My Daughter is So Amazing

That night, in order to welcome the return of the village chief, the villagers held a grand bonfire party in the new village square according to the usual practice. Everyone sang and danced, and there was wine and meat, which was quite lively.

Rolle ate, drank and jumped, and relieved the fatigue accumulated during this period of time, and then told everyone about what happened outside.

"Let me tell you, my daughter is very good at school! The teachers and professors in the college praised her as a genius, and the classmates regarded her as a high school bully. Even I was greedy!"

"I'm telling you that my daughter is promising. I'm all in the airship when I come back. Have you seen the airship? I'm afraid you haven't heard of it?"

"I'm telling you that my daughter may have done it, the fertile valley. Think about it, how far it is, she can run to archaeology alone, and dug up a big news, and she will definitely make the headlines when she comes back!"

After all, three sentences are always inseparable from my daughter, and as a result, I don't say much about what I have done.

It’s not that he was deliberately low-key, but he felt that these villagers didn’t have much knowledge and didn’t understand anything, and they couldn’t understand what he said. It takes a long time to explain any problem, which is very troublesome.

But while speaking, Rohr suddenly noticed a detail that was not very harmonious, and suddenly turned off the topic, pointed to a mountain covered by night in the distance, and asked:

"Huh? Is it because of the darkness? How do I feel that the mountain on the opposite side seems to be suddenly higher?"

"Look at you, I remember sitting here before, the mountain doesn't seem to be this high, right?"

When these words were spoken, the atmosphere of talking and laughing suddenly froze.

But fortunately, it only lasted for a second, and everyone continued to talk and laugh.

"Village Chief, are you drunk too much?"

"What nonsense? You don't know what the village chief's drinking capacity is? It's obviously been a long time since I came back, and I have forgotten the shape of the village."

"Yeah, yeah, the village chief, you lived so happily outside, and your daughter is so prosperous. Will you not come back in the future?"

After hearing this question, everyone gradually calmed down and seemed to care about Rohr's answer.

And this question happened to be Rohr's entanglement and hesitation all the time. He immediately forgot the little doubts he had before. He suffocated half a bottle of fruit wine, and then said leisurely:

"No, I won't go, this place, I must guard this place..."

The villagers smiled and waited for him to continue.

But Rohr went on to say:

"However, my daughter must also be taken care of. She must not be deceived or deceived by others..."

"So I plan to go out to see her every once in a while and bring her some fresh fruits and vegetables from the village by the way."

Hearing what he said, the villagers began to applaud.

"It's the best way, you really deserve to be the village chief! He made the wisest decision!"

"The village chief is a left-handed career and a right-handed family. It's really enviable!"

"That is, if you are not in the village chief, everyone is having a good time. You can rest assured to take care of Xiao Keli. Just come back every few months..."

"Come and come to the village chief, I will toast you a bottle!"

Rohr was held up for a while, and he drank a lot of fruit wine without knowing it.

So after chatting with everyone, he went back to his room, looked at the two portraits of his daughters on the wall, and fell asleep with relief and satisfaction.

However, the villagers outside did not disperse, but extinguished the bonfire and other lighting torches and braziers, allowing darkness to envelop the small village.

A neighbor whose sweetheart fruit planted particularly sweetheart listened to the movement of the village chief’s house and snapped his fingers after he was sure that Rohr was asleep.

Rohr's home suddenly became distorted and blurred, looking a little translucent, as if it was about to disappear, but it has maintained this illusory state.

He said again with his mouth;

"Okay, the village chief will not notice the movement outside, and will sleep peacefully until dawn."

Compared with the previous magical communication of ideas, it is more convenient and safer to speak with your mouth.

The fat man on the side nodded, looked at the mess on the ground, and ordered:

"A-Da and A-Er please clean up this place first, it's messy."

Ah Da and Ah Er, the smiling and black brothers, are the youngest in the village except for Ke Li, so many chores are entrusted to them.

The two of them had no complaints about this, and readily accepted the fat man's arrangement.

I saw that the emptied wine bottles on the ground automatically became brand new, and then as if they had long feet, they bounced back to the fat man’s wine cellar; and the food residues and all kinds of trash left over after eating also collapsed on their own. It disintegrated into mosaic-like fragments and sank into the ground.

This small square has become neat and beautiful again.

During the whole process, there was no slight power fluctuation, and it also revealed an indescribable sense of nature, as if these bottles should be clean and neatly placed in the wine cellar; as if the garbage and residues did not exist. .

This is the power to distort reality, to forcibly rewrite what was originally impossible, a power that only a demigod can master, a means that lies at the true culmination of extraordinary power.

But in this village, it is only used for cleaning and sanitation...

But the villagers seemed to be accustomed to this, without the slightest surprise, they were still discussing more serious issues.

A neighbor who had grown potatoes very well and had a very honest face took the lead in speaking with a worried expression on his face:

"Next, what should I do? The village chief seems to have found something?"

The neighbor who grows the sweetheart fruit immediately said angrily:

"Are you embarrassed to say? It's not all to blame? I can't control my strength and ruined the village!"

The villagers who raised pigs and sent Luoer's donkey to the side helped:

"Even if it is destroyed, you have cut down several floors of the land and created a big hole abruptly, otherwise the village chief would not be able to find the flaw."

"I stayed in the village for so long anyway, the control of power is still so rough, the village chief has not learned the fur?"

Being obscured by everyone in this way, the honest-looking neighbors felt ashamed, and could only bow their heads in shame.

"But what should we do next? If it arouses the village chief's suspicion, it will be very troublesome..."

Ada, the young man who has been smiling, asked.

"Or, cut that mountain to the right height?"

No one in the crowd suggested a sentence.

"No, it's impossible."

The fat man shook his head repeatedly and retorted:

"The distance is too far, the range is too large, there will be too many things that will be affected, and we will be exposed."

Another suggested:

"Then how about we all lie to the village chief?"

This plan was immediately refuted:

"It's still not good. Always use one lie to round out another lie, and the exposure may become greater and greater."

As a result, the neighbor who lives on the right of Roer's house made a reliable suggestion:

"Why don't you try illusion? Using illusion to cover the mountain should be the least flawed, the least impactful, and the least likely to be found by mortals."

"But... are any of you good at illusion?"

"Should I be okay?"

A villager who only grows corn at home and eats corn at ordinary times took a few steps forward and volunteered.

"No problem, right? Now the village chief is sleeping, and the village chief's house is blocked. If there is too much disturbance, it will be a little troublesome."

The fat man asked a little more uneasy.

"Of course it's okay. When I was at Tier 10, I had the titles of ‘Miracle Illusionist’, ‘Supreme Illusion Master’, ‘God of Illusion’, etc. Please be sure to trust my professionalism!"

The Corn Man spoke very confidently, and stretched out his hand and took out a golden pocket watch, showing it to everyone.

"Look, this is the old guy who has been with me all my life."

The pocket watch swayed slightly between his fingers, exuding a mysterious and unique charm.

The smiling face A Dalian hurriedly closed his eyes, did not dare to look directly at the pocket watch, and easily covered the black face A Er's eyes, and reminded in a low voice:

"At our level, we can't look directly at it yet."

On the contrary, the sweetheart Guoren glanced at the pocket watch seriously, nodded, and exclaimed:

"It is indeed a good thing. If it is placed in this world, it can make mortals go crazy."

"Hurry up."

The fat man next to him urged.

The Corn Man gently shook his pocket watch, letting it sway gradually faster, and at the same time whispered something in his mouth, and behind him appeared a huge secret magic circle that was tall enough to rotate slowly.

The pocket watch swayed faster and faster, the circle behind him was spinning faster and faster, and a majestic aura fluctuated from his body.

The fat man couldn't help but frowned slightly, feeling that the movement was a bit too noisy.

The other villagers looked towards the distant hills and said one after another:

"Huh? It's actually getting shorter gradually?"

"It seems that juggling of this status can have miraculous effects if used well!"

"Adjust the height well, it seems a bit too short?"

"It's not right, it's still too high!"

Everyone was rushing to command~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I saw that the top of the mountain became taller and shorter, stretched and shrunk in the distance, like a **** with his head constantly probed.

Fortunately, it will be late at night, and other villagers will help to cover it up. Otherwise, if this scene is seen by others, I am afraid that this mountain has come alive by itself?

As a result, I commanded for a long time, and the top of the mountain stretched and retracted for a long time, but it was still not adjusted to the most suitable height. Some people said it was too high, some people said it was too short, and some people asked in an angry manner:

"Does your illusion work at all?"

Probably because of this sentence, the Corn Man suddenly turned pale, and the secret magic circle behind him suddenly collapsed.

And the top of the mountain in the distance disappeared neatly, as if it had been cut open with a knife...

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