The two left in a huff, Townsend was neither angry nor depressed, at most a little helpless, and his own Xingzi was like this.

In fact, he knows very well how others perceive himself.

Townsend understands that a lot of "you don't like you" is caused by differences in consciousness, such as his habit of treating Ingmar as an ordinary person, but helplessly, others simply treat Ingmar as an idolatry. Just like just now, he just joked behind his back, ".1 Old man Bu,", which caused a backlash from them.

Townsend believes that "people who can scold and laugh and make trouble casually can play jiāo for a long time." Some people keep a straight face all day long, open their mouths and close their mouths, write compassion with their left foot and carve sorrow with their right foot, and don't make themselves into rare animals and swear not to give up.

Townsend thinks that he has a good attitude, but his mentality is sometimes difficult to explain to others, and he can't explain it for a while. But in any case, with his own efforts, the cognitive difference between him and the people around him has gradually narrowed, almost to the point of being ignored

So, this has nothing to do with me, and I can only blame Ingmar!

The momentum of the contemporary master is too strong, it is simply a 1,000-watt big light bulb, casually hang it next to everyone, and the difference in consciousness that was almost invisible is instantly magnified by the strong light!

In this way, it is difficult to achieve common ground while reserving differences, and it is really a long way to go!

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are so naughty," Townsend sighed softly, "Actually, I'm very busy." ，”

"Yes, it's late. Then Townsend's face tightened: "You hun eggs, where are the palace deacons?

Curious, Townsend walked left and right, but could not find the deacon. In the past, there were still people coming and going in the palace area, and now there is not even a little deacon on night duty, which is really strange!

Townsend is in trouble, if you throw a special ability out to make the wind and rain, this is the old nest of acquaintances: if you wave the tradition, lie down on the spot, and snot the next day to sweep the girl's face, because there are still lamps hanging on the palace wall, and there is still a half-sized boy standing under each lamp.

This is the so-called Silvertao City Royal House Army. Or maybe a hundred years ago there was a group of normal soldiers standing below the name, but at this time the soldiers standing in front of Townsend were not normal!

Because the internal army had long been cut off by Pfister's relatives.

At the moment, these children standing guard were actually picked up by Pfister when he was wandering around. Let them make the army their home, but to ensure that they do not starve to death. But the children didn't understand, they thought that after eating Pfister's meal, they had to stand here for enough time.

Their dim bodies can't even hold up leather armor.

If you do something to them, they probably don't know what they should do: if you get closer, they will look at you with their belts in one hand and their helmets in the other, and their most innocent eyes, heaven and earth, wide: if they get any closer, he might cry to you

Don't be funny, they have to be led out by the deacon when they change the guard!

The Trident family, almost half of the generals in almost every generation have extraordinary backgrounds, or have been picked up, carried back, and walked back with big bellies, but to this day, it has not been swept into the garbage heap of history!

Townsend shook his head at history and sighed for a while, but he couldn't resist his fatigue, so he had to stride back the way he came.

The road was fast, and when he got out of the mén, turned a corner, and looked up at the pyramid, he returned to the Anomalous Division.

"Isn't it just a place to sleep?," Townsend raised his eyebrows, and thought about it: "Brother, I have a place to sleep, and I will give you a fresh sleep today!,"

The wind moves and the clouds move, the moon is hidden and the stars are sparse this night, so dark!

Faintly, a few light shadows rose at the foot of the pyramid, and unhurriedly, floating along the boulder tower to the crescent platform outside the Dream Hall, two lights leaning on Mén had already reflected the edge of the hazy mist.

But at the same time, the light also shone on two sixteen-sided crystal casts that were tumbling in the air, and the concave metal plate that lay flat on the ground. Ding Ding ~ Bang Bang!," the impact sound and a series of crisp sounds, a few circles of crowded heads began to move, the age is old and young, not only handymen, there are apprentices at all levels, but also a genuine brand of ability masters?

What's even more strange is that this genuine ability master is still bullied, and like several apprentices on the left and right, his face is full of depression and he is forced to bet.

"Hey, hey, I've won!," said a deep voice in a deep voice, "Guys, I've got a kill roll." ，”

"It's you again!," the apprentices shouted unlucky: ""The records we fought on the battlefield have been robbed by you these days!,"

"It's just a fair game, if you want people who are not convinced, you can try to report me." The winner crossed his hands on his hips, and Xiongmáo, who was as wide as a palm, sneered in his mouth: "Whether it is Yintao City or the local branch, uncle, I am walking sideways, you have to think about it, I know a lot of things about you."

