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Perhaps, his bottom line is even lower than he imagined, and it is easier to break through.

What's the bottom line?

Is it really an insurmountable chasm?

Or is it some kind of measurement based on one's own values.

If even the three views can be refreshed and changed, what is the bottom line?

Businessmen also have a bottom line, not the bottom line of good and evil, but the bottom line of profit and loss, what about ordinary people?

Everyone thinks they have a bottom line, they all think they have a high bottom line, and they all need others to recognize this bottom line.

People like to put a series of constraints on themselves, which for most people, is not only a bondage, but also a kind of protection, a way to gain the approval of others.

When the majority of people in a group do that, and the rest who don't, they are alien and are easily ostracized or even expelled.

In the flock, when a sheep eats grass silently, the shepherd will be welcomed, and even the shepherd dog is good, but the wolf is certainly dangerous, even if it eats meat and hunts in order to survive.

Bottom line, it's really not a golden rule.

Many times, if it is hung on the lips, if it is put on the face all day long, it is more likely to be just a skin, a gorgeous sheepskin.

As long as the right means are used, as long as they are not saints, as long as there are desires and desires, as well as reluctance and expectations, then anyone's bottom limit can be lowered at a speed that is jaw-dropping.

Because it still exists because of external pressures, it still makes sense because of other people's attitudes.

In sheep's clothing, it is a sheep.

As for what exactly lies under the sheep's skin, even I don't even know.

Wise people have long understood that everyone has a devil hidden in their hearts, and no matter what they think, it exists.

So there are people who want to surrender it, and there are people who want to release it.

"Ah, god of arcanda, please receive the humbleness of me, the truest respect!"

"From today onwards, I will be your staunchest believer, unwavering, and forever unchanging!"

"Praise be to you, my God, that you are so great and so exalted!"

"Let me kiss your boots, lead your mount, be your groom, be your slave. ”

"No, please let me be a cow and a horse for you, just beg..."

Condi prayed in his heart a little carried away.

Maybe he is the real him now, maybe he is already dizzy now, and he can't even think about it when he is awake, maybe he is now taken away? Who knows.

Anyway, he remembered that this was the temple of the Iron God, surrounded by the Iron God's followers, and maybe even the Iron God was watching from the sky.

So, it's okay to think about some things in your heart, and it's okay to be disrespectful to God, but it's okay to say them.

Condi shook his head, leaving all those thoughts behind him.

He stood up with a nonchalant face, patting his crumpled garment, not glancing at the astonished crowd around him.

In his eyes, it was nothing more than a swarm of ants!

If, before coming to the temple, his indifference was a disguise and protection of himself, he was an ant insect to others.

Then after the miracle fell on his head before, his indifference was a kind of reserve, he knew that he had become different, even if he was still an ant, he was still an ant covered with a layer of holy light, an ant with a different kind of difference.

At this moment, his indifference, let alone any reserve, or self-protection, he no longer needed them.

It's a natural attitude, an attitude where strong residents have absolute confidence in themselves!

He was no longer an ant, but a lion fledgling.

A male lion who is sure to become the king of the jungle in the future, does he need to care about the eyes of ants?

Condi wasn't strong enough to be a lion yet, but he was convinced that it would be sooner or later!

Because he is not only different, but also has a huge contribution from God.

Relying on those, in the city of steel, even a pig can evolve into a giant pig in a very short period of time, with all kinds of incredible technologies, swallowing dragons and tearing phoenixes.

And he Condi, no matter how bad his qualifications are, he is not a person.

Compared to a low-level creature like a pig, I believe that his Condi's potential is still a little better after all.

Condi thought to himself, when he suddenly saw the young woman in the crowd looking at him in the same amazement. Even if she mixes in the crowd, she is still eye-catching, like the moon guarded by the stars, which makes people's eyes light up and pleasing to the eye.

He remembered her, the pretty girl, who always disturbed him while she was praying.

He didn't like her at all, because she was so beautiful, so good, she would make him feel inferior and make him feel uncomfortable.

Every time she appeared behind him, he felt like a thorn in his back, and every time she began to pray, saying things that he didn't want to hear or say before, it would make him feel that a full sarcasm came over his face, and he couldn't hold his head up, so that he could not concentrate.

A girl who is so good can give everything she has to God and say it without hesitation or reservation.

