Global Weird: I Can Simulate In Advance

"Let's see what your qualifications are."

"Yes, Master."

Li Guanqi got up, walked over, sat beside the table, glanced at the black-robed old dwarf standing on the table, he hesitated, but still did not ask.

He wanted to ask the person's name.

But think carefully and don't ask.

This strange world is strange, and there is no background introduction. It starts with the "game plot". He doesn't know the background story of his character at all.

I don't know if he should know the name of the old dwarf.

What if he should know, but he asks aloud, isn't he courting death?

To be on the safe side, it's better to be silent.

"By the way, Tu'er, who's your last name?"

At this time, the black-robed old dwarf was playing with the dark red blood test stone, but asked Li Guanqi a question.

Ah... that's what it is.

Li Guanqi understood.

It turns out that this is a bit similar to the mode of the game The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim, first come to a game plot, and then let the NPC ask your name to start "character creation".

From beginning to end, Li Guanqi was forcing himself to treat this weird world as a game.

Because for an eighteen-year-old young man like him, doing this can effectively relieve his nervous and fearful negative emotions.

The only way to ensure that nothing goes wrong is to calm down.

"If you go back to the master, the apprentice is called Li Guanqi."

"Watching chess? Watching chess does not speak of a true gentleman... A good name, um, is the teacher's surname Wei Mingmo, and the word is Danqing."

"Take care of your disciples."

Li Guanqi lowered his head.

"Yes, it's the Wei you think of."

The black-robed old dwarf, or rather Wei Mo nodded.

? !

Li Guanqi's heart skipped a beat.

But I didn't think of anything...

Wei Mo raised his head and looked at the broken roof. It seemed that he could see the blue sky and the free world outside the house from the gap of the wooden board.

There was a slightly confused look on his old face.

"As you think, I was born in the Daluo Dynasty, a pillar of the Eight Kingdoms, and one of the Wei family's surnames.

I am the eldest son of the current Wei Guozhu. Before I was five years old, I had a high status and was carefree.

Until the age of five, I was completely confirmed as dwarfism by the imperial doctor.

The Wei family is one of the eight surnames, and the blood of the clansmen is full of glory. The appearance of dwarf deformed children is an insult to the blood of the Wei family and a tarnish to the surname of the Daluo country.

Ah.

Since then, I have been hidden by my family, locked up in a small isolated courtyard, never seen my parents again, only a servant to take care of me, and I have been bullied by that person.

Until the birthday of the twelve-year-old.

Because it was my birthday, I was able to be taken by the servants to go for a walk in the street under the premise of covering my face. This is also the only day in the year that I can leave the courtyard.

It was also that day.

I accidentally learned from a passer-by's chat that I, Wei Mo, Wei Danqing, Wei Guozhu's eldest son, according to the Wei family's external statement, died at the age of five, hehe...hehe...

After I went back that day, I cried for a long time until midnight. I picked up the kitchen knife and put it on my neck, trying to end my deformed life with my own hands.

But at that time.

An old blind man with one arm appeared.

He handed me a stone, which is... this. "

Wei Mo slowly handed the dark red blood test stone in front of Li Guanqi.

Bloodstone?

Li Guanqi glanced at the dark red stone in Wei Mo's hand, then looked up at him solemnly.

The dwarf Wei Mo.

One-armed blind man.

All are disabled.

He vaguely noticed the group of sorcerers,

It seems to be even more special than I imagined...

"Remember the conjurer traits."

Wei Mo's face was expressionless, and his voice was hoarse: "The so-called characteristics of a magician are that God does not give it, and it must be given.

If God doesn't give you something, it will definitely make up for you in another way.

That is to say, in 99% of cases, the more serious the degree of inborn disability, the better the person's qualifications as a magician. "

Li Guanqi was taken aback.

What God does not give, must give...

But God has always been kind to him.

A happy family, a tall man of 1.98 meters, a healthy body, top speed and jumping talent, should be a brilliant brain, and not too handsome, but at least a very sunny appearance.

God gave him everything.

"You are in good physical condition."

Wei Mo looked at Li Guanqi's tall body, with a hint of envy in his cloudy eyes, "As an ordinary person, even joining the army, you can get good development.

However, in the world of magicians, the only thing that teachers can say is... the characteristics of magicians are indeed applicable to 99% of magicians.

But don't be discouraged, maybe you are the remaining exception, while having a good body, you can also have a good qualification as a magician.

bring it on.

test. "

The black-robed old man pulled Li Guanqi's right hand, and a little dark green light appeared between his two fingers, and he stroked lightly on his palm.

Dark red blood seeped out and dripped on the blood test stone.

"Om-"

The dark red blood test stone suddenly lit up.

"Oh?"

A slight smile appeared on Wei Mo's face, "Shang Ke, Tu'er, maybe you are really out of the 99 percent..."

"Om-"

The blood test stone is still shining, getting brighter and brighter, until it becomes like a red light bulb, and the blood-red light illuminates the entire wooden house!

Wei Mo has been shocked beyond words.

"Such a high qualification?!"

"boom!"

The blood-testing stone suddenly burst, and countless pieces of fine rubble collapsed and splattered, causing Li Guanqi to quickly retreat.

But Wei Mo was like a dementia, completely ignoring the stones that wiped the blood on his face, just staring at the table in a daze.

I saw that after the blood test stone exploded, there was a small pool of red blood floating in the air, which was the blood that Li Guanqi had dripped before.

And this moment.

This red blood actually slowly turned from red to purple, until in the end, it completely turned into a purple blood.

"..."

Wei Mo looked at this scene, muttered to himself, his expression was extremely complicated, and his eyes were full of shock, nostalgia, anger, regret, thinking, entanglement, and gloomy colors.

His voice was low, but Li Guanqi could barely hear it clearly.

- Son of Tongyou.

Tongyou!

Tongyou? !

Li Guanqi's expression changed slightly.

The [Tongyou (Purple)] talent he got from the simulator turned out to be real in the weird world, and he was also called the son of Tongyou.

"Teacher, your aptitude is very good, very good."

Wei Mo grabbed the purple blood with his left hand and retracted it into his sleeve robe.

Then he stretched out his right hand and gently rubbed Li Guanqi's head, with a very kind smile on his face, just like the kind old grandpa next door.

"I have changed my mind for a teacher. Your qualifications are too good. Just relying on words and deeds is a waste of your qualifications. Anyway, there is not much life left for a teacher..."

"How about this."

With a gentle smile on his face, Wei Mo said softly to Li Guanqi: "I don't care how long I live for a year and a half as a teacher, I will pour all my cultivation into the curse, and then slowly feed it within two months. Give you."

"This means that in less than two months, you can obtain the cultivation base of eighty years of hard work for your teacher."