One Man’s Power

The screen of the 5G mobile phone is glowing, the brightness is adjusted to the upper middle level, and the screen with the eye protection mode checked is a bit yellow.

In the past, Tang Hong was a little short-sighted and used to the eye protection mode.

Although after becoming an extraordinary person, his eyesight was astonishingly high and he was no longer short-sighted, but the habit remained.

"All votes."

Tang Hong moved his gaze up, looked at the title, and then returned to the center of the screen.

The main content of the top post on the Superman app forum and the domestic forum is: Superman’s choice of whether the supernatural world is open or not, agree (√) and oppose (x).

"Well."

"You can add preconditions, for example, if you agree, otherwise you will oppose." Tang Hong looked down at the content of the post and fell silent for a while.

Tang Hong thought about it from the beginning to the end with complicated thoughts and hard to explain.

...

First, extraordinary geniuses have no divinity and no restrictions on fame.

But this article can be ignored. When the extraordinary world is made public, the problem of divinity will definitely be resolved.

...

Second, for Chaofan, standing on the bright side has too many disadvantages. It can neither improve its strength, but also make parents, wives and children anxious and worried, including daily life. Interpersonal interactions also become complicated. As the saying goes, the rich have distant relatives in the mountains, let alone the truly extraordinary?

There must be an endless stream of guests in front of the Transcendent's door.

But this is also easy to solve.

The whole belongs to the whole, the individual belongs to the individual, and it is enough to respect the personal wishes of the extraordinary.

...

Third, the people are extraordinary.

Extraordinary short life, even if you don't fight anymore, you can live up to fifty years old.

Therefore, the age of the people in the extraordinary world is between eighteen and fifty. People who are too young have not yet matured physically, and even with divine resources, it is difficult to break through the limits of the human body. Needless to say, people who are too old have no hope of transcending.

Public opinion doesn't matter.

The key is that fetish resources are too scarce.

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Fourth, believers in gods.

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Fifth, whether it affects the golden red color.

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Sixth, how to position the transcendent after the disclosure.

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Just as Tang Hong was thinking, he suddenly heard a sound. His mother, Meng Xiushu, was preparing meals in the kitchen and began to serve them.

"I'll serve the rice." Tang Hong got up and went into the kitchen to help.

The kitchen of the new home is still not open, but the space is more than double that of the original one. All kinds of kitchen utensils and appliances are all ready, which is more exquisite than the fine decoration of the bag.

Tang's mother, Meng Xiushu, waved her hand: "I don't need you, go and rest with your dad." Meng Xiushu never thought that one day she would use a dishwasher and a slicer, and the amount of housework was greatly reduced and she was not tired.

The built-in fully automatic dishwasher is cleaner than her hand washing.

A slicer is even more convenient.

"Get out quickly." Mother Tang started to push people away.

"Okay." Tang Hong replied casually, but picked up four bowls and four pairs of chopsticks in his hand.

After all, it's good to be at home and do some housework. Maybe someday I won't have the chance.

And because one person is worth long-term income, Tang Hong doesn't live at home... Although he moved to a new house, the villa has a lot of rooms, but the value per person is still reduced.

He glanced at the sumptuous dishes made by his mother.

Four dishes and one soup.

One of them is roast duck bought outside. The other is a cold dish. Ziyan Baiwei Chicken buys packaged and spicy husband and wife lung slices.

"This is too lazy! Make up the numbers." Tang Hong cried inwardly: "My mother has changed, my mother was not like this before, and my mother often told me not to eat these junk foods..."

As a result, Mama Tang started to eat by herself.

And confidently took it to the table as a dish.

Tang Hong looked at the other three dishes: "Braised silver carp and tofu soup with green vegetables, fried cumin potatoes and quail eggs?"

"Is it my mother's innovative dish again?"

Tang Hong served five dishes and shouted to eat.

immediately.

Dad Tang Wenjun, who pretended to be sleeping on the sofa, sat at the dining table.

Tang Jun, the younger brother who was huddled in the bedroom playing games, also quickly walked out of the room: "Brother, what did mom cook so delicious today?"

"Look for yourself." Tang Hong glared at his younger brother Tang Jun a little angrily.

Too useless.

With seven-figure pocket money and a nice car, playing games at home? Going out to play is really a waste of my painstaking efforts. Tang Hong got a little angry, and then the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help touching his chin.

