If someone sends you a week's breakfast, they probably want to please you. If you send it for a month, you should be asked for it. But if you send it for a quarter, it's a bit elusive.

You may start to wonder, is this person going to give away for the rest of his life?

Especially on the day when that man went to an important tournament that he had been preparing for twenty years, he didn't forget to bring you breakfast. This feeling, tsk......

Either there are other plans, or they have bad intentions.

The feeling of apprehension has always been entangled in the prison painting, but it is time to eat, and it is still necessary to eat. Especially this kind of good thing that is delivered to the mouth, prison painting has always been rejected by those who come. So much so that it rained for a week, and the prison painting continued to breathe in the resentment for a week, and the resentment in the body seemed to be a little exceeded.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the house as if he didn't want money, the prison painting burped mercilessly.

Really ate too much. The heavenly ones are suffering, but here she is full of food and drink, and complains about overfeeding. It's really, unkind.

After many consecutive burps, the resentment that exceeded the standard was finally successfully absorbed.

Comfortable.

The rain is still crackling. The scenery in the rain was blurred by the sky and the scale of the rain. But the prison painting can still see that there is a person on the street, who is getting closer and closer in her direction, from small to large.

It was probably an ordinary person, because he didn't feel his breath and power. But in this kind of weather, you can still go to the ghost street, ordinary people, it is unlikely.

Moreover, this man has not yet opened an umbrella.

He walked slowly, as if to take his time to appreciate the taste of the rain on his body. There was even a moment when he stopped, stood there in a daze at the sky, and looked at it for a long time.

It also takes courage to brave this pouring rain and put your face to the sky. Whether the eyes can be opened or second, breathing, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult.

Is this man sick?

After a short while, the man lifted his feet and continued in the direction of the prison painting.

Here it comes.

A man who was drenched in soup, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and navy blue trousers, looked to be around fifty years old, slightly chubby, and ordinary-looking.

It's actually mediocre.

He walked over to the prison painting and stood side by side with her in the doorway, looking up and continuing to look at the sky.

"Why are you here?" Prison painting asked.

"I'll take a look at the battle. By the way, I'm here to deliver you something. ”

He looked calm, but the drenched appearance and abnormal silence revealed his inner turmoil.

"What do you want to do?" He subconsciously asked, his face full of vigilance.

With a smile in his eyes, he looked at the prison painting. His daughter, as expected, was still as breathless as ever.

Or rather, too lazy to hide it.

"You can see her today."

This is the first time that the god of war has given a clear answer to the prison painting without any embellishment. There is no warmth and greetings as foreplay and foreshadowing, and there is no synopsis, just such a sentence that suddenly came out, and the prison painting was a little confused.

After a while, she realized that the god of war was talking about otaku.

"Why?"

The god of war chose to ignore the question of the prison painting.

The air fell silent all at once. Prison painting suddenly missed the god of war who pretended to be kind to her before. At least at that time, the dialogue was all about going back and forth.

It's not like now, as if I came to the store to inform her of this sentence. Between the two, there seems to be nothing to say.

The father-daughter relationship of more than 20 years seems so pale at this moment.

Facing the sky, the god of war looked at it for half an hour.

I really don't understand what I can see. Through this black pressure, can you still see the shadow of the housemaid?

This rain is also strange, it has rained for so many days, if you follow the normal routine, why do you have to make a few sounds, right?

But the clouds were so thick and the raindrops were so heavy that there was no thunder and lightning.

It's weird.

Just as he was complaining in his heart, he heard a loud roar in the distance. Immediately afterward, a bolt of lightning as piercing as a sword blade fell from the sky, slashing straight into the earth.

"Huh!" The prison painting jerked back in fright. She had never seen lightning like this before, it actually slashed into the ground, and it was directly in front of them in a state that was visible to the naked eye.

Is this really lightning?

The lightning appeared very suddenly, but even if it was terrifying, it was fleeting. However, with the lightning disappearing, there is also the figure of the god of war.

This lightning alarmed Xue Yan and Qing Soul in the store. They walked out of the store and looked up at the sky.

"The god of war is gone." Prison painting said.

"Where!" Qing Soul shouted as he pointed to the sky directly above Wandering Soul Street.

As a dark cloud drifted, a ray of light appeared in the sky. This ray of light does not look like the natural light that shines on the earth, but more like the light coming from a flashlight, and the illumination range is very narrow, and it shines towards the ground in a daze.

And the god of war stood behind that gap, looming.

Suddenly a voice came from behind him.

Looking back, the three of them found that the black and white in the store had become more manic than ever. Wheezing and spinning around the room, stumbling on his feet, looking very anxious.

