One Man’s Power

The international Gregorian calendar has entered the second ten days of May, and countries all over the world have sounded the countdown to the midsummer catastrophe, but there are more or less in terms of time.

first.

Depending on the time zone, there will be a slight difference in the number of days.

The world is divided into different time zones, from east to west according to the longitude, and a time zone is divided every 15 degrees of longitude.

There are a total of twenty-four time zones in the world, and the time difference between adjacent areas is one hour.

Usually a country or a region spans most time zones at the same time, taking care of administrative management and other aspects, and unifying the time of all regions in the country. For example, Huaguo has a vast territory, a large population, and beautiful mountains and rivers, spanning almost five time zones, and only the standard time of the East Eighth Time Zone shall prevail.

Secondly.

The countdown algorithm is different, some add today, and some also include June 1st.

But in any case, the point in time is the same.

It is estimated that the midsummer node will start at 0:00 am on June 1st, East District 1. If converted to Huaguo time in East District 8, that is 8:00 am.

...

Within the territory of China.

May 21st.

The countdown given by the extraordinary world: ten days.

Heiji division, Daohua Organization, and Wind Hunter sat in the dark office, their faces changing for a long time, and they couldn't help lighting a Changbaishan thin-stem cigarette.

What happened?

I haven't realized it yet, there are only ten days left at once?

The wind hunter is no longer obscene, his extraordinary body is curled up like a newborn baby at this time, only the misty face of a middle-aged man is surrounded by smoke.

time flies.

Old horse...

The grief in the heart of the wind hunter, who is now the peak consultant, slowly exhaled the smoke, his eyes seemed to be hidden in the smoke, and the exciting fluctuations came faintly, and he was getting closer and closer to the critical point of becoming a saint.

but.

Wind Hunter would rather not have this grief than hear the shocking news that his old friend Ma Lisan died suddenly in battle.

There were no casualties in the second disaster in Huaguo.

The third disaster in Huaguo came to the consultant code-named volunteer. Ma Lisan died in battle, and at the same time, two other consultants all died in battle. On the contrary, there were no casualties among the top transcendental beings, because with the valuable experience of the first disaster, it is useless for the top to participate in the disaster-level battlefield.

Boom, boom, the wind hunter knocked twice on the dark brown desk with a lot of scratches on the surface.

If only it was fake.

Fake news has never existed before. In addition to blocking warfare and monitoring, the Extraordinary World will also make some outrageous mistakes.

Reality doesn't need logic after all.

Unfortunately, the news has been confirmed. Ma Lisan died in battle yesterday, and his mutilated steel body will be transported back to Heiji Division today. The Wind Hunter plans to bury his old friend deep in the snow mountain according to Ma Lisan's last will.

Suddenly footsteps were heard.

He raised his head in an instant, and all the tears and red eye sockets disappeared, with a solemn look on his face.

outside the door.

The footsteps disappeared again.

Probably stayed outside the door deliberately...Zhu Guo allowed enough time to gently push open the dark wooden door of the consultant-level office.

She is rarely without makeup today.

Her face was a little haggard: The fourth disaster has begun.

So fast.

Wind Hunter frowned: Why didn't I receive the notification... Didn't the third time just end yesterday?

Although she has no makeup, she is also extremely beautiful. Zhu Guo is wearing a pair of light white stockings. She did not respond to the wind hunter, but glanced at the office thoughtfully. The sky blue curtains were drawn, completely covering her.

The interior is dimly lit, making it difficult to see clearly.

There seems to be dust flying, and there is a lot of dust.

Zhu Guo frowned, his eyes moved slightly, staring at the brown desk and the sitting posture of the wind hunter: 'This, it seems to be the sorrow of seven emotions. '

She said, Open the window to let in some air.

Zhu Guo waved her hand, opened the sky-blue curtains and double-layered windows, and the early summer sunlight from outside suddenly shone into the room.

immediately.