'Anger? '

'What an amazing feeling. ’ Tang Hong clearly felt very angry and angry, and his whole body was about to go into a rage and even explode on the spot, but his heart was calm, rational and sober, above the anger, and controlled this emotion.

Ordinary people get stuck in anger and are controlled.

Tang Hong is above emotions!

At this moment, he was like a heavenly being overlooking the vicissitudes of the world, his eyes flowing like water.

The next moment dissipated the anger.

He's at home, it's better to be cautious, the willpower that is close to the third limit plus anger is enough to shatter a person's thinking and consciousness, he won't die, he just becomes a vegetable.

On the table.

Tang Hong said while eating: "Dad, I have another year-end bonus in my card. I will transfer it to you for safekeeping later."

Although Tang Wenjun was no stranger to winning a lottery, a villa and a nice car, he still frowned.

"Son." Tang Wenjun was confused: "Didn't you give out the year-end bonus last week?"

Tang Hong: "Yes, what's the problem?"

As long as you have hope in your heart, and every day is Chinese New Year, then there is nothing wrong with giving out year-end bonuses every day, right?

Anyway, not many.

then.

Tang Hong turned his head to look at his younger brother Tang Jun. Before Tang Hong could speak, Tang Jun immediately said, "Brother, what orders do you have? Please give me instructions!"

...

Afternoon time after dinner.

The sun was shining, but the weather was cold. Tang Hong excused himself to work overtime, left home, drove an Audi s7 with space gray paint, lightly stepped on the accelerator, and passed through the intersections of traffic lights.

Adhering to the principle of keeping a low profile, Tang Hong lived a simple life.

He rejected the luxury car given by Fifth Morning Park, and chose this relatively cheap Audi sedan... Tang Hong held the steering wheel and waited for the red light, picked up his phone, opened the Extraordinary app and glanced at the number of points inadvertently: "Hurry up There are more than 13,000 points."

One extraordinary point is equivalent to one hundred thousand Chinese currency.

Tang Hong was once obsessed with it. Today, points are just a number.

Vehicles are driving on the road.

through a one-way line.

There is a zebra crossing ahead, and on both sides of the zebra crossing are pedestrians wearing cotton coats and trousers, standing in the cold wind and waiting to cross the street. Pedestrians included men, women and children, but no cars gave way. Tang Hong lightly braked and stopped in front of the zebra crossing.

Watching the grandma on the left side of the zebra crossing leading her little granddaughter across the road, walking to the right, and the little granddaughter bouncing around with colorful lollipops;

Watching a few young people with colorful hair on the right side of the zebra crossing cross the road, walk to the left, put their hands in their pockets;

The zebra crossing ahead seems to have an endless stream;

"It's a beautiful car. It's gray... Do you know what kind of car it is?"

"Audi a6a5, it's a bad street car."

His extraordinary senses were so keen. Hearing those young men with different hair colors talking in low voices, Tang Hong sat in the driver's seat of the car, rubbed the steering wheel twice, and smiled softly.

The day when the godslayer does not kill the gods...

So unpretentious and uninteresting.

next moment.

The phone rang.

It was Guo Bojun who was in the sea of ​​clouds, but his heart was in the Sichuan-Shu District: "Tang Hong, did you see the voting post? I voted for it! The same goes for Jiang Lulu, and Xiao Ziyun, the three of us all voted for it."

"but."

"Instructor Li Guanglei voted against it, and Fei Gu, the top superman of the division's blocking team, also voted against it. Tang Hong, did you vote?"

Guo Bojun asked.

He found that the votes for the standard extraordinary had a higher proportion of votes, but the opposite was true for the top extraordinary... As for the proportion of votes at the advisory level, Guo Bojun has no way of knowing.

"I……"

Tang Hong recalled the rare peace after each battle.

he wants to vote,

Against the overt decision of the otherworldly world,

But a genius has no divinity and is not afraid of being famous, so why should he oppose those extraordinary people who simply don't want to bleed to death in obscurity?

He is a consultant-level godslayer, the seventh genius today, but at this moment he suddenly discovered...

All this has nothing to do with him, or rather, it has little to do with it.

‘Agree and disagree, the result has no effect on me at all. '

'Beat life and death in the end...'

'Looks like an outsider...'

Somehow, with inexplicable emotions in his heart, Tang Hong was a little suffocated.

[Ding dong! 】

[You experience the benefits of being a maverick and feel deep loneliness, one person is worth ten more]