Calamity of Tomorrow

"Burning **** ... is it so fun?"

Looking at Zhou Bai's happy and excited face, a deep incomprehensibility flashed in her heart.

However, after seeing that the other party's mental state was still stable, after nothing happened, Win Destroy left several staff members responsible for monitoring Zhou's actions and left.

On the other hand, Zhou Bai burned (sell) from 6 in the morning to 6 in the morning, and obtained a lazy value of 12,000.

"It's enough, so I don't need to find it myself."

"And it's all mine in name, so I don't need to spend 10 minutes on turnover."

"Sure enough, making good use of collective power is much better than me alone."

"I really want to live here forever."

But letting Zhou Bai burn **** here 24 hours a day is obviously a win over what they cannot accept.

So after six o'clock, Zhou Bai had a breakfast and still needed to go to class (sleep).

In place of Zhou, Kristina is naturally.

She went to see Winning Destroyer early this morning to talk about the choice of the next layer of God map.

...

Looking at Zhou Bai in front of himself, Winning gave several options: "The second layer of my sword map here, there are two maps, which are shadow students who are good at shadows, lurking, assassinations, and frontal battles. The best dragon-slaying dragon ... "

"Of course I'm a film student. I can jump in the shadows, turn the sword into a shadow, and turn a shadow into a sword."

"Oh, I think you chose the same way." Between the thoughts of winning and destroying, a divine figure representing the shadow has appeared in front of him, and he was sent into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Kristina's Tai Roulette greeted directly, and instantly merged, and a new eight stars were born on the ring on the second floor.

So in the following days, Christina went to class every day, practiced the divine figure, and returned her body to Bai after class.

Then Zhou Bai went to study in group practice, mainly practicing various swordsmanship and injecting into the shadow, followed by attracting extraterrestrial forces to enhance the shadow.

When White went to the study group, Kristina went home to pay for her ideas, and supervised Aisha to visualize the original Dao Zang 02 by the way.

In the middle of the night, it was Zhou Bai who took Cheng Ying sword to burn shit, but Christina refused to die.

In this way, whether it is the strength of Bai Bai or lazy value, can be described as a thousand miles.

Zhou Bai has been accumulating and brewing through the past 8 months, and his strength has finally entered a period of explosive growth. He is constantly improving at a rate that will surprise others.

...

Donghua City 0 meters.

Basement in a civilian area.

Among the erratic candlelight, the twisted shadows soared in the center of the basement.

Xiaopei was wearing a black robe, hovering beside the twisted shadow.

Dozens of humans fell to the ground and looked at Xiao Pei and the dark shadow beside her in surprise. Some of them lost their hands and had missing legs, even more or less disabled.

And most of the eyes were stunned, not trimming, only when they saw Xiao Pei and the dark shadow, a little hope appeared in their eyes.

They are all monks who have been physically disabled for various reasons and have lost the opportunity to continue their cultivation.

Pei looked at them with a touch of pity.

She looked at an old man and asked, "Lao Zheng, how are you doing?"

The old man named Zheng Lao is an old man with a thin body, gray hair, and has no hands.

He smiled bitterly and said, "What else can you do? Just live like that."

Xiao Pei: "How about Sun Lao?"

Zheng Lao's eyes dropped and he sighed, "Two days ago, I was distorted at the grocery factory, and killed by the guard on the spot."

Xiao Pei closed her eyes and sighed in her heart. This Lao Zheng and Sun Lao were both seriously wounded monks on the battlefield.

They are ordinary graduates of Donghua Road School. The first level of cultivation is also a hero who dared to sacrifice and fight **** the battlefield.

But things have gotten worse since retirement from serious injuries.

To be honest, Donghua City has treated these disabled monks very well. They have been arranged for work, and they have a few meat meals every month, as well as various kinds of regular care. This is almost a human society with scarce supplies. The limit is reached.

However, the monk was seriously injured, and it was difficult for him to get in. The negative state of this was not relieved by eating and living.

Although the food they received was better than ordinary people, it was still not enough for the monks.

After all, the monks have far more physical bodies than ordinary humans, and their consumption far exceeds ordinary humans. Theoretically, they either have a lot of meat supplements every day, or they can eat extraordinary foods, such as human food.

After leaving the army and leaving Dao School, it is almost impossible for them to get any extraordinary food.

So what they will face is the gradual thinness and weakness of the body.

The physical weakness brings mental weakness, especially the accustomed to the extremely powerful, extremely sensitive, almost disease-free, and energetic body of the past. Now I have to watch my own body getting worse and worse, the five senses are getting worse. The slower it becomes, the more severe the blow to the soul.

In addition, it is distorted.

It is naturally more difficult for the physical weakness and spiritual depression to fight distortions because of self-cultivation.

Almost every month, news of veterans being killed after being distorted is heard.

Naturally, when ordinary people see these veterans, their eyes are full of fear, fear, alertness, and even discrimination.

Xiao Pei hates this situation, but can't help it.

What's worse is another situation.

Xiao Pei looked at a young man aside and asked, "Kong Yan, is there enough meat in the house recently? Are you thin again?"

Kong Jing, a talented monk who was at the same level as Zhou Bai.

Because Tianmo was in serious trouble at Dao School, he lost his arm and dropped out of school two months later.

Today, he looks very thin, pale, and haggard, compared to the spirited and glorious Kong Yan who used to be on the platform in the past. They are exactly two people.

Compared with monks who were wounded and retired on the battlefield, monks who were seriously injured and retired from school for various reasons are even worse.

Because they haven't even been on the battlefield, they haven't made any achievements, and their treatment is naturally far less than that of retired monks, but they have to face the same dilemma.

Kong Yan looked at Xiao Pei with admiration, the woman in front of him, and pulled him when he was most depressed, desperate, and darkest, otherwise he might have been killed by distortion.

Kong Yan shook his head: "I'm fine, I have eaten quite well recently. My body is gradually getting used to it. That is ... everyone is still more afraid of me ..." He smiled helplessly and said, touching his head, "No way, I sometimes worry about my distortion, so I have been living in the dormitory of the factory. I dare not go home. "