The office became extremely bright, which opened up the mood a lot, and the wind hunter subconsciously covered the glare with his palm.

The sun is too harsh today.

The wind hunter subconsciously said something.

The sun in late May is indeed very warm, and when it shines obliquely into the room, it creates an extraordinarily lazy and peaceful atmosphere.

light through the air,

light through the glass windows,

It landed on the window sill, on the floor, on the scratched brown desk, and also landed on Zhu Guo's slender legs on the sofa. She exuded a pure and ethereal elegance.

Zhu Guo rested his chin and lazily said: The fourth disaster happened in the Guangnan division. The saint Fang Nanxun arrived in time and is fighting fiercely.

Almost... nine times out of ten it's fine.

Hearing the word arrive in time, the wind hunter heaved a sigh of relief.

Last year, Fang Nanxun was still a peak consultant, and he ranked third in the nationwide consultant-level battle strength list.

This year, it was only May, and Fang Nanxun was already a saint. According to rumors, Fang Nanxun is about to reach the level of a peak saint: No wonder Tang Hong went abroad to take over Fang Nanxun's mission of becoming a saint and sit on the altar of God.

The wind hunter thinks he has no culture, so he doesn't know how to describe it.

About Tian Ji's horse race...

Both Tang Hong and Fang Nanxun can easily sit on the altar of God... But in the face of disaster, Fang Nanxun is relatively safer.

Tang Hong can also do it, but it's too risky. Against disaster-level gods, the fault tolerance rate is too low, and if he makes a mistake, he will fall into a disadvantage.

Tang Hong can't be expected to create miracles every time.

right.

Tang Hong's strength is uneven. Zhu Guo looked a little haggard, and she stayed up all night without sleep.

Insomnia is a trivial matter, the main thing is bad mood. But when talking about Tang Hong, Zhu Guo was in a daze, with a sincere smile inadvertently drawn on the corner of his mouth: Tang Hong was rated as the weakest saint in history, and then, within half a month, the official rewritten the evaluation and determined that Tang Hong belonged to In the middle of the ranks of the saints.

The seventh genius.

Tang Hong is about to rival the number one of the year.

Zhu Guo's tone was faint, happy for Tang Hong, but also a little lonely.

What saddens her is that... until now, she has not obtained the entry qualification to participate in this year's midsummer battle.

Only Pinnacle consultants are eligible to participate.

Ha ha.

Leaning on the edge of the desk, the wind hunter let out an embarrassing and self-satisfied laugh: Only a peak consultant like me can see the real gods. You are a woman, just rest quietly.

Zhu Guo sighed, a little helpless: I also want to witness the arrival of the real god with my own eyes. It is better to die in front of Him than to wait for the news.

heard the words.

The wind hunter got up, walked to the window, and saw the rising sun through the glass window.

He made a suggestion: You can apply a mask for care, and the battle of catastrophe will definitely be won in one hour.

alright.

The old horse is back... let's go down and pick him up.

Wind Hunter said softly, he turned his head and looked at Zhu Guo.

The sun shines on half of his face, the left side is bright, but the right side is dark, falling into shadows, as if there is a dividing line in the middle of the alternation of light and dark.

Walk.

Go down and pick him up together.

In the imperial capital division, the headquarters of the Yellow River Organization, Li Guanglei strode through the mercury tunnel made of double-layer tempered glass.

He entered the consultant level office.

Boom~

Li Guanglei knocked on the wooden door of Yu Ming's office, but there was no response: Consultant Yu?

I saw a door next to it open automatically.

Mo Xiusheng's voice came from inside: Yu Ming asked for leave this afternoon to go home, what can you do with her?

Ask for leave?

It is not easy to ask for leave at the consultant level.

Li Guanglei was puzzled, and looked up at the brand-new logo marked with the word Yu Ming. With the official confirmation of the release date of the extraordinary, many extraordinary people no longer hide their real names, and the little red bottle is also fully effective.

