In the darkness, Liang De quietly descended to the world of No. 415 on the shore of the Blue Star Great System and the Sea of the Sea.

The partners they had never met used a very traditional summoning ritual.

The time is the beginning of the night, the magic time in the room, 23:00.

The location is a perennially dark room, and every corner is filled with strong emotional traces left by many living creatures.

Liang De looked sideways at his new partner who was sitting next to him without saying a word, and said tentatively:

"Hello?"

"Shh

The partner raised his index finger in front of his lips, pointed to the screen in front of him, and handed Liang De the popcorn bucket and a pair of movie glasses.

Liang De understood what she meant.

Let's watch this movie first.

Liang De leaned back in the soft chair, ate popcorn and began to watch the cosmic road movie called "The Demon God Falls."

This movie tells the story of thirteen powerful beings known as demon gods who fall together to the origin of the multiverse timeline in search of the "ultimate" existence.

When the King of the Red River and the Four Worlds in the protagonist group did not hesitate to abandon everything and fall towards the origin of the timeline, the barrage of viewing glasses was full of "men's romance".

At this time, Liang De heard the partner next to him "poof", and said as if he was talking to himself:

"The drill is a man's romance, the giant ship cannon is a man's romance, the Gundam is a man's romance, the tofu and rice belly is a man's romance, and even stupidly looking for something that may not exist at all is a man's romance.

What exactly is a man's romance, is everything that is a little silly a man's romance? The partner's voice is a little crisp and bright in the frankness, and it sounds like an accent from the Fujian area.

Liang De laughed when he heard this, rubbed the air and lit a cigarette.

The partner next to him tried to stop him, but found that there was an amber glimmer at the end of the cigarette to stop the fugitive smoke, and the man smoked the cigarette to the end in one go, but never exhaled any smoke.

Ignoring his partner's shocked eyes, Liang De indifferently threw the cigarette butt of the extraordinary power into his mouth to disassemble and recycle, and said in a calm and detached tone:

"The pursuit of unattainable illusory things in a mortal body has its own precipitousness and stupidity, and to sum it up is the destiny of the word 'man's romance'."

Liang De took out another cigarette and lit it, and said:

"It's just the two of us in the whole show, is this movie so bad at the box office?"

"I used a human banishment spell at the door."

"Tell me about yourself?"

"You come first." As his partner in a knitted sweatshirt drank from a Coke paper cup, Liang De smelled the smell of alcohol, caramel and malt in the air.

Drinking stout beer in a Coke glass at the cinema?

Daintily.

"Then I'll throw bricks and lead the way." Liang De recalled the resume he wrote on the cross-border bus during this time, and read it from the book.

"Contemptible Liang De, born in the Blue Star Great Series, the original practitioner of the White Tribulation Lower Realm, is currently employed by Mr. Tai Fengxian of the Thunder Evil Sect, and his position is the Fist of Fantasy.

He holds a bachelor's degree in martial arts from the University of the World Global Elite Sports Center at No. 423 on the other side of the sea and the world, focusing on the application and development of ancient boxing methods in the Eastern Kingdom, specializing in protracted warfare and tunnel warfare, and has rich experience in overdraft healing, biological transformation, refining of strange things, and children's education.

You can call me—"

"Lao Liang." The partner replied.

Lao Liang nodded that it was okay, stretched out his right hand and compared, and motioned to his partner to start introducing herself.

The partner's hand was caged in the sleeve of her sweater, and she drank tons and tons of strong dark beer in a Coke paper cup.

"Li Zhixian, as you can see, an ordinary beautiful girl."

After saying this, Li Zhixian fell into thought.

Wait a minute, as far as I know, ordinary beautiful girls don't say they're beautiful girls.

Liang Deyun used the Raptor Demon Pupil to strengthen his night vision, and looked at Miss Partner again in the darkness of the movie theater.

Li Zhixian wore a casual round-neck pullover chinchilla sweatshirt, a pair of lazy low-top canvas shoes under straight-leg washed jeans, and long black hair was between straight curls, which was a little messy texture, and the ends of his hair were dyed with a slightly calm ember red.

