When he thought of this, his heart finally couldn't help but thump, and he was excited to open his mouth to laugh, but at this moment, a spiritual light crossed his mind like a meteor piercing the night sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His heart was shocked, his face suddenly changed, and he secretly shouted in fear: "Wait." Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'm excited? yes, yes, yes. Why am I so happy, so excited? Even though it's a real thing to be excited about. But, but, but, why didn't I think of another possibility?

Yeah. I just thought of another possibility, maybe there was no outsider at all, maybe, maybe, maybe, that white light was something on my body, because it shook in front of my eyes, so I thought it was white light. If you shake it too closely, a normal person like me will mistakenly think it's white light.

Yeah. That's it. But, but, but, if that's the case, then what can I do like white light? Dandruff? This shouldn't be possible. Yeah. If it's dandruff, it won't be like this, because dandruff, no matter how fast the flight is, it can't be regarded as white light.

The white light just now was clearly in the shape of a long strip. How big is dandruff? How could there be such a long strip? What the hell is it? Is it a lot of dandruff? Because it's so close, I can't see it clearly, and I mistake it for one?

Is this really possible? Isn't it? If that's the case, then wouldn't I have become a farsighted eye? Although the Federation is now technologically advanced, the number of farsighted eyes is very small, and if it is found that it is easy to treat it, but, but, but, farsightedness is also commonly known as presbyopia.

If I were presbyopia, how could I still be a courier? I'm going to have to wear glasses to see the name on the delivery slip. However, my current strength is not quite normal. I can clearly see the face of the guy on the other side, and I can even see his left little finger clasping the boogers clearly.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wrong. Wrong. Something is wrong. If I can see the face of the guy on the other side, it doesn't mean that my eyes are normal. That's right. That's right. That's right. Because, because, because, isn't that guy a little far from me?

That's right. That's right. That's right. The distance between me and him was exactly the distance that a farsighted eye could see. Damn, hateful, hateful! Don't I know if I'm farsighted? It shouldn't be possible, and if that's the case, why haven't I noticed it before? Yes. That's right. That's right.

I remember. I should be seeing normally. Otherwise, it would be impossible to read the text on the delivery list before I came. Yeah. The text on the courier list is very small, and it's also very close. But why do I keep feeling so uneasy?

Let me think about it. Let me think again. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Why am I in such a hurry? Why don't I try it now? Don't I have a courier on me?"

As soon as he thought of this, he finally smiled, took out a courier list with his left hand and put it in front of his eyes to stare at, only to see that the text on it was clear, and secretly exclaimed excitedly: "Haha." And so it was. And so it was. Sure enough. I didn't have any farsightedness.

Sure enough, if you think too much about anything, it's better to test it out. In that case, let me also go through the test and prove what the white light I just saw was. I remember the inference just now that if it all went right, that thing would have stayed with me right now.

And since the white light is flying over my head, it should still be above my head, maybe it's just stuck to my head, so I'll take it down and take a look. ”

Thinking of this, he raised his right hand and grabbed it to the top of his head, but after grabbing it several times, he never caught anything, and he was shocked and said secretly: "Strange." Odd. Odd. Why not? I didn't catch anything but my hair. Isn't that white light a dead thing, but a living thing?

But if it were a living thing, what would it be? If it was on top of my head, why couldn't I feel it? Could it be as light as a feather? No? Is there such a light thing in the world? Oh my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could it be a magic weapon?

That's right. That's right. That's right. Hahahaha. Aha. Why did I think about it now? It may be a little unrealistic, but, but, but, what I encountered tonight is still called reality? If I had left alive and told anyone, no one would have believed me.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's a magic weapon. I don't know why this magic weapon is on top of my head, but, but, but, it's a good thing. It's the first time I've been able to get in touch with a magic weapon so closely, and although it's not the first time I've seen a magic weapon, I've seen a lot of it in the video.

But, but, but, does the first time I get so close to the magic weapon mean that I can get this magic weapon? Yes, yes, yes. It's very likely. Because, if this magic weapon is going to take my life, it is impossible not to do it now. Yeah.

If this magic weapon has not been used yet, it must mean that it is not hostile to me. Yeah. Since there is no hostility, there must be good intentions. Hahahaha. A magic weapon will inexplicably have kindness to me. What kind of **** luck did I step on?

Ahh That's right. That's right. It turns out that God has already arranged this one. I said how could it be that I was so lucky today that I haven't died yet. I said how could I suddenly wake up today and find out that I wasn't stupid, but smart.

I said why did this guy in front of me suddenly let me go? The answer is a magic weapon, and then it makes perfect sense. Because he is also a monk, he knows much more about the Dharma Weapon than I do. Therefore, he will immediately retreat after seeing the magic weapon, which shows that this magic weapon is extremely powerful.

Yeah. Otherwise, he would never, never, never let me go. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's going to excite me just thinking about it. Hahahaha. I'm going to have a magic weapon. I'm going to have a magic weapon. I actually have a magic weapon. What a lucky thing that is. Sure enough, if you don't die, there will be blessings in the future. ”

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, the happier he became, and he thought, "But, but, but, now there's a problem that gives me a headache." Since this magic weapon is very kind to me, it is very likely that it will be recovered by me, but, but, but now it has not been subdued by me after all.

