Seeing this task, Guan Mingxin began to face up to his own specialness for the first time.

Since he met Nan Xiyue on the way to escape from the wilderness in the Hundred Battles Realm, he has encountered four strange fusion incidents so far.

Although this fourth time was different from the previous three, Guan Mingxin attributed it to the absence of his real body.

After each strange fusion, he can easily transform into another person, whether it is his breath, appearance, or even talent, all of which are no different from the person he met before the fusion.

Guan Mingxin didn't know why she always encountered such a thing, she guessed that Wuji should know, but Wuji never confided in it.

Maybe the timing was wrong, or maybe his strength was not enough, which made Wuji deliberately hide himself.

Not only that, Guan Mingxin also had an unusually strong feeling in his heart that in the future, he would encounter similar strange fusion events.

More than once, twice.

It's a lot of time!

Guan Mingxin, who was a little unacceptable for a while by this sudden feeling, simply ordered Jiu Jiu to use the ability to force him to sleep.

Jiu Jiu excused himself again and again, but agreed when Guan Mingxin obviously showed signs of anger.

With a colorless energy sweeping through Guan Mingxin's whole body, Guan Mingxin immediately fell asleep.

After Wuji, who was far away in the Hundred Battles Realm, saw this scene through the special monitoring magic weapon, he sighed faintly and muttered to himself:

"Master, I'm sorry that Wuji did it privately without your consent.

But if you don't, you're likely to fail again, and you've missed the best time.

This is your last chance to turn around!

Wuji doesn't want to lose you, no matter what, Wuji will help you succeed in the robbery......"

After that, Wuji was stunned for a long time before returning to his own ontological small world again to continue cultivating.

On this side, there was Jiujiu's energy suppression, and Guan Mingxin was lying in that secluded alley.

Fortunately, this place is remote enough, and the camera is broken, and there are really no people passing by for a while, thus interrupting Guan Mingxin's "recuperation".

However, this good fortune will not last long.

"Oops, it's all this! We're almost late! ”

Norton Heywood, who didn't fall asleep until the night was about to go out due to insomnia, woke up suddenly, raised his left wrist and glanced at the time, it was already 8:50!

It's too late!

I'm still 40 minutes away from work!

Now, it's over!

You must know that the free bus he takes at 9 o'clock every day stops at 9:28 at the door of the company.

But it takes fifteen minutes to walk from your home to the free bus stop!

Or step up the pace and don't dare to delay at all!

Norton Heywood usually gets up at eight o'clock, and it seems that it is too late to wash up today.

Stumbling over and getting out of bed, he took a handful of water and wiped his face, stimulated by the cold tap water, Norton Heywood's dizzy brain was finally completely awake.

While quickly grabbing his clothes and putting them on his body, Norton Haywood had already stretched his long legs and ran out the door.

I am still glad that the door of this small apartment I rent is intelligent and automated, and the rent is a little higher, but it can automatically open and close the door, how much time is saved, and the security is quite good.

Unlike a cheap house rented by a colleague, it is said that he had to control the door lock switch by himself, and he was robbed by street gangsters a few days ago, and he lost a lot.

Running all the way, Norton Heywood ran for his life and finally got on the bus just before the free bus doors closed.

However, the stone hanging in his heart still did not fall, but with the faint bad premonition in his heart, it became stronger and heavier.

Norton Heywood understands what that means.

But he still wants to persevere, and it can be said that he doesn't cry when he sees the coffin.

After a long sigh of relief, Norton Heywood randomly found a vacant seat to sit down before taking care of his clothes seriously.

Despite wearing the cheapest clothes, Norton Heywood still treated them like fancy gowns.

This has been a habit engraved in his bones for fifteen years, and he can't accept that he has the slightest sloppiness and indecency.

Norton Heywood, who appeared in front of the door of the company after getting out of the car, could no longer see any traces of washing, and stepped into the door with the same graceful demeanor as usual.

However, when Norton Heywood raised his hand and pointed it at his personal light brain watch towards the punch card at the gate, and was about to check in, a gentle voice that made him cool down stopped his movements.

The premonition from when I opened my eyes still appeared!

"Sir, you don't need to clock in, three months' salary has been transferred to your account.

We're sorry, but we don't have a job for you at the moment......"

The smiling steward uttered the formulaic words of dismissal, and Norton Haywood didn't even have to listen to it, knowing that the following was nothing more than waiting for an opportunity and something like that.

Closing his eyes fiercely, Norton Haywood simply didn't bother to say a polite answer that was never perfunctory.

He held on, with a just right smile on his face, and turned his head to nod slightly at the manager, indicating that he understood.

Without even bothering to say a formulaic goodbye, Norton Haywood stepped out of the door of the company that he had just stepped into less than a minute ago.

There was also a sneer behind the head manager who did not lower his voice at all:

"What a wild boy who can't get on the stage, he doesn't know how to be polite at all, no wonder he was exiled to this ......"

The steward, however, deliberately ignored how many incurable problems Norton Heywood had solved for their small maintenance workshop with his positive work attitude during this time......

As he strode forward, the voice behind him faded away until it disappeared......

Only then did Norton Heywood slow down and slightly raise his head, which had been hanging down until now.

The morning sun is warm and warm, but Norton Heywood feels particularly glaring when he looks up.

couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes, but there were layers of chill in his heart, which continued to spread outward, and unconsciously, a few crystal tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes......

After getting out of the returning public hovercar, Norton Heywood exuded a dejected aura and walked absentmindedly towards his small rented apartment.

Passers-by along the way turned a blind eye to this.

In the slums of Omega, there are so many people who suffer and tragedy every day that the inhabitants have long been numb.

But Norton Heywood has been here for a while, and he still hasn't fully adapted to this environment.

It's good to say it usually, but at this moment, he is really sad, such an atmosphere makes him almost unable to control the negative emotions in his heart!

(End of chapter)