About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

Liu Ji couldn't help but think of a priest holding a cross and a Bible in the church. The electronic voices of "If you don't understand, click there" and "soez" rang out in the church, and he laughed out loud.

Ya Yin, who was not far away, cast a strange look.

Liu Ji touched his nose awkwardly.

As a potato for these years, he had been entertaining himself by thinking about random things. Just now, he had fallen into the old habit again.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he quickly put his eyes back on the book and habitually read the words in the book again.

This time, his disobedient tongue suddenly obeyed, and he actually read the correct syllables very smoothly.

But he forgot that his right index finger was not pointing to the sky, but because he was touching his nose, it was pointing to his head.

And at the moment when this word came out, he felt that some energy in his body was moved, as if it was about to burst out from his fingertips.

He knew he could hold back the energy, but it happened suddenly, and he didn't have time to react, so he let the energy erupt.

The next moment, the dazzling fire filled Liu Ji's entire field of vision, and the blazing heat hit him in the face.

But just a moment later, a large ball of water poured down on his head, giving him a chill from the inside out.

"Puha," he spit out a mouthful of water, and looked up to find that Ya Yin, not far away, was pointing a magic wand at him, with a look of shock on her face.

Liu Ji looked at her, then at the water on his body, and then at his fingertips, and suddenly understood something.

Did he use magic just now?

And when he used it, he fired it directly at his head?

He finally understood why the diagram asked him to point his right hand to the sky when he read it.

He actually obeyed it, but he was distracted just now...

And then the water that just poured on his head...

Liu Ji looked at Ya Yin.

The latter had put away his wand and walked over. He squatted in front of Liu Ji, poked his face with his hand, opened his eyelids and looked at him, and then said "ah" to him.

Liu Ji hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth and said "ah".

Ya Yin took out a small wooden stick from somewhere, pressed down Liu Ji's tongue, looked inside carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Ji pinched his throat. This operation reminded him of the time when he went to see a doctor for tonsillitis when he had a cold when he was a child.

Just as Liu Ji was thinking about how to thank him, Ya Yin reached out and took the heavy children's magic book from his legs.

Liu Ji realized that the book might have been ruined by the cold water just poured down.

Ya Yin gently flipped the soaked magic book, looking a little sad.

"Um, sorry..." Liu Ji said, and then realized that Ya Yin probably didn't understand.

However, the other party smiled at him and answered him with a short syllable.

For some reason, he felt that it probably meant "it doesn't matter".

But, despite saying so, Yayin couldn't hide her heartache and sadness when looking at the book.

Liu Ji realized that perhaps the book might have some special meaning to the girl in front of him.

Looking at Yayin's back as she left with the book, Liu Ji swallowed his saliva and felt a little bitter in his throat.

"It seems that I'm in trouble. She lent me the book to learn magic..."

He sighed deeply in his heart.

Guilt, discomfort, even wanting to turn back into a potato...

8. I don't understand, I can't ask

Yayin put the magic book on a stone with good sunlight.

Then, she summoned a round green bird.

The bird hopped and squatted beside the magic book, waving its two small wings, and blowing a gentle breeze towards the magic book.

"Really, teacher, is this a reminder to me?" Ya Yin looked at the book and muttered to herself, "You can't teach magic half-heartedly. You have to treat every student with twelve points of care... or something like that?"

"But then again," she looked at Liu Ji who was wringing his clothes weakly not far away, "The spell he just recited was just the most basic release of fire magic. As a novice, it's good enough that sparks can flash from his fingertips..."

"Genius... or, racial talent?"

"That's right, after all, he is a person who can turn into a potato," Ya Yin turned her head and continued to talk to herself in front of the magic book, "So, teacher, are you trying to say that maybe I should teach him more seriously? Just like when you taught me?"

The breeze blew across the pages of the magic book, opening a new page.

Ya Yin closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then tried to smile.

"Well, that's fine, just think of it as finding something to do for yourself," she said softly, turning around, "Otherwise, I'm really afraid that I will want to find you now..."

Opening the space door casually, Ya Yin took out a dry linen robe from it and walked towards Liu Ji who was drying clothes by the fire.

Liu Ji was still feeling guilty. Seeing Ya Yin coming to him with a new piece of clothing, how could he have the nerve to accept it? He quickly waved his hands to indicate that he didn't need to change clothes, just dry them by the fire.

Of course, Ya Yin ignored his refusal and handed the new clothes directly to Liu Ji.

Liu Ji still didn't want to take it, so he pushed the clothes back and waved his hands repeatedly.

But what he didn't expect was that Ya Yin actually raised her hand and tried to lift his robe directly.

This shocked Liu Ji. He was wearing a robe, but he was only wearing a robe. There was a vacuum under the robe. If he were to lift it up, the truth would be revealed.

He quickly pressed down his robe, took the new robe, and ran behind the big tree to change clothes.

Looking at Liu Ji's embarrassed back, the corners of Yayin's mouth turned up slightly.

"Hmm... It's really strange," she thought to herself, "But according to the intelligence, there are savages in the wasteland here, and they are all tribes of low-IQ demi-humans. There should be no real human beings..."

No matter how you look at it, Liu Ji is inconsistent with the intelligence.

