One Man’s Power

Geniuses of the same generation do not meet because extraordinary geniuses are too rare and rare.

There is no similar argument for the sub-genius and the signer of the Yasheng contract.

"Shivering~"

"The legendary Yasheng contract actually exists."

"⊙﹏⊙, it's a pity that I always thought it was fake. Is the sub-genius contract stronger than the sub-genius? In fact, if you can sign a sub-genius contract, it can already be called the highest standard contract."

In the forum, in the Mutual Aid Zone of Path of Extraordinary, everyone was talking about it.

Predominantly golden red.

True supernatural beings rarely appear.

Either participating in the war, either resting, there is no time and no intention to visit the forum ... Today is very different. Today is the great joy of Hongxuan: "Hahahahaha is finally my turn to my head, raising my eyebrows!"

"Look at the forum."

"Look at this pinned post, everyone in the 16 districts across the country can see it." Hong Ye secretly took a screenshot.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, finally dyed red with slight frost.

Willpower: Break the third limit.

The five elements of the human body: sensitivity, speed breaking the third limit. The three elements of strength, flexibility, and endurance are also relatively close to the third limit level.

thump!

I saw Hongye shaking his head, tilting his feet, his heels seem to be resting on the edge of the table...

In fact, there is still a distance of two centimeters...

Like a barrier, he held up Hong Ye's left foot, and looked at the black tea consultant: "Did you forget the bet made at the beginning of this year, as long as I break through to the consultant level this year, this office will belong to me."

The office decoration style is simple.

On the window sill, in the corner, there are pots of orchids and hibiscus piled up, and the walls are covered with wallpaper, and the light orange color dazzles the eyes.

At this time.

The office chair turned slowly, and the indifferent face of the black tea consultant turned over: "I have a good memory."

"Just ask if you are angry?"

Hongye put his left foot on the barrier of willpower.

In addition, the whole person is sitting empty.

Willpower interferes with reality, and easily lifts the body. If a golden red door pushes in, it will definitely be a surprise. Hong Ye seems to be sitting on an invisible invisible technology office chair.

Rowing without oars, sitting without chairs, and at the same time, the upper body twisted, twisted from side to side, at this moment Hongye couldn't help shaking...

It's like the people who have turned over are masters of their own affairs and sing...

"as long as you are happy."

The black tea consultant shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the office.

"Why!"

Hongye suddenly stood up with a serious expression, this script is not right either.

What about shock?

It's impossible to not believe the good shouting, and then where is the follow-up of envy, jealousy and hatred?

"You are not a good-for-nothing counterattack, nor are you a fallen genius. Isn't it normal for a Yasheng contract signer to become a consultant in two or three years? You just like to show off and slap your face... As a consultant, you have to understand that you are a Extraordinary out of bad taste."

The black tea consultant turned his head and stared at Hong Ye, his fatherly eyes were reassuring and stern, making Hong Ye shrink his head subconsciously.

"Uncle Tea."

Hong Ye lamented: "I think, if people live in this world and can't show off, what's the point of living?"

"Don't you think, what do you think is useful." The black tea sentence was violent: "Look at what Tang Hong did, tirelessly, perseveringly, and fighting for his dreams, from the southeast to the northeast, and from the northeast to Sichuan and Shu , almost ran all over the country, just to kill the regular gods."

heard the words.

Hongye suddenly wilted, as if being poured a basin of cold water.

The same as the signer of the Yasheng contract...

god slayer...

It is indeed famous.

However, Hongye's willpower is so strong that he will not change his ideas easily: "I will ask Tang Hong now if he has time... By the way, Uncle Cha, you are quite old, go home and play mahjong, sweep the floor The assistant is replaced by me, and I just greeted the military."

The black tea consultant was stunned at the door.

The office fell silent.

Hongye tilted his head, and closed the door with willpower, not giving Hongcha a chance to refuse.

——

Somewhere in the suburbs, on a street, Tang Hong looked down at the Meituan app interface.

"Barbershops are so hard to find."

When Tang Hong found out that he didn't want to get a haircut, the streets were full of barbershops, and he was dazzled. But now I really want a haircut, but I can't find it.

There are people coming and going on the street, all young men and women.

There seemed to be a university town nearby. Tang Hong glanced casually. For some reason, there were so many couples. Only then did he remember what day it is: a new year has arrived.

New Year's Day.

Statutory holidays.

"New Year."

Tang Hong was silent for a while, turned around the corner, and finally found a barber shop that was still open.

Go into the barber shop.

Someone was sweeping the floor, and someone was sitting nearby. The barber shop was spacious and brightly lit, reflecting the mirrors, echoing the noisy sound of the hair dryer.

Someone came up to him: "Do you want a haircut? What price do you want?"

soon.

After washing his hair, Tang Hong sat on a chair, shook his hair twice, and threw out a few drops of water.

It suddenly occurred to him that this was a barber shop on the street, and he couldn't use extraordinary force to dry his hair... So Tang Hong focused his attention on the mirror. The round mirror seemed to reflect a flawless face.

Tang Hong also didn't want to be narcissistic.

But she looks good, she was born like this, no one can do anything about it.

Holding the scissors, the barber trimmed Tang Hong's hair from left to right, and chatted casually: "Look at you, are you a student?"

Tang Hong subconsciously wanted to say no.

After thinking about it, although he is extraordinary and traps ordinary gods every day, strictly speaking, a senior student majoring in finance at Yunhai University of Finance and Economics is his social identity.

"Yes, I'm a student." Tang Hong's tone was full of emotion.

The first draft of the graduation thesis was submitted.

The graduation defense has not been completed, the graduation ceremony has not yet been attended, and he is really a student.

There is a university town nearby, and the students are normal. The barber asked what he really wanted to ask: "I didn't go home on New Year's Day, so why did you come to cut your hair alone? Doesn't your girlfriend accompany you?"

"I don't have a girlfriend." Tang Hong smiled.

Already used to having fun while suffering.

The trigger mechanism of one person's value prevents him from returning home often, let alone talking about a sweet love.

"No way." The barber expressed surprise: "With such a temperament, can you not have a girlfriend?"

Extraordinary people have experienced life and death, and when facing gods, their temperament is naturally excellent.

The wind hunter in the Heiji division seems to be wretched, but he also interprets the wretchedness to a superb level.

"Really or not." The barber refused to believe it.

"Maybe...it's too good." Tang Hong said lightly.

Tang Hong said again: "Don't cut the sides of your hair too short."

"I think a shorter one suits you..."

"listen to me."

Tang Hong smiled slightly. The undoubted calm tone was understated but powerful. The barber was speechless for a while, afraid to speak again, and became cautious including his movements.

It wasn't until Tang Hong finished paying the bill and pushed the door out that the barber sighed regretfully.

"Pity."

"It's definitely the type that my eldest sister likes, and I should add a WeChat."

...

After leaving the barber shop, Tang Hong put on his hat.

Temperament is something that can't be hidden, it will shine if you are not careful.

keep going forward.

Passing by a commercial square, there is a small fountain at the door, but the water flow is relatively small.

The main entrance of the mall is very lively, probably holding an anniversary promotion.

roadside.

Cars came and went, pedestrians hurried, Tang Hong waited and watched for a while.

Suddenly a phone rang.

It was Hong Ye, the Wolong organization and the Yasheng contract signer, who called: "Tang Hong, where are you? Let's play mahjong together?"

"Play mahjong..."

Tang Hong had never played before. Just as he was thinking about it, he caught a glimpse of an impressive figure from the corner of his eyes.

More precisely.

It's not that the back is familiar.

Rather... that light blue beret reminded Tang Hong: "It looks a bit like Bei Ni?"

With extraordinary senses, familiar people can be known at a glance. Bei Ni was not in the range, and only saw him twice from the beginning to the end.

Besides, Tang Hong at that time hadn't become extraordinary yet, and his memory was mediocre.

"Well."

"Go and have a look."

Tang Hong moved his feet involuntarily, and felt baffled, as if there was no need to do this, sneaking like a thief, a normal person should call his name twice to confirm if he is an acquaintance.

besides.

There seemed to be no valid reason to go up and say hello.

Although the two are very familiar and have known each other for more than half a year, they have been communicating online...

Can't be considered an acquaintance...

Mao rashly stepped forward to say hello, a little embarrassed, Tang Hong was thinking, but saw that figure turned around, it was a strange short-haired woman.

'do not know. '

'never seen it. '

Tang Hong breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Hong Ye on the phone: "It happens to be free, you should come over or I should go over, let's discuss which suspicious location the operation will start from tomorrow."

"No problem!" Hong Ye said, "I'll come and find you."

Tang Hong reported a position.

hang up the phone.

toot~

A short-haired woman in a light blue beret pouted.

She took off the blue hat, held it in her hand, dodged left and right and said with a laugh: "Come on, Xiaobei, if you catch me, I will return the hat to you."