At three o'clock in the morning, Song Yan was already standing at the head of Song Yan's bed in this world. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at a face similar to himself, probably because of drug use, he looks a little old and haggard.

Although he has fallen asleep, he still has a shallow smile on his face, but it's a pity that this is a man, even if he is facing his face, Song Yan doesn't feel cute.

A finger pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and then the divine power surged, and a chaotic soul was pulled out by him.

And with a unique seal, very slow, very slow.

Finally, an aura that could only be seen with spiritual power appeared in front of Song Yan at all.

This bit of aura had just appeared, and the originally chaotic soul instantly turned into a scattered quantum body.

Song Yan suddenly understood a lot of things in this short moment.

The essence of the soul is quantum, and quantum is an eternal substance that does not arise out of thin air or disappear out of thin air.

Therefore, the strength of the soul is constant throughout a person's life from childhood to adulthood, so when children and old people cannot keep up with the strength of the soul because the body cannot keep up, there will be a situation where the power cannot be controlled.

And fifteen, sixteen to thirty years old is the period when the soul and body are most compatible, so the peak of human beings, invention and creation, and the best period for learning martial arts and literature are all in this time period.

These thoughts flashed by, and Song Yan did not delve into it, but quickly took out the Bodhi seed.

Bodhizi merged into this scattered quantum body, and after a while, this group of stragglers turned into a state of chaos again as if they had a command, and they could no longer see the essence of their souls.

Press the soul back to Song Yan's body, and after he wakes up, he will be the same as before, how to live and how to live, there will be no change in the slightest.

But he no longer has the possibility of cultivation, and he has also lost the right to reincarnation.

Because the foundation of his life has been taken away by Song Yan.

Bodhi Zi can be spiritual, but after all, it is only transformed by spiritual things, how can it be compared to the true spirit that is born and grows.

After doing all this, Song Yan finally raised his head, looked at his target, that little bit of aura that was invisible to the naked eye, and then grabbed it with his hand.

Bite!

It was like a bell, but the sound came from Song Yan's ears, and a kind of artistic conception of complete contentment also emanated from him, but it disappeared in an instant.

Song Yan sighed with satisfaction, this satisfaction did not come from hormones, but from the bottom of his heart.

looked at the other self who was still sleeping, although now that I came, it didn't matter what the two of them did.

But think of it as a reward for you!

Song Yan opened his perspective eye, and as far as his eyes could see, the dark wounds, lesions, and breakages on this person's body were all restored to the same integrity as a newborn person.

Exuding vitality from the inside out.

In the next second, Song Yan had already broken the space and returned to Sioux City.

It's already early in the morning here, after all, the time schedule of the parallel worlds is the same.

Song Yan originally planned to solve it together, but when she found Song Yan, she was surprised to find that she had already gotten up!

Song Yan sat on the edge of the playground and memorized words, and looked like she was sweating on her body, obviously she had gone for a morning run.

"You wake up so early?" Song Yan couldn't help but show up to say hello.

When Song Yan saw that it was him, she also relieved her heart and nodded: "I was like this in high school, and I can't let go of it for a while." ”

Song Yan nodded, looked at the dictionary in Song Yan's hand again, and realized that it was a French dictionary.

"I want to be a diplomat in the future..."Song Yan looked at Song Yan's curious appearance, and explained generously: "So learn more, I will definitely use it in the future..."

Song Yan was a little dumbfounded, he hadn't thought about dreams at all when Song Yan was his age...

Oh, at that time, he was still in the world of death, planning Mihai Sand to become a big star.

"How many languages have you learned?" Song Yan asked.

"Now I can only speak English, and I'm still learning French..."Song Yan said embarrassedly: "Time is still a little tight, so that's all..."

Song Yan was speechless, other college students may not have passed CET-4 in their senior year Okay, you are only a freshman.

"Why don't you do that, how about I help you learn?" Song Yan asked

Song Yan looked at Song Yan hesitantly: "How can you help me study?" ”

Song Yan simply took out a wooden box from his pocket...

"This, magic?" Song Yan was really stunned.

Song Yan put away the box awkwardly, he had used the Devil Fruit to solve the problem too many times, and he was about to form a conditioned reflex.

This time he used NZT-52, a drug developed by Eddie that had removed the sequelae.

This thing is in Jiang Yi's place, he has this kind of high-grade medicine and does not sell it, but sells it to Song Yan who has sequelae, fortunately, Song Yan scanned it when he left, otherwise it would have been left behind.

Song Yan looked at such a small pill with some suspicion, but after eating it, she immediately felt...

She used to be a pig!

Looking at the French dictionary in her hand again, she had memorized it all.

The past knowledge in her mind, the books, movies, and anime she had seen first surfaced, and when she opened her eyes again, she was much calmer than before.

Japanese, Korean, English, and French have all been mastered, and it is the kind of spoken level 10.

With dozens of instrument fingerings, the basic way of playing is already clear to me, just practice.

Northeast dialects, Hokkien, Hakka, Wenzhou dialects, Cantonese, dozens of dialects that have appeared on TV are no longer her communication barriers...

There are also dozens of schools of national art techniques such as Wing Chun, Tai Chi, Baji, Baguazhang, etc., the basic truth...

In the era of the information explosion, everyone can come into contact with all aspects of all professions and fields, and under the influence of a grain of NZT-52, these things that are only roughly seen will become their own things thoroughly.

"What did you give me food?" The more she knows, the more she is in awe of the unknown, and Song Yan, who is in a state of brain overclocking, can naturally figure out what this drug represents in an instant.

Song Yan smiled and didn't explain, but said: "There is only one pill, and the duration is 24 hours, since you want to become a diplomat, seize these 24 hours to learn everything you need..."

Song Yan analyzed Song Yan's expression, and finally gave up after finding that she was invulnerable, threw down the French dictionary in her hand and began to run towards the library.

Song Yan looked at her distant back, and used this as a reward, it should be enough...

"What did you do to her?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind, Song Yan did not turn his head, but said lightly: "I am not your enemy, I will disappear from your world from tomorrow..."

Zhu Shi's original anger was held back in his heart and there was nowhere to speak, but he didn't feel depressed, but happy, he really liked Song Yan, otherwise with his family background, what kind of woman can't find it?

But what he didn't know was that after today, Song Yan's vision and knowledge would far surpass that of him, a hairy boy who had not yet entered society.

The two will draw a huge gap because of the huge difference in experience, knowledge and talent...

His enemy changed from the original boys of the whole school to Song Yan herself.

A day later, Song Yan had returned to his own earth.

Retrieving the aura seems like a very simple thing...

Well, a dream start?