The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 950 Antony Duggan's Bong

What do you want, Tenise?

In the dark world, Tenise quietly listened to her inner voice.

She could imagine the scene of those evil spirits lingering around her, but when she opened her eyes, she could only see darkness...

So silent, pure darkness, nothing else.

Ordinary human beings will always feel a certain kind of desperation in such lonely darkness.

But not Tenise, she looked so relaxed in the sheer darkness...

There are no restraints, and there are no hostile and hateful eyes, this is her world...

Tenise, you will destroy everything...

But at this moment, her friend's worried words came to her ears.

That used to be her best girlfriend, but Tenise buried her personally—that innocent girl who moved even Tenise a little, failed to become the angel she longed for in the end.

This is a terrible world: people are driven by desire, they are fearless, and they have no bottom line.

But on the other hand, it presents a falsity that makes Tenise vomit:

Under those resplendent temples, among those gentle hymns, the world seems to have become gentle.

But false is false after all!

Tenise turned her head, and she seemed to see the sad eyes of her friend in the darkness.

And in an instant, the picture full of some kind of nostalgia disappeared.

A dangerous and crazy atmosphere began to permeate the air:

It's time for me to kill you, just like your mother with crazy blood...

Tenise looked at the hideous face emerging from the darkness, without any look of fear on her face.

That was her father, and he was also the one who brought her completely into purgatory...

Tenise's eyes were like a heavy mill, it crushed that ferocious face little by little!

After that, howls full of hatred came from the abyss one by one:

No! Tenise! You have no escape!

Delusion to destroy the world? Ha, madman, come to hell!

We're waiting for you down there, Tenise!

My dear apprentice, the venom you poured into the potion bottle is a bit viscous, you can give yourself better...

Come on! Honey, we'll meet in hell!

Tenise ignored the cries that kept pounding her soul, she just sat there silently.

Even with those wailing sounds, some strange smiles began to appear on her face.

Lonely?

No, there are too many who can accompany you in the dark...

Let everything meet its final judgment!

Tenise pulled out a parchment book filled with some evil spells from the darkness, and some kind of spell endowed with destruction was flashing dangerous and crazy fluorescent lights on it...

The end of the world...the destroyer of planes...with that mad doom...with that fallen soul...

Arrival...and...destruction!!

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I'm a recorder, my name is Antony Duggan.

A lot of young guys don't really like me.

I can probably understand their thinking: everything is always full of flaws, but they want a perfect title that can fit and show all their strengths.

It's certainly a nice...sweet dream!

We have to know that some things are always involuntary.

Like this job I chose, in fact it's my dream not to work.

But thinking about other ways to prolong life is too cumbersome, and I have to continue working in this line of work.

Maybe someone else will take my place, but I hope that will be later.

After all, old things that want to stay alive always have something to take care of.

As I said before, I don't really like this position very much:

Those energetic young people always like to rush across the planes, which makes my old man who dreams of being destroyed in a certain plane a little tired.

And this time, I was sent to define a new young legend—a legendary monk?

In the endless void, the elk is pulling Antony Duggan's car forward...

Those evil, chaotic beings are naturally like moths attracted by light and fire, swarming to follow the elk that looks full of temptation.

But they still can't touch those delicious flesh and blood, as if there is some kind of invisible barrier between the elk and them.

Here's some fun with Antony Duggan:

Watching those chaotic creatures culling in vain is as pleasant as watching a donkey hoisted by a radish.

Let's take a look at the qualifications of this young legendary monk...

Antony Duggan opened the thick book, which recorded countless secrets.

But he doesn't like this thing, because picking it up means that you can't let go of it unless you die.

A book that is defined as knowing the mysteries of all living beings, what it bestows on the holder is actually some kind of disaster.

Starting on a plane of dead magic? A good legend begins...

I'm starting to like this young monk.

Antony Duggan tried to dig out a bong from his bag, he liked it - but the shredded tobacco made of chain magic was a bit too spicy.

He never liked to hear other voices about the target before making relevant decisions.

This is one of his greatest joys in this work: to sketch out a figure in the dark and absolutely unknown bit by bit.

It is an addictive thing to silently savor the unknown secret and legendary experience of a legend.

Of course, there may also be some dangers.

Especially for female legendary pros, they don't like this kind of peeping.

Epic-level bloodline ability?

This is not very interesting... Why would a plane of dead magic appear in this bloodline?

Special integrated network version? No, even so, the characteristics of the dead magic network plane will suppress the emergence of epic bloodlines...

It's starting to