At this moment, another loud noise was heard in the distance.

It's thundering again!

The three of them all retreated into the store. The lightning was very huge, but I was afraid that it would be split again this time, so it would be better to dodge.

It's just that this lightning, as if it had thoughts, didn't come for a long time, but after the three people retreated into the store, it suddenly exploded.

He only felt a strong light falling from the sky in front of him, and then his eyes flickered, and the whole store was shrouded in light.

If in the past, prison paintings had no concept of the word "radiant", now she has.

Even, this light seems to have a substance, directly piercing her body, and it hurts.

Pierced......

Wipe! It's fried! Play!!!!

The prison painting that realized it later had no chance to carry out defense. Her body was instantly pierced by these "rays of light". In the afterglow, the prison painting also saw that Xue Yan and Qing Soul were also like her, poked into a sieve by these rays of light in mid-air.

Before landing, the only thought in the heart of the prison painting was where the Bodhi Ancestor, who killed a thousand knives, went.

What about the enchantment? What about the good protection of the common people?

When I woke up, it was very bright outside.

At first, the prison painting was just glaring. But soon, she realized something was wrong.

Before she fainted, the outside was still cloudy and majestic.

Is it sunny this time?

Stand up

, the prison painting woke up Xue Yan and Qing Soul who were lying next to him.

They didn't die. I even felt more comfortable than ever. It was as if there was a clear stream swimming in the body, gentle and tactful, not as viscous as the previous combination of spirit and resentment.

Xue Yan was very surprised by his coma. After all, he doesn't have the kind of physique that he paints, and he will attract inexplicable things to make him faint in three days.

At the same time, he also noticed changes in his body.

"Let's ......" Prison Painting looked at Xue Yan a little confused, hoping to get an answer from him.

"Sea Cave!" The green soul rose from the ground. Compared with prison painting and Xue Yan, his changes are more obvious. Originally, he looked like a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child, but when he stood up, he found that he had grown a lot, and he looked like he was ten years old.

"It's a sea cave! God of War used the Sea Cave and the Night Pearl! That thunder was the aura sucked from the heavenly realm! The green soul's eyes lit up with excitement. Fast! Good luck! See how you've changed in yourself? Do you feel that your strength has increased dramatically, and you have broken through the realm that you have never had before? ”

The green soul looked very much looking forward to it. In the face of his enthusiastic expectations, Prison Painting and Xue Yan had to get lucky.

However, they only noticed the change in the strength in their bodies, and did not feel a great increase in number or an increase in their realm.

Seeing the somewhat embarrassed expressions of the two, Qing Soul was disappointed.

"Can't even be a Spirit Gathering artifact? Is it really that hard to become a god? ”

The question of the green soul also shouted out the doubts in the hearts of the two. Prison Painting felt that he was just fine, but Xue Yan's realm was not low, he had absorbed so much resentment after the battle of the Ten Palaces, and he had taken the physique of the Dream Hui Pill, and he had been cultivating recently, so he should be only one step away from becoming a god. Coupled with the fact that the spirit gathering artifact is so urgent, it shouldn't be impossible!

"I don't believe it! You guys try again? Or, do it! What about Reikaze? Let the spirit wind come out and take a look! The green soul still didn't give up, and strongly asked the two to continue the experiment.

Although prison painting thinks that as long as it happens, he will definitely know about it. But seeing that the green soul was so urgent, she really couldn't open her mouth to refuse.

"Or, practice?" Prison painting asked.

"Okay, practice." Xue Yan also understood this truth, but in the face of the change in his strength, he felt that it was still necessary to study it again. So the two of them came to the door of the store and stood on the Wandering Soul Street ready to fight.

Naturally, it still starts with the contest of the spiritual wind. At the same time, the prison painting and Xue Yan released the spiritual wind and attacked the opponent.

To the surprise of the two, the transparent spiritual wind that was originally released and was difficult to see with the naked eye turned blue, and went straight towards each other like a stream of water with their attacks.

It's close, it's close! Seeing that the two spiritual winds were about to collide, the green soul had already covered his ears. You must know that the collision of those two spiritual winds is a powerful force that will cause the road surface to shatter. When the two of them practiced before, he didn't know how many times he had mended the road for them.

However, the moment they came into contact with each other, an amazing scene occurred.

The two powerful forces collided head-on at a speed that was undetectable to the naked eye, and at the moment of encounter, they were actually entangled together like twisted twists, and continued to rotate in the opposite direction and rushed over.

Prison Painting and Xue Yan had never encountered such a situation, and immediately retracted their strength. However, the two spiritual winds seemed to have souls, and they continued to rush out without the slightest control of the two of them, with a kind of undying momentum.