Brother Xiongmáo's domineering spirit shook out with a hint of mirror, and the more than thirty people around him were speechless.

It seems that they have a lot of handles in the hands of others, so they are cold, and the surroundings are silent.

But just as Xiongmáoxiong was grinning, a low wind whistle came from outside the crescent moon platform, and then there was a trilling sound of slightly heavier fabric shaking in the air.

"Whew!," everyone turned around, and seemed to see a black giant lotus falling from the sky!

Rubbing his eyes suddenly, everyone realized that it was not huā who fell from the sky, but a méng-faced man in a black robe, who was not very tall, but his momentum was cold: the seam of his black robe even reached the position of the xiong mouth, and after dang opened, it looked like a huā petal.

His two tui, standing side by side, were like nails poked into the half-fist-thick railing, but they could not move in the night wind.

He didn't move, and the group of people here didn't dare to move

"Hey, friend, do you want to come and have fun?," someone took the liberty of speaking, but was immediately smashed into the body by a lot of luàn punches, and the méng-faced man who came to the dream hall in the middle of the night, would it be a good way?

"Hehe, senior, adult, we know each other, let's get out of the way!," Brother Xiongmáo carefully accompanied the smiling face, he had already calculated that there was no one here tonight, so he dared to come to the opening, who would want to meet such a monster? That look is so cold, it's so penetrating!

&éng's cold tone was not inferior to his gaze at all: "Go and show me." ，”

"I smiled at Qianxin, that's what we were talking about,"

"Won't?,"

"This is a joke, senior, it's just a little joke, let's go faster.," Brother Xiongmáo, who was urging his subordinates to leave, felt that his younger brother suddenly fell down after stepping on the steps next to him, without shaking!

"Ahh

&éng asked in a nonchalant tone.

"It's funny!no, no, it's not funny!," the xiongmáo man shook his head and nodded, not knowing what to do: "I don't know,"

The man of the face no longer paid attention to these people, his toes were a little, his body was already flying through the air, and the sound of ".huh," landed in front of the carved huā wood mén in the dream hall. + Passion This time, the handymen and apprentices who have already had the spirit cleaned the ground, and also packed up the gambling props and so on, the style and tone of the seniors, it must be the anomaly of our guild!

Interrupt him and his men so that they can learn to walk sideways. He stretched out a finger, and when the finger was about to touch the mén, he turned around and added: "The máo of their whole body, pulled out, ten times. ，”

"Senior," someone asked, "This máo can also pull out ten ants,"

Either let him grow faster, or pull it out and stick it on and pull it out again. "What kind of brain are you?,"

"Apprentice brain. , "I didn't expect these guys to be tough:"" "Seniors go well." ，”

&éng-faced man disagreed, flicked his finger and pointed at the only junior anomalist: "If there is one less, I'll pick your skin!,"

"Why are you picking my skin!," as long as he is a miracle master, even if he is a beginner, his temper will not be small.

&éng Noodle Man replied seriously. But the apprentices next to them couldn't help but laugh.

&éng face seniors, at least much closer to their own side.

I'm a little fatter, but that's not a crime!," But the junior ability master quit: "Senior, why did you come at me?,"

"It's not a sin to be fat, it's a sin for a group of thin people to do bad things and bring a fat man." ,"The méng face man sneered: "Isn't it just a thing that fills the pit with top mines?,"

"I'm just filling the pit with thunder!," the fat man broke the jar and broke it, and let go out of his posture of not wanting to die: "Then you still told me to bring them, what do you mean?"

"Who comes and who doesn't, I have the final say: how they come, whether they are complete after they come, you have the final say. "The méng-faced man's gaze began to sweep across the crescent moon platform: "Even if tomorrow there is only one piece of broken ground left on this platform."

It's okay with ou, I'm okay with you. ，”

"Uh, what?," the fat master was a little unsure: "Senior, what do you mean?,"

The noodle man threw a ball of paper over, and took out two pieces of paper from his arms with his backhand: "It's almost enough to learn this again." Remember, you only have one night, and you can't lend, don't give 1u, don't transcribe!

Ou-chan!,"

"What if someone else peeks at it?,"

&éng Noodle Man snorted coldly: "Clearly not?,"

"Clear!," the fat man's heart is infinitely sad: no matter how much I jump, the result will be around the bun filling, and the farthest is only a rolling pin, God."

Anyway, it's like this, so I might as well take a look at what this madman gave me?a.