All superhumans who took the little red bottle sealed their divinity.

Even if it is famous, it has no influence. Several transcendent people have tried it.

Turning around while thinking, Li Guanglei walked to another office: Consultant Mo, I want to ask about the resources of the gods.

Since the beginning of the year, the exchange of one hundred extraordinary points for a bottle of standard fetish has become buy one get one free.

This promotion is only for extraordinary people.

And just yesterday, the original price was restored.

Li Guanglei is now the top leader of the imperial capital's blocking team, and the dozen or so extraordinary people under him are very distressed about this matter... Mo Xiusheng shook his head and laughed, the countdown to midsummer began, and the extraordinary world was preparing for the final stage.

If June 1st passes...

The second will be fully disclosed...

It is imperative to expand Chaofan's enrollment, and of course the divine resources must be used sparingly.

Mo Xiusheng tapped his forehead twice and said: The welfare period has passed, this matter is worth your coming here.

It just so happens that I also want to exchange for a high-level fetish, so I won't bother you. Li Guanglei smiled sarcastically and was about to leave.

Mo Xiusheng's office is about 50 square meters.

The interior decoration style is very different. Children's paintings are hung on the walls, pots of black flowers are placed on the corner flower stands, and the curtains become metal grids painted with strange patterns, which seems to be in a dark style.

etc.

Mo Xiusheng looked away from the documents in his hand, and landed on Li Guanglei: Recently, you seem to be under a lot of psychological pressure.

Li Guanglei: It's okay.

Mo Xiusheng took a deep look at him: Let's not compare with Tang Hongfang Nanxun, they are both monsters.

When he broke through to the consultant level, Fang Nanxun was still a top transcendent, and Tang Hong was still in high school.

Five years have passed.

Mo Xiusheng is still at the consultant level, and he will not change his old ways.

We must be rational, be objective, and face our own position correctly. Mo Xiusheng got up and said earnestly, and after chatting for a while, it would be fine if he simply idled. a cigarette.

The two swallowed clouds and smoke, their faces were comfortable, enjoying the rare peace.

further back.

Such days are numbered.

The mercury channel shone with subtle light.

The two of them bowed their heads and smoked stuffily. Li Guanglei raised his head and glanced at Mo Xiusheng.

Consultant Mo...

Li Guanglei rubbed out the cigarette with his fingers: Is there really going to be a big change after the midsummer? There has been no heavyweight person to come forward to confirm the God War may have a big change that has been circulated in the extraordinary world.

Mo Xiusheng shrugged: The Central Research Institute also said that this summer is just the beginning.

beginning?

Li Guanglei's face was dull, he couldn't believe it, and he left the Yellow River headquarters with doubts.

Mo Xiusheng stayed where he was, standing in the shadows, unable to see his specific face clearly: Even real gods are divided into three, six, and nine classes. What we are facing...maybe really is the beginning.

The other side.

Yu Ming, who broke through to a peak consultant, accompanied her daughter to the amusement park, and was also thinking about this matter. She had some bad premonitions.

In the sea of ​​clouds subdivision, a certain community, a high-end residential building.

Guo Bojun lay on the gold and silver two-color sofa, groping for the way to use the first belief to better combine willpower.

Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

Guo Bojun's first belief is self-improvement!

As a top extraordinary person, he officially joined the Sequence Sniper Team last month to assist in handling dangerous tasks.

If there is a regular level, I will go if I can.

He secretly thought: The first belief of self-improvement does not belong to the top-rank sequence, but it has a very obvious boosting effect on willpower. My words and deeds, in line with self-improvement, will continuously improve willpower.

Enter this way.

At the end of this year, there is a chance to hit the consultant level.

Pioneer transcendent, that is, consultant level. The former is the name of the extraordinary realm, the latter is the name of the responsibility, and most people are used to the latter.

Just thinking about it.

He heard the delicate sound of the lock turning.

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