Her dark eyes under her retro round-rimmed glasses were three points drunk, and she spun around with a sense of intoxication, not knowing what she was thinking.

Liang De lifted the glasses that didn't exist, and the complicated beautiful girl identification mechanism in his mind came to a conclusion after a moment.

Ordinary beautiful girl, this evaluation, I agree.

The following is Mr. Liang's beautiful girl knowledge class.

Ask, how to determine if a girl is a beautiful girl.

Needless to say, all girls are beautiful girls.

Okay, now straight boys look at the next line.

The first rule of Mr. Liang's beautiful girl:

"Beautiful girls can't be described as buzzwords that have been active for 24 months."

The beauty of a beautiful girl, with the eternity of traveling through time and space, is an existence that transcends common sense.

When a person wants to use common words such as "beauty is crying", "what kind of fairy looks like this", "I can do it again" and other commonly used rainbow fart words to describe this kind of beauty beyond common sense, he will feel inappropriate at the moment when he is about to speak.

Because Pretty Girl doesn't need a rainbow fart at all, because a rainbow fart from the heart can't be presented in the ordinary form of a rainbow fart.

The beautiful girls in the first echelon can only be described in four-character idioms.

When we talk about Ryoko in the nineties of the last century, talking about Qingxia Manyu and Zuxian at that time, what we need to describe is a kind of beauty that has captured the ancients thousands of years ago, rather than a skin that just caters to the trend of the times.

The beautiful girl in the second echelon is suitable to be described by five or seven words of poetry.

It is the people on the edge who are like the moon, and the frost and snow on the wrists.

It's a smile between the bamboo fences, and the mountains and plums are always vulgar.

I remember the first time I saw Xiao Apple, and the two hearts were Luo Yi.

All in all, when you find that you can't find a matching buzzword to compliment, then the other person is a beautiful girl.

Liang De's martial arts spirit was running at high speed, and he wanted to find two suitable descriptions.

Li Zhixian's thinking is also running at high speed, and the calming effect of alcohol makes her not run away, but what is happening in front of her cannot be treated calmly.

She slept until half past ten in the morning and didn't brush her teeth before she received the relics of her aunt and grandmother sent by courier, and the two dilapidated parchments actually said that the ancestors of the Li family had been priests of the Kukai evil god Du Gongtai for generations.

A powerful evil god who wields the power of thousands of worlds and has far-reaching power?

Believe you, Li Zhixian, who has a high magical education, doesn't believe that there are so many terrifying evil gods in the world at all, and the propaganda words are exaggerated and old-fashioned, most of them are superstitious sects at the township level, boring things that were completely wiped out decades ago.

But she drank too much last night, and in the morning, in order to relieve the hangover, she accidentally drank two more bottles of soul wine, and the whole person was in an extremely excited state.

"Fantasy notes? It seems to be an easy clerical job, but I've been unemployed for so long anyway, so it doesn't matter if I work for the evil god! ”

Drunk, she begins to arrange the summoning ritual of the Fist of Fantasy with astonishing efficiency.

In this small theater without a magic alarm device, Li Zhixian used a human expulsion charm, and then drew a magic circle with strawberry milk instead of the parchment book "red fruit + goat's milk" written in the parchment.

No matter how much you think about it, you can't succeed, if it's really a powerful evil god's family, how can you respond to the call of this cheap discounted milk, at least it has to be Tesu!

However...... The summoning is a big success!

Li Zhixian stared at the man who appeared out of thin air next to him for a long time, and he didn't gain anything except that he smiled a bit like a Shiba Inu.

I understand!

Watching movies with men is not my home field, and it's normal to not be able to think of a way to deal with this unfamiliar scene, and I have to switch to an environment that I am familiar with!

"That...... Lao Liang, why don't we go and have a drink or two first? ”

Masturbation?

Liang De's soul outside the gate was instantly activated at this moment.

"The old girl is a particular person, walking!"