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The little girl was suspended in mid-air, holding her body up with telekinesis, without touching the ground at all, and there was no sound of footsteps.

I just looked at the monk sitting in the corner sleeping with his vajra in his arms.

"I am ashamed of myself," the monk's murmur in his dream reached the little girl's ears. The little girl blinked, just confused.

But even if the monk was awake, she would not ask, let alone the monk who had fallen into a deep sleep.

Stretching out Bai Shengsheng's little hand, a burst of steam rose from the monk's body.

The downpour not only wetted the little girl, but also the monk.

The original Buddha's power only had the effect of spiritual influence, but the monk's Buddha's power had obviously undergone unknown changes. If nothing else, it was absolutely no problem to block the rain.

From the day he rebelled against the monastery, the monk resisted using the Buddha's power for himself. Not only did he no longer use the most orthodox method of using it, but he also only used the method of protecting himself when he first saw Yan Ding. Because of the black magic fire.

So his clothes got wet and he got wet. Fortunately, he always slept here, so he didn't have to worry about getting the bed wet.

The little girl's clothes have dried, which is naturally the effect of her telekinesis. Through telekinesis, it gives disordered kinetic energy to the basic particles of matter, that is, internal energy to heat the matter.

While drying the monk's clothes, it also brought him a touch of warmth, which was a response to the cup of uneaten ginger soup.

But this move was actually unnecessary. The monk was strong and never got sick. During the war in Antarctica, the monk was almost naked and was never bothered by the low temperature.

Moreover, the monk was deeply trapped in a dream at this time, and this matter was exactly his inner demon, and all he retained was his sense of danger.

The little girl's behavior was destined not to be known to the monk.

Yan Ding lay undressed on the bed, thoughts racing in his mind.

Although there was nothing wrong with what the monk said today, in fact it was still a little too complacent.

There are many people who claim to have a clear life, but very few people actually live up to it.

It just so happens that Yan Ding is not that phoenix-feathered water chestnut.

All he can do is stick to that bottom line and prevent himself from actively creating debts.

But as long as he communicates with others, there will inevitably be unexpected places, and these places that are out of his control will become the source of his debt.

Yan Ding turned over and sat up, and took out a gun from the space ring. No, it should be two guns.

It is not a thermal firearm, but a long weapon in the cold weapon era, a gun.

I vaguely remember my expression of excitement when I forged this gun out of various cutting-edge materials.

Let out bold words:

"Who dares to claim superior force at the point of the spear?"

Even if he is young, frivolous and arrogant, he will inevitably hit his head and bleed.

Thinking about how the lean old man rolled his eyes when he said this, Yan Ding raised another smile on his lips.

It was obviously just a transaction, so why did the old man teach him as his apprentice?

I am also stupid. I am obviously following the path of Master Fa, but I still want to play close combat.

The dragon-penetrating spear that was originally forged was broken into two pieces in the middle, mocking his original naivety.

But if the gun is broken, you can shoot it again, but the person is gone, so why are you looking for it again?

Although the lean old man wanted to hit him from time to time, he was not stupid. How could he not know the meaning behind those seemingly mean words?

Fortunately, the old man was not a team member of the main god space, and he also stopped his teammates' plan to pull people.

Otherwise, how could he be carefree and frivolous?

It’s just that we may never go back, and the story behind this dragon-piercing shot can only become a memory.

I talked about the slightly rough gun barrel that had been processed for a while, then suddenly put the gun away, jumped out of the window, and went up to the roof, ignoring the heavy rain that was pouring down.

He stretched his body and started a set of punches.

People can't see each other anymore. The name of "Fighting with Unparalleled Strength" must be re-established here, so that he can live up to the six months of teaching.

Within the rain curtain, bangs and explosions were heard, and bursts of air waves opened up a space in the rain curtain, forming a three-foot-wide area.

Close at hand, the enemy's country is full of people.

This set of boxing techniques that shines brightly in the hands of ordinary people is still used by Yan Ding's majestic strength, but it still retains its prestige.

It is known as the most powerful Baji Quan in the country, with punches in all directions and four extremes.

In the black castle, the man in a suit who had just walked away from the medical center in a panic now appeared in the castle with a beast-like appearance.

The bones modified by Yan Ding are strong enough to withstand large-caliber rifle bullets, and the speed brought by this majestic strength is enough to make even the most accurate sharpshooter unable to capture its trajectory. These all give her the ability to fight head-on against a small army. The power of tactical troops, you must know that this is the highest type of armed forces common in modern society.

As long as you don't have a hard-headed attitude, you can basically be as wild as you want.

Of course, in the face of a large-scale encirclement and suppression, he is still somewhat powerless, but if he takes things to that extent, he can only be blamed for overestimating his capabilities.

But one who has this kind of power. Facing the man who was questioning him, the man knelt on the ground, trembling with fear and not even daring to move.

Even with this kind of power, he couldn't even think of resisting at all.

But if Yan Ding can clearly tell the difference here, in fact, the strength of the man in the suit can easily beat this person, so it is obviously not a problem of power gap.

"You should have brought what I want and let me take a look."

The man in the suit was very obedient, without any hesitation. A glistening green light lit up on his palm, but this green light seemed to be stained with a trace of blood, making it a little turbid. He took the only surviving top hat on the suit in his hand, which was glistening green. The lines spread over it, outlining the connections, and finally forming a whole.

The overall pattern brightened and then dimmed slightly, but there was still a slight glow coming out.

The person who just spoke took out a beautifully decorated pistol from his arms, decorated with various patterns and carvings. It was more of a collection than a weapon.

A gunshot rang out, hitting the man kneeling on the ground holding the courtesy in front of his chest.

There was a muffled bang and the sound of brass bullets clanging to the ground. The man kneeling on the ground was not shot in the chest, and his courtesy was still as smooth as new.

The man finally turned his face to the hero on the ground and said:

"Is this that kind of thing called magic? I heard that this kind of thing requires vitality to transform, right?"

The man on the ground didn't answer, but just nodded.

Big beads of sweat rolled down his face, and the pain in his body that was like lava flowing made him speechless, but he couldn't bear the consequences of losing his composure in front of his master. You can only pretend to be dumb first.

“Let that bastard try it out first and learn this thing.

Life force is what we lack most.

And it doesn’t have to be our own. "The man raised his head, and under the moonlight, he revealed a handsome and enchanting face. His mouth was slightly open to reveal a charming smile, and his long fangs were licked by a scarlet tongue.

He never worries about betrayal by his subordinates, unless they can resist this instinct engraved in their genes, but looking at the state of the person under his feet, this magic circuit will not affect his suppression of his subordinates. This is simply tailor-made for their race. Made to order stuff.