"Just like the novels you often read, there are indeed some people in this world who have abilities that are different from ordinary people, and such people are called capable people" Brother Qiao got up with a rare seriousness and began the work of popularizing the knowledge of newcomers.

"I'm Brother Di, then am I a thief now, I resurrect my armor without CD" Brother Jiao, who was thinking that he would have no money in the future, could perform a chest crushing boulder or something to earn some money, and began to swell.

"A rookie is a rookie, and he is resurrected, do you think you have your own infinite war continuation? At most, you can barely heal yourself, and you can only be regarded as an MT if you recover quickly, probably only an MT" Brother Qiao looked at Jiao Zuoren, who was trying to use a kitchen knife to try his ability on his arm, and did not stop him.

"I'll make up, Brother Qiao, what's going on? Why don't I get back blood? Jiao Zuoren, who was determined to test his ability, swiped his arm and watched the blood gurgling and staying, no matter how you look at it, the degree of bleeding is different from the degree of the wound.

"I haven't finished yet, you are really a Muggle, since God has opened a door for you, you will naturally feel cold and close a window, every capable person will have corresponding shortcomings because of the ability he has" Brother Qiao rolled his eyes and looked at Jiao Zuoren who hurriedly looked for a bandage to wrap up the wound in a panic.

"It seems that your flaw should be that the injury does not reach a certain severity, and the ability to heal itself will not work, and it will be counterproductive. Well, it's really a chicken rib, a T who can't resist with a slight injury, it's strange that he can't pull steadily, and he pit his teammates" Looking at Jiao Zuoren with a disappointed face, how could Brother Qiao let go of such an opportunity to blow at a deep level, and his eyebrows suddenly danced, and he began to taunt.

Because he couldn't beat it, Jiao Zuoren, who endured the ridicule, could only change the topic awkwardly, "Brother Qiao, what is your ability?" ”

This time, it was replaced by Brother Qiao's stiff expression, "Ahem, I can control the metal, just like I control my own body"

“？？？ Why are you so awesome? Are you a male or am I? Jiao Zuoren began to wonder if the author had confused the male and the second, and kept scolding someone for being unfair.

"By the way, what about your flaws? I don't feel like there's any flaw in such a handsome ability," Jiao Zuoren still asked the question that Brother Qiao didn't want to mention.

"Uh... I can control metals perfectly, but because I am too close to metals, there is a rejection of non-metallic substances, that is, I often can't control non-metallic substances well" Brother Qiao's face was embarrassed and sad like an innocent teenager who had just experienced the ravage.

"What's the concept of bad control? Why don't I understand it? Jiao Zuoren didn't see Brother Qiao's embarrassment at all, and continued to ask.

"Even if you touch a plate, you have to watch it, sometimes the plate will blow up by itself" Brother Qiao, who seemed to evoke tragic memories, covered his face with his hands, and his voice was very tragic.

"enmmm" Jiao Zuoren was silent for a long time after listening to it, and suddenly shouted as if he had opened his mind, "I'll make up!" Do you still blow up when you pound the pipe? Oh, my God! That's scary, isn't it? ”

"I think it's necessary for me to exercise your ability to resist blows" Brother Qiao seemed to know what Jiao Zuoren wanted to shout, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his right fist suddenly burst out and smashed on Jiao Zuoren's right shoulder.

With a miserable howl, Jiao Zuoren's right shoulder exploded into a big hole as if it had been bombarded, and Jiao Zuoren almost fainted.

Jiao Zuoren didn't say a word, hugged Brother Qiao's thighs and began to plead, "Brother, brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I don't talk cheap anymore, you are my own brother"

"Look, how good your recovery ability is, you still have to practice it often" Brother Qiao squinted his eyes and smiled all over his face, although in the eyes of Jiao Zuoren, he was no different from the devil.

"Don't don't, brother, let's not practice today, it's noon, my brother will buy you food" Looking at Brother Qiao's strange smile, Jiao Zuoren's whole body trembled for no reason.

Brother Qiao didn't pay attention to the Jiao Zuoren who nodded his head, but continued, "At present, there are two kinds of capable people, one is that all capable people should be gathered to manage them in a unified manner, and they are called garrisons, and there are also a group of slaughterers who think that only by destroying all capable people can the world be peaceful, and then there are idle people like us who do not join the organization."

"Those presidents and prime ministers are also capable people?"

"The capable do not participate in the politics of ordinary people, and wars, and must not harm ordinary people without reason, except in special circumstances, this is the hidden rules of the game, emmm but it is difficult to say whether there is support from the capable people behind it"

After talking so much, Brother Qiao was also full of tiredness, no longer paying attention to whether Jiao Zuoren still had doubts, stood up and walked upstairs.

"By the way, go buy me a lunch, and then you have to come with me tomorrow, and you can be considered to join us, don't refuse, I will hammer you, call me when the meal comes" Brother Qiao walked halfway up the stairs, and turned around with unspeakable ill intentions on his face.

Looking at Jiao Zuoren, whose right shoulder had recovered as before, he stood there stunned, confused.

Me, this is considered a superpower? But why is TM a T?