"Dare to ask the mage's name?"

Hui Cai looked at the ordinary person in front of him with some restraint, and Hui Cai felt that the other party should also be a monk.

After all, the other person's head looks extremely rounded.

However, the strange thing is that Hui Cai did not see any traces of ordination on the other party's head.

But if you call the other party a layman, you are not afraid that they will not like it.

Although the other party does not seem to have been ordained, Huicai does not feel that the other party is a very ordinary existence.

After all, the human skin that had dispersed like a tide before and the visions he had seen made him faintly enlightened.

In any case, the other party seems to be some kind of dangerous existence......

For Hyejae, who had suffered from the ravages of demons, he could smell the smell of danger.

"Easy"

The visitor looked at him and said, the other party's gaze made Huicai a little uneasy.

Although he didn't open the door outside of him, revealing a demonic hideousness.

But his faintly golden eyes under the candle still made him feel a certain awe-inspiring sense of oppression.

And Megumi realized that the other party was saying something he had never heard before.

However, Hui Cai understood what the other party meant, and he felt that it was probably the language of the mountain people in an unusually distant area.

After all, his accent still has a certain framework similar to the local language he uses.

And the other party's gaze made Huicai a little uneasy, because it was not like a living person's gaze, and there was no ordinary emotion.

Huicai felt a little short of breath, but he didn't run away or do anything irrational.

To survive in this gray land, enough wisdom is the greatest guarantee for survival.

"It's getting late, I don't know why Master Yi is?"

"The monks in the temple have already slept, if there is any reason, I can go and wake up."

Huicai looked at the visitor calmly and said.

As for how turbulent his heart was, only he knew.

He didn't know what was going on with him, and a strong sense of crisis lifted his spirits.

His heart seemed to be gripped by something, filled with some indescribable panic.

It seems that the results of his meditation are just his dreams.

"I want to practice in your temple for a year."

The man said in his strange accent.

Although Kei Cai was confused, he understood the other party's meaning strangely.

He felt that there was some kind of strange thing about the other party, which inevitably made him feel even more flustered.

As the current host of Handan Temple, Huicai felt a little lost.

Of course, he was reluctant to take in such an unknown existence, but at this moment, the other party took out an item with a glittering golden luster out of nowhere.

After the other party handed it over, Hui Cai involuntarily followed for some reason.

And the feeling of precipitation and the subtle feel of the hand suddenly let him know what he was holding: gold!

Hui Cai felt that his throat was a little dry, and his face was filled with a look of struggle.

After a long time, Hui Cai nodded.

The next day, the monks of Handan Temple were stunned to find that there was a new sweeping monk in the Scripture Pavilion of Handan Temple......

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"Is this going to be a mess?"

Gray Taris looked at the information in the newspaper and frowned.

Gray Taris is his nickname in a foreign country, in fact he prefers his other name: Xiongbo.

Although e-reading has now become the mainstream channel for obtaining information.

But for Xiong Bo, he prefers to be like his father, holding a newspaper and watching the world change slowly.

Perhaps, it was a certain kind of edification of his father's generation.

With the coarse rubbing of paper and the smell of ink, that reading experience has its own unique style.

Of course, this is just Xiong Bo's personal hobby.

Xiong Bo straightened the newspaper a bit: a man's face took up a large part of the paper's pages.

Although the ink renders it in black and white, Xiong Bo can still see the hideous scar on his face.

It's hard to imagine what a painful past those hideous scars represent.

In Xiong Bo's view, such a person should not appear in the newspaper in such a form.

Because it represents the continuous unfolding of tragedy - he is not accepted by society in the end, but returns to this cruel world in a different, more cruel form.

The newspaper used a lot of words to describe his past.

Judging from these words, it is difficult for Xiong Bo to equate it with the appearance of the iron and fire he now brings.

After all, between the lines, Xiong Bo reads an inspirational college student full of will and wisdom.

But now, it's a paranormal terrorist trying to cut off the local regime.

Yes, paraterrorist is the definition of the relevant agency.

Xiong Bo felt that this definition was too crude and crude, but it has always been in the style of the institutions involved.

Xiong Bo didn't think it was a wrong thing, but from an academic and personal aesthetic point of view, he didn't recognize it.

However, efficiency and quality are always difficult to reconcile.

This is true both in the past and in the present, in the ordinary and the transcendent......

"Flames?"

At this time, Xiong Bo heard his daughter's question.

He turned his head to see his daughter tilting her head to stare at the familiar figure on the screen—the same paranormal terrorist he had seen in the newspaper.

Anne Taris shook the bear cub in her hand, and she didn't think the other party's flame looked very cool.

She had seen Dean Emma's flames, pure, destructive flames, imbued with a thrilling beauty.

And the flames used by the guy on the screen always seemed to make Anne Tares feel a little powerless.

Of course, the other party didn't seem to rely on the flames to carry out a direct attack, he was ......

Not......

Anne Taris looked at the information on the screen again, what kind of high-temperature steam was the other party using?

Steam Anne Taris knew, and Anne Taris thought she understood the meaning of high-temperature steam.

But does this have anything to do with the flames?

Anne Taris fell into deep thought, and then she interrupted her thoughts......

Whatever, just blast him with your fist!

Anne Taris waved the bear cub doll in her hand, and she felt like she had the right answer.

Looking at his daughter's dancing appearance, Xiong Bo's face showed a smile.

In fact, he didn't want to burden Anne that much more than Winnie Taris.

After all, according to his thoughts, he has already suffered too much.

In this world, there is always a bitter taste.

But he hopes that his daughter's life will always be full of happiness and sweetness.

At least as long as he could carry it, she should be carefree.

In this case, however, mothers always seem more realistic......

"Annie, does the academy give you homework?"

Just then, Mrs. Winnie Taris's voice came from the kitchen.

Anne Taris: ???

Homework? Does the school of magic still have such a thing?

Anne Taris was deeply confused......