Yeah. He hasn't been subdued by me yet, so, so, so, it's all just a fantasy for the time being. But, but, but, is this really just a pipe dream? The speed is not right. Yeah. Wrong. Wrong. Definitely not. If it's not a fantasy, something must have gone wrong.

Let me think about it. Yeah. I have to think about it. I remember, I remember, I remember, it doesn't seem like an easy thing to take in a magic weapon. Even quite cumbersome. Yeah. It's quite difficult. So what should I do? Let me think again, think again, there has to be a solution.

But, but, but at the moment, what else can be done to solve it? What else can I do? Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is wrong. I don't think that's the case. Yeah.

If I want to take the magic weapon, if I don't have a good way, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing? No, no, no. You have to think of a better way. Yeah. I remember that if there is no mistake, the first thing to do to recover the magic weapon is to first be liked by the magic weapon.

Yeah. Otherwise, the magic weapon doesn't like you, then no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it will be useless. But, but, but, that's easier said than done. Yeah. That's pretty hard. It's not easy to make a magic weapon like me.

Although it seems to like me now, it seems that this liking is far from being willing to be accepted by me. Yeah. That's it. This is certainly the case. Because, if it had really been willing to be subdued by me, it would have been impossible for it to dodge it if I had just grabbed it with my hand. Yeah.

I just didn't catch it, which means it's deliberately avoiding me. So why is it dodging? The answer is clear. It must have been a little wary of me. Yeah. Although this vigilance is only a little bit, it is very likely that it is because of this little vigilance that I have lost the opportunity to subdue it.

That's a magic weapon. If it's something of average value, or a banknote, then I'd rather give it up. Yeah. Although I haven't seen what this magic weapon looks like, it must be worth more than a banknote. You must know that the value of a magic weapon may be discounted if it is in the Empire.

Because, after all, if there are many monks in the empire, if there are many monks, there will definitely be more battles, and if there are more battles, there will be more cases of magic weapons exposed, and if there are more cases of magic weapons exposed, there will definitely be many cases of dead people. As soon as there are more dead people, there will inevitably be more cases where the magic weapon becomes ownerless.

Therefore, the value of the magic weapon in the empire is definitely greatly reduced, because the number is too much, too much, and this is the difference in the value of the magic weapon brought about by the difference in quantity. But, but, but, however, this does not happen at all in the Federation. Because, the battle between the monks of the Federation and the monks is pitiful, let alone a magic weapon.

Headache! Headache! What a headache! It's the first time I've come into contact with magic weapons, and I've never had much experience. How am I going to take it? Wait, I might be able to ask this guy in front of me. Yeah. Isn't this guy in front of him very good at contacting magic weapons?

Because, his first personality was a monk. Yeah. Although the third personality is not necessarily so, the third personality must also inherit some of the monk's memories, such as how to perform the exercises, and how to manipulate the magic weapons. He is a monk, and if he doesn't have a magic weapon, it is too much to say.

He must have it, just, just, just, I asked him if it was appropriate? yes, yes, yes. That's right. That's right. That's right. It's definitely not appropriate. If I ask him, doesn't that reveal that this magic weapon is not mine? Isn't the reason why he is afraid of this magic weapon is that he thinks this magic weapon is mine?

In that case, even if I ask someone else, I can't ask him. Yeah. Once I asked him, then he still didn't accept this magic weapon? Although there are many ways to accept the magic weapon, there are high requirements for whether the magic weapon likes the master, but, but, but, the magic weapon is not a human after all.

Yeah. Since he is not a human being, then the magic weapon must not be smart enough. As long as the magic weapon is not smart enough, there must be a way to enforce it to subdue it. Or to deceive him.

yes, yes, yes, it's too hard. It's just too hard. I can't believe there is such a thing. Yeah. Absolutely never, never happens, and if it does, then I will regret it. Even if I hadn't been killed by this guy in the end, and I had succeeded in my counterattack, I would have been to death by myself.

Yeah. Because, once the magic weapon is subdued by others, the difficulty of subduing it is geometrically multiple. I'm just an ordinary person, how can I have such a strong strength to subdue a magic weapon that is already someone else's. Although the owner of the magic weapon is dead, it will be much less difficult to subdue, but, but, but, now there is a problem, how do I accept the magic weapon?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. God, this is hanging my appetite. I'm so uncomfortable, I can't stand it. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Why did God torture me so much? Obviously, God gave me the best luck and sent all the magic weapons to the door, so to speak, this is a duck to the mouth.

But, but, but, God didn't teach me how to take the magic weapon. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? It's like saying, God should have sent a duck so that I could bite it in one bite, but, but, but, it was a crab that God had been sending for a long time.

And I, I don't even know how to eat crabs, I don't know how to eat crabs at all. If you eat indiscriminately, it's just going to make my teeth pop. Why am I so unlucky? This kind of torment is simply unbearable. Is this really giving me hope?

Or did God never intend to save me? The reason why he let this magic weapon fly to my side was to make me simply excited and happy? In fact, he didn't intend to let me accept it at all? Then the intention of doing so is obvious. Is this deliberately playing with me?

Isn't that the same guy in front of me? God seems to be playing with me alone, but also this guy in front of me. (To be continued.) )