Is it an intelligence error? Or does Liu Ji have some unknown origin?

It's curious, but Yayin is too lazy to think about it.

No matter what the origin, what race, what information, whatever.

Now she has no interest in this kind of thing.

After a while, Liu Ji changed his clothes and walked out carrying the wet clothes he changed.

However, after changing his clothes, his hair was still wet. In order to prevent his changed clothes from getting wet again, he was forced to tuck his hair into a bundle, bend his waist, and hold his hair in front of him, which looked quite funny.

Seeing Yayin looking at him with a smile, Liu Ji smiled awkwardly. While thinking about when he would have to find a way to cut his hair short, he walked to the fire and planned to roast his thick green hair. Soft unlucky hair.

As soon as he sat down, Yayin came up behind him and lifted his hair up.

Liu Jizheng was wondering when he suddenly felt a warm wind blowing behind him.

Yayin seemed to be using magic to blow dry his hair.

This made Liu Ji a little flattered, but of course, he was more embarrassed.

Just when he wanted to say that he didn't need to bother Ya Yin, Ya Yin spoke.

"You know, when I started learning fire magic, I once burned my hair."

She spoke slowly.

"At that time, I was just like you. I was poured into a drowned rat by a ball of water from the teacher..."

Liu Ji couldn't understand a word, but he vaguely felt that it would be better for him to remain silent for now.

Therefore, he simply sat up straight, enjoying the warm wind while listening to Yayin telling stories that he didn't understand.

"At that time, he was like this, using gentle wind to help me dry my hair bit by bit. To be honest, it felt really comfortable, warm and gentle."

Yayin said.

"At that time, I was thinking that it would be great if one day I could be as good as the teacher. Then, I could blow dry my hair every day..."

"Well, thinking about it carefully, it seems that I actually did it later."

"But... it's not enough, it's not enough at all..."

She sniffed and suddenly felt the corners of her eyes were moist. She quickly rubbed them with her hands and wiped away her tears.

Although it happened behind him, Liu Ji still noticed this small movement.

"Why is she crying?"

Liu Ji was thinking, could it be because he was stupid and caused the possibly important book to get wet?

Just, it seems that this is the only reason I can think of.

After all, once the paper gets wet, it will become wrinkled even if it is dried...

Thinking of this, Liu Ji felt even more uncomfortable, especially since Yayin had no intention of blaming herself.

Liu Ji turned his head slightly and glanced at Ya Yin behind him.

At this moment, Yayin had returned to normal, as if the little action just now had never happened. Seeing him turn around, she even smiled at him.

It's so fucking uncomfortable.

Liu Ji would even rather Ya Yin scold him now, he might feel much better.

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In the dense forest, a young man holding a long knife was running through the woods.

About tens of meters in front of him, a giant bear with a single horn was running.

The giant bear was more than two meters tall when lying down. When it ran, the ground shook, and the roaring sound was like a charging chariot.

It's a pity that this "chariot" is now running away in a hurry.

There were several deep blood holes on its body, and the blood flowed out uncontrollably, dyeing the shrubs on the roadside mottled red.

"You can't run away," the young man with the long knife said. With a wave of his hand, a chain was thrown out of his hand and pierced into a big tree far in front of the giant bear.

The giant bear was startled, and just as he was about to turn, he felt a black shadow appear above his head.

"I'm catching up with you," the indifferent voice of the young man with the sword was like a death announcement.

Before the giant bear could react, the sharp knife stabbed into the back of his neck.

Arteries rupture and blood spurts.

After letting out a shrill wail, the giant bear fell heavily to the ground, struggled for a while, and then lost its breath completely.

"Huh, done," the young man with the long knife shook off the blood on the knife and put the knife back into its sheath.

He walked to the giant bear and lifted the giant bear, which was many times his size, onto his shoulders.

"This should be enough for us to eat for a long time," he muttered, adjusted the position of the giant bear on his shoulders, and then walked back along the way he came with light steps.

9. This meat is so old that I chase the cow to eat it.

Liu Ji had a very strange feeling.

His family's financial situation was not very good before. Like most people, he basically went to public schools from childhood to adulthood. He never attended any cram schools, let alone any that were paid by the hour. One class often cost several Dawan’s one-on-one teaching.

So in his memory, the last time someone taught him one-on-one, word by word, should have been in kindergarten...

But he didn't expect that now, if he counted the time when he was a potato, he would recall the feeling of learning to speak again.

And the person who taught him word by word was a girl who looked like she was underage.

The weirdest thing was that while he was learning, his right hand was tied to a pole stuck in the ground, and his right index finger was always pointing to the sky.

There is no doubt that this was to prevent him from hitting his head again.

Although there was a subtle feeling of being treated as a child, Liu Ji felt... how to say, a little excited?

After all, this was magic!

It felt like the first time he went to the Internet cafe with his friends and pushed open the glass door of the Internet cafe, as if it was not the glass door that was slowly pushed open, but the door to a new world.

If he hadn't been able to cast a spell on his face the first time he successfully cast it, he would probably be excited all day just for successfully making his fingertips spray flames.

Unfortunately, since that time, what Yain taught him seemed not to be complete spells, but some single syllables. Although he pointed his fingers to the sky, there was no response.