What about him?

Is it because I don't bother to say it, because I'm afraid that I'm not qualified to say it, or because... Some more unspeakable reason?

Is faith really just a matter of putting it in the heart? Is the faith on the lips superficial, not in the mouth, but deep?

Looking at the heart without looking at the line, looking at the line without looking at the heart, it makes sense, and it doesn't make sense.

If you have a firm faith in your heart, unless there are special circumstances, it will probably always come out naturally, and not necessarily only when you pray, when you are delusional, will reveal that serious attitude!

On the other hand, if the doctrine is put on the lips all the time and put into practice, then over time, unless you really have different aspirations and are extremely firm, I am afraid that you will be "brainwashed" to some extent.

In the past, Kandi may have disdained to say it, because he was afraid that he was not qualified to say it, or maybe he didn't dare to say it!

At least he knew he couldn't do that, so he didn't say anything.

At that time, he was devout and unwilling to deceive God. Still not pious enough to speak outrageously? Condi looked back and found that there was still no answer.

Fortunately, that doesn't matter anymore because it's in the past tense!

With a smile on his face, Condi nodded to the woman, and then said as if no one was in front of the crowd:

"Tonight, wash yourself, dress nicely, and go to the public area to find me. ”

"I'm Condy, and you'll soon find out where I live. ”

"I fulfill your small and humble wishes. ”

Condi said confidently, completely oblivious to the stunned and strange looks of the people around him who had become stunned again.

In the past, he needed to care about the eyes of others because he was too weak, too weak to withstand any wind and rain, and needed to be with the light, and even had to rely on self-hypnosis to anesthetize himself in order to make him stand firm in the crowd.

But he doesn't need it now, he's about to become a big man who stands tall in the sky, a destined powerhouse, the center of the world!

My name is Condy, and I will be the savior of the future!

Condi actually wanted to yell like this, but he was afraid that he would show it too much and lose the favor of God. Well, it's the god of magic, not the god of steel, but what's the relationship and difference?

Believe in the generous arcane god and give him a reward. There will be more than the god of steel.

"You, you, I, I don't even know you! You madman!"

The woman said in horror, her voice was beautiful and she looked beautiful, but her face was discolored, and she was very out of shape.

Her words couldn't help but make Condi frown, and even the people around her faintly distanced themselves from her.

You know, no matter how idiotic and foolish Condi was before, he was the one who had just received God's favor!

The woman soon realized this, but she didn't show the slightest panic, but with loss and grievance on her face, looking at Condi's eyes, she was also full of puzzlement, as if she didn't understand how an ordinary person who still had some shining points could suddenly become this virtue, divine grace?

Condi smiled and shook his head.

He didn't understand the woman's expression, thinking she was just scared silly.

At this point, his self-confidence was extremely high, believing that this woman would figure it out and make the right choice tonight, or that her family and neighbors would help her make the right choice.

What is the background and origin of such a young girl who needs to go to the public temple for daily prayer?

The distance between him and her may have been very far away before, but now it is the opposite, the two who are still far away have completely reversed their identities.

No, the gap between them has actually gotten bigger. In the past, the distance between him and her was still the distance between ordinary people, but now the gap between her and him is the gap between man and the future god!

I believe that as long as he is a normal person, in the face of his invitation, he knows what to do is the right thing, even on the surface, he is a man who has just received divine grace.

However, in view of the previous disrespect of this woman, Condi has decided to "punish" her at night!

Some of the super-heavy taste training methods that only dared to be imagined before may be used on her?

Anyway, even if you play bad or disabled, you can afford to pay for it!

Condi thought, his lower body was already raised high, and a large bag was bulging under him, but he left the temple with his head held high.

He is Condi, the future savior, who is bound to be the center of the whole world.

Even if there is an occasional loss of morality, what does it matter?

I believe that as long as he can successfully complete his task, God will not care about this. And as long as the god doesn't care about these details, he doesn't lose the favor of the god of arcane, and those who used to be high and high don't dare to say a word to him!

At a very high point, by the window on the top floor of a certain minaret, the two gods looked down faintly.

"The seeds you picked are really... Very special. ”

The Iron God's voice was full of ridicule and ridicule, even a little cold.

With such a look, could it really be that he is blind, and he still can't see the attitude of this newly promoted level 6 powerhouse?