"Whew, I'm tired," as soon as he returned to the dormitory, Moss collapsed on the bed, "Return my original Mr. Faulk!" After a day of devil training, Moss only felt that he could probably soar, and he even felt that his head had dried up due to lack of water. "Evans, you're such a monster, I don't feel like you're stressed at all. Evans flipped through his academic notes and smiled bitterly, "How can there be no pressure, I am now completely relying on the spiritual light elixir, I advise you to review it quickly, otherwise tomorrow the teacher will be angry and the ghost will know how he will punish you."

I've heard that if you can't answer his question in class tomorrow, you'll be poured a whole bottle of 'Ghost Lost' and thrown into the hallway for half an hour," Moss was so frightened that he got up from his bed and dug out his academic notes. He had heard of the Elixir Lost: it caused people to have an extremely terrifying hallucination, which was said to be a projection of the ghost realm, and the whole person would spin in place until the potion was exhausted. It's nothing, the point is to spend half an hour in the hallway! The devil knows what he's going to do, and if someone sees him ruined.

Moss relied on what he had learned in class to use the power of the wind to give himself an introspection and observe the natal tree species in his body: a lump of green irregular objects that were constantly changing their shape (this is called a tree species?). After looking at this green and unidentified object, Moss began to build different geometries on paper, he needed to build the basic structure of his natal tree species in the future, according to the teacher, if you want to seek stability, you only need to get a triangular pyramid, but if you want to go off the rails and find another way, you have to build it yourself" Ten years, now is not the time to seek stability" Moss looked up at the deep night sky, silent and cold.

"Evans, do you have any ideas for building a natal tree species?" "What? What can I think of, I can't choose a triangular pyramid anyway. However, I've heard that many powerful scholars construct natal tree species based on something that impresses them greatly. So think for yourself" Moss looked out the window at the brightly lit academy and the bleak night sky, and fell into deep thought, "touching?hope, dawn, darkness, hope, dawn in the dark, ...... in the darkness Light, stars!"

Moss immediately picked up his pen and wrote the paper, like a madman, the ink swayed on the paper, the tip of the pen danced on the edge of the mysterious realm, and half an hour later, a sixteen-pointed star composed of special runes jumped onto the paper, this was his limit, and the more complicated the drawing would hurt the fundamentals. Moss let out a cloudy breath and began to think about what inscription to add to his natal tree species. The inscription is similar to a label, which can greatly affect the subsequent development route, and Jimmy has to be cautious, Jimmy thought for a while, and did not hesitate to pick up the pen and write:

Starlight leads the way, and the light pierces the dark night sky.

Thousands of stars and thousands of faces, no one can see through it.

A thousand stars are one, and there is no distinction between you and me.

Although the starlight is small, it will eventually light up the dark night sky.

The stars hold the moon, this is the crown of victory!

As soon as Moss finished writing, a silver light leaped out of the paper and fell into his body, and then Moss fainted. His last thought before he fell unconscious was: it seemed to be out of ...... Evans glanced at Moss, who was already on the chair, smiled helplessly, "I can really do it" and waved his hand. A gust of wind gently lifted Moss up, and then ...... Falling to the ground, Evans scratched his head in embarrassment, summoned another whirlwind and, bang!"I don't believe this yet!" Evans rolled up his sleeves in a scrappy manner......

Early the next morning

"Who did that?!" a roar came from the dorm room, and Moss looked in the mirror with a burst of bruises, and the bruises on his head jumped. Evans stood aside in a cold sweat: "Big, probably what a side effect." Moss sighed and wrapped his head in a rune bandage, pausing to check the abilities he had gained by solidifying the natal tree species: Starlight Guidance, Starlight Pseudoface, and Star-Moon Crown

Starlight Guide: Use the power of starlight to track the target, regardless of whether the opponent has life or not, and the strength can be accurately tracked, but it can only take effect when the opponent is under the light of the starlight

Starlight Masquerade: Coats yourself with a layer of camouflage that can be absolutely disguised when there is enough starlight shining on you.

To be honest, I was disappointed to see this Moss, this is the rhythm of making me a spy, huh? When he looked like another skill, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Really?!"