and it is also because the floating world is difficult and the road is difficult.

Now I have nothing, I can't talk about my dreams, I can't see the future.

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Mo Xie stood in the darkness of the night, rushing towards his destination with the guidance of the stars of the extreme north.

Under his groping, his spiritual power could fly in just one day, after all, his foundation was amazingly thick.

The bottom line of flight is estimated to be about one hundred and fifteen in his estimation, and maintaining flight will consume about two points of spiritual power per second, according to the calculation of the Holy Scripture, the recovery rate of his spiritual power is ten points per second, which means that he can fly all the time.

Of course, that's just theoretical. Mental recovery requires meditation and rest, or a strong mental dominance that can sustain both flight and meditation.

That kind of medium skill is definitely not something that Mo Ye, who can only be regarded as a slightly stronger ant at the moment, can do.

That's right, this is what the Holy Book gave to Mo Ye.

Although I don't know what the next punishment mode will be......

But Mo Xie always felt a powerful ominous aura hanging over him......

……

The sky is calm tonight, the clouds are good for flying, how can a night like this be without fireworks?

A huge stage was set up on the main square of Hollywood Studios, and fireworks accompanied light dances. (The following places are all fictitious by me.) ）

Tonight is the Magic Festival, where four of the world's most powerful magicians compete on the same stage.

It's just that......

These people had no idea that they had been calculated by Mo Xie, and this would be the first step in his plan.

"Ladies and gentlemen, bustling Hollywood!"

The host is wearing a tuxedo, dressed in hip-hop, and at the same time his mouth is oily and smooth.

"Of course, I know this is nonsense, so let's get straight to the point! I'm sure the performances of the four magicians below will definitely be much better than my words!"

The professional host will mobilize the audience's emotions according to the actual situation, and this one is obviously the best among them. At that moment, the "leader" bowed down and motioned with his hand to the audience to look to the side of the stage.

A magician wearing a cloak appears out of thin air, like a wizard using invisibility.

He appeared so abruptly, but there was no trace of PS in the whole picture, such a visual impact made everyone refreshed.

"Stryker! Stryker......!"

Someone immediately revealed his identity, no way, even with a mask on his face, the aura on his body that could not be concealed was still so outstanding.

"Invisibility Cloak" Stryker, a rising star in the contemporary magic world, is very well-known for his invisibility stream magic.

He shrugged his shoulders, and the cloak on his body fell in response, only to fall into the air and disappear into thin air.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, his cloak seemed to have fallen into another dimension, and there was not the slightest sign of its existence.

"Whew~!"

The sound of such a neat inhalation was enough to cheer up any magician, but there was not the slightest hint of joy on Stryker's face.

He knows his level and there are only a few moves that he can get his hands on, and that's why he gets the first place to play, it's a balance.

He wasn't the one who finished the finale, so cleavage could only do what it was just like that, and he wouldn't be able to play tonight.

However, he only had ten minutes, which greatly limited his stealth flow, and the venue also limited him to the ability to transform into that kind of large-scale magic.

"Tonight, one of the lucky spectators here will be blessed by the god of magic and join me on a short journey to another dimension, so I can guess who it will be......" Stryker stretched out his hand, and a large box appeared out of thin air.

"This box has the names of everyone present, of course, I definitely didn't ask for your names in advance, this is given by the organizers, ha. Stryker made a joke, he's used to it.

Stryker shook the box and showed it all sides.

The box was sealed, and as it shook, there was a sound of clumps of paper colliding inside.

"Alright, now I'll split it with my sword, and the name on the tip of the sword is the lucky spectator tonight!"

At this time, Stryker was wearing tight-fitting clothes and pants, and in the eyes of the audience, he decided that there was no place to hide a large box and a Western sword, so the scene was in an uproar, and the exclamations continued.

The sword pierced the chest, and the magician used dexterity, but the sword that pierced straight cut the box in two. Of course, this box is a special prop.

But at this time, no one will dwell on this non-trivial detail.

Magic is like that, and the world will follow it even though it knows it's just a hoax.

It's just that......

Stryker removed the piece of paper from the tip of his sword, but was stunned......

"Ann...... Andrew?"

What's the situation?

Isn't it "Mark Monson" that he should have come up with?

That's a big mistake......

However, Stryker is a professional magician, and he can cover up such mistakes.

But......

“i‘m，here。 ”

A voice rang out suddenly, and then the piece of paper in his hand was out of his grasp, as if grasped by an invisible hand, and flew upwards.

"It can't be!"

The audience at the scene is in a third-party perspective, and the situation on the field is clear, but Stryker, as a magician, has a blind spot......

Topmost......

Mo Xie stood in the air, standing a few meters above Stryker's head, catching the piece of paper in his hand.

Andrew's name was scrawled on the scrap of paper, but it was Mo Ye's handwriting.

"Bang Bang Bang!" The audience who didn't know the truth immediately applauded, and said that it was Stryker's innovation.

"I'm Andrew, Stryker's guest, and of course, I'm a magician. Mo Xie stood in the air, and he didn't know when a microphone appeared in his hand.

There was a lot of discussion on the scene of "......", and there was no such thing on the list they got in their hands. And Stryker, who is the person concerned, is about to scold his mother - what is this......

If this weren't the scene of the game, he would almost be ready to call the backstage host to come up and settle the mess.

"Trust me, if you want to win the championship. Mo Ye's voice sounded directly in Stryker's head, and at the same time, a powerful pressure descended on Stryker's body, forcibly stopping him from moving.

Mo Xie looked around the field, the first row should be a VIP seat, count it, there are only twelve people.

It seems that this is the case when the West shy away from the "thirteenth".

"Audience in the front row, I have some tickets for the 'Los Angeles Night Tour', how about it, would you like to go with me?" Mo Ye made a gentlemanly salute and slowly floated to the front of the audience.

"Is it 'Feitian'?" there was a young woman at the VIP table with a disdainful curvature on the corner of her mouth, she had seen the world's No. 1 magician David's "Feitian" earlier, and such a trick had long been outdated.

Her gaze scanned Mo Ye's whole body, trying to find a trace of Weiya's existence, but in the end, she found nothing.

"New technology...... she said secretly, she stood up calmly, what this trick is, just try it yourself.

"Stryker is just an opening clown, and you're just a clown's nursery. Her voice was very low, but it was just enough for Mo Ye to hear, and only Mo Ye could hear it.

This woman is about thirty or so and seems to be very prestigious among the people in the first row, presumably the organizer of this contest or something. As she stood up, the other eleven people in the first row stood up together, their faces full of admiration or mockery, waiting for Mo Ye to perform "Flying Heaven".