The Bald Monk in the City

More than thirty days, for a world, not much time worth mentioning.

But there are always some time gaps, some subtle moments will shine with their unique light.

Although no one has created an iconic professional vocabulary for the past thirty days.

But this moment is full of turbulence and drastic changes, and it is destined to leave a sufficiently far-reaching trace in the history of the material world.

For modern people living in a civilized and harmonious atmosphere, their lives have not been substantially affected.

Although the wave has already set off the first wave, life is busy enough to make people lose and sink.

Perhaps the only thing that has changed is the fanciful headlines and news on the Internet.

Yes, maybe Superman really exists, maybe Pharaoh will return again, maybe the dry well at the end of the alley at the door is indeed locked with a dragon...

But what's the matter, it won't make the rent next month drop by even one cent.

Survival is not a sweet vocabulary. It has a bitter and bitter taste with life.

However, in this chai, rice, oil, salt and **** vinegar tea, there are always some who long for extraordinary existence...

A mysterious related interest forum

"Shocked! American rumours have produced a group of soldiers with explicit abilities!"

"Eat melon in the front row."

"X...X-Men?"

"I am more concerned about their skin color composition than the abilities they claim to be soldiers..."

"I'm discussing boring and mysterious political topics again? Maybe chromosomes would be a better choice? We can study a more interesting topic... For example, if a chromosome comes from an existence with dominant powers, can it allow others to exist? Obtain the corresponding dominant power."

"This seems a bit narrow, I think this topic is a bit discriminatory to men, after all, they don't have the props to accept."

"Maybe? But I think it's fair. You have to bear that some places are actually more suitable for survival..."

"My God, maybe I entered the wrong forum. I always feel that your topic is a bit weird. Shouldn't we discuss those coool-sounding power soldiers?"

"Yes, so I think my thinking was limited before, and the statement upstairs is an interesting answer."

"The style of painting suddenly became ♂..."

"I want to know how these supernatural soldiers compare with the... Taoist priests of the ancient Eastern Kingdom? That's the word, if I wrote it correctly."

"I still remember the video I saw before, he is too coool, just like my idol Li!"

"You have to imagine that, he stood in front of the enemy's palace majestic looking at each other and said:'You have a sword, I have a sword, it is fair. And now, I want two, this is power!' "

"Cooool! But, are you sure he has said this?"

"Yes, I can prove that I am that person's lawyer. As we all know, when facing this kind of property dispute, mankind always needs a lawyer to stand by."

Seeing the fierce and crooked discussion on the forum, Muzi put down the phone in his hand and took a sip of milk tea leisurely.

Her life seems to have become more and more comfortable.

In addition to daily battles, I sit outside the milk tea shop and enjoy the bright sunshine of Lhasa.

She enjoys this leisurely attitude towards life, even if it is affected by her newly acquired heroic will.

Dawn goddess, this is Muzi's first related attempt on non-human existence.

Undoubtedly, the process of integration seems extremely difficult.

Although Muzi could feel the gentle breath of the opponent's will, she still couldn't carry through the vast and hot power.

Even now, she can only drive a fairly limited amount of power.

Muzi didn't know whether it was the manifestation of his own will or some real god.

But at least the power of dawn driven by her is real.

Integrating the power of the goddess of dawn, Muzi did not gain the skill bonus similar to other heroes.

On the contrary, some mysterious and incomprehensible use of energy, after she activates the power of the goddess of dawn, will continue to pour into her mind.

Muzi felt very distressed, she knew that they were some powerful extraordinary abilities.

But obviously, she is far from reaching that standard.

Her professional strength makes her fighting style extremely flexible.

But the prerequisite is: she can integrate so many heroic wills.

That is not a simple matter, at least Muzi did not complete its plan in his lifetime...

In addition to power, the influence of those wills on Muzi's own thinking also exists objectively.

It's like a drop of ink, although it has been diluted to the point where only a trace of wear remains.

But for a piece of white paper, it can also leave enough glaring marks.

When there is no color of one's own, any external will may leave traces of it.

There are undoubtedly a lot of other traces in Muzi's will.

These traces have sometimes affected her in daily and combat processes.

After all, too complicated instincts will bring some bad effects.

However, as she merged with the power of the goddess of dawn, that brilliant and huge will directly dispelled those weak traces.

The dawn, also the sun, is a brilliance that cannot be seen directly...

For Muzi, her temperament began to become sunny.

She will be happy to help others, and she will feel depressed by the tragic news.

But that was only temporary, and she would soon be able to return to a state of full vitality.

But more often, she likes to lie outside lazily.

Time seemed to her, it was not as urgent as before.

In a day, or even a month, their boundaries seemed to be blurred in Muzi's view.

Sometimes, she can lie outside for a day.

This allowed her to gain the attention of many painters, who thought it was a good material.

Unfortunately, no one has been able to get close to this goddess...

But today ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looked at Muzi who lay down after putting down his phone.

Some painters gathered here are getting busy. People like beautiful things, and they are naturally willing to record these beautiful things with their pens.

But today, their plan seems to be blocked.

Because, a guy who didn't know how to show up suddenly walked in front of Muzi.

Looking at the guy with his bald head, but who seemed to have nothing special overall, some young painters put down their brushes.

They think this is a good opportunity. After all, this bald head seems to be a goddess who wants to offend them...

And at this moment, they heard the bald head talking. His voice didn't know how to describe it, but it always felt a little hairy:

"I think Zongwang should have given a warning, but you still ignore it. The power of divinity is not so easy to control..."