"Saburo, I don't hate you," Muto Qing looked at the chat box on the computer screen in the No. 9 box where the taste of ramen lingered, and a sneer pulled out from the corner of his mouth.

He never hates self-righteous guys, such people are often used, very handy, just a few strokes, you can dominate the thoughts of that kind of person, and you don't even use spells, you can let that person go step by step according to your ideas.

When the time came, the computer began to shut down automatically, and he picked up his school bag and turned around and walked outside.

The owner of the bar is still buried in the game, and there are a few people in the lounge surrounded by comic racks who are there to read weekly comics, discussing the plot from time to time, complaining that so-and-so cartoonist shouldn't draw like this, and why so-and-so character doesn't die.

Leaving the Manke Internet café, it was already a pink-purple world outside, and a famous street lady painted lilac eyeshadow with bright red nail polish, standing there in a bewitching posture, spitting out the smoke in her mouth at the walking man, her eyes were expressive, and she obviously had quite skilled experience.

The men gathered on this long pink-purple street like dogs smelling meat, and Muto Qing covered himself with his wish power and calmly left here.

The bus stop is on the street, compared to the bustling street, there are very few people waiting for the bus, an elderly grandfather with a gloomy face and a straight figure standing there, a young and beautiful girl chewing gum and wearing headphones in her ears, obviously listening to a song.

He sat alone on a bench where no one was sitting, silently waiting for the bus to come, thinking about how to change the spell.

Once as an immortal king, he had many powerful immortal methods, and if he picked one out, he might not be able to use it for at least a hundred years, not only the problem of insufficient immortal power, but also the suppression of this heaven and earth should also be taken into account.

Just like the primordial god is suppressed so that he can't go out, spells may also be rejected by this world, and with his current strength, he will definitely not be able to resist that repulsion.

The improvement of the immortal method cannot pick the powerful change, but the change of those spells with super small power, such as the immortal method of the earth immortal level.

As for the spells before the immortals, Muto Qing really hadn't learned them, and he had reached the realm of immortals with his cultivation techniques in one go.

In that Yuanyang Immortal Realm full of spiritual energy, you are embarrassed to go out below the immortals, even the level of the earth immortals belongs to cannon fodder.

A big war, immortal seventy or eighty thousand heavenly immortals and earth immortals, can it be called a big war?

While pondering, a bus had already left, and he walked up, threw in two hundred yen coins, and found a place to sit, looking out the window, thinking about the spell.

When we arrived at Itabashi Street, the bus stopped, and Muto Aoi got off here and walked along the hillside path.

There was silence all around, the noise of the city was not conveyed to this side, the moonlight shone brightly, the river flowed slowly, the night breeze blew on people's faces, and the shadows on the ground were long.

The second floor of the residents' houses is lit up, and the ground floor is dark, and the voice of the mother can occasionally be heard talking about her son.

He seemed to be in the middle of an evil spirit, his eyes were blank, and his body subconsciously walked towards home, and his mind was constantly calculating the improvement of various spells.

I have a headache when I think about it, but I still haven't come up with a good way, the immortal method is too strong, and sometimes it's not a good thing.

Muto Qing smiled bitterly, never thought that if he was bent on pursuing the strongest himself, he would have a headache for the too powerful immortal method.

"It's too slow! What are you doing outside when you don't come home at night? At the door of Muto's house, under the bright street lamp, a girl with a lilac ponytail crossed her hands on her hips, her eyes were round, and she asked a menacing question.

Looking at her like this, Muto Qing felt more and more headaches, her delicate face showed a tired look, and she said weakly: "Yuzi, I'm just going out to play a little, don't make such a fuss." ”

Okura Tamako's two beautiful eyebrows were squeezed together, and her eyes looked him up and down suspiciously, thinking that her mother was right, when a man is rich, he becomes a prodigal, and Qingjun was obviously a person who never went out at night before.

She gritted her silver teeth and made up her mind: "Qingjun, I won't give you pocket money in the morning in the future, if you have something to use, you tell me, I'll give it again, otherwise, I won't give you a penny." ”

Finding a wronged leader, Muto Qing's need for pocket money is not very big, and he said lightly: "Hey, everything is up to you." ”

The understatement made her next words of persuasion rot in her throat, and a flash of embarrassment flashed on her beautiful face, and then a look of concern emerged: "You look tired, haven't you eaten dinner?" Wait, I'll cook you curry. ”

Muto Qing didn't refuse, nodded and said, "Well, I'm sorry for you, Tamako." ”

The damn canned ramen was completely full, and he didn't feel hungry when he was thinking about it just now, and after a few words with Tamako, the hunger in his stomach really rose, making him want to eat, and the refrigerator in the house was empty.

Wait, fridge? A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, from the memory of the original owner, the refrigerator should have the effect of refrigeration, is there any ice?

Thinking of this, he ran back to his house without hesitating his hunger. Open the door, take off your shoes in the hallway, change into slippers, and run straight to the refrigerator located in the kitchen.

Since his parents were basically nowhere to be seen, the refrigerator in the kitchen was often empty, and as soon as he opened it, a cold air hit his face.

Inside this cold air, there is a faint trace of ice, which is not many in number, but it is extremely pure. When he opened the bottom of the refrigerator again, a more refined ice brake ushered in, and a smile appeared on his face, very good, it seems that he can go to the wronged man tomorrow and ask for the materials to create the fire evil.

No, maybe it's too much of a hurry, that guy hasn't finished building the foundation, so let's take a look. Besides, it is not very convenient to cultivate at home, so it is necessary to find another place, Muto Qing thought about it, suppressed this urgency again, and began to think about how to get an independent repair room.

Closing the refrigerator, he dropped his bag on the couch and sat down at the dining table, silently thinking about those things.

After a while, Okura Tamako came over with a plate of brightly colored curry rice, square potatoes, pointed carrots, and a dozen pieces of chicken mixed in the curry, and as soon as he walked to the edge of the table, the aroma had already penetrated into his nostrils.

The gluttonous worm in his stomach was suddenly hooked, and for the first time, he felt that Yuzi was still quite good.

Taking over the plate, he picked up the rice spoon and kept pulling the curry rice into his mouth, the slightly spicy curry stimulated the tip of the tongue, conveying the delicacy to every nerve in the body, and a plate of curry rice was eaten in a blink of an eye.

Okura Tamako was dumbfounded, is this the reincarnation of a starving ghost?

Muto Qing calmly took out a napkin to wipe his mouth, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hospitality, Tamako, your cooking skills are really good." ”

"Haha, it's normal," Yuzi scratched the back of her head, her expression was quite weak, and she couldn't tell Qingjun that this was instant curry, and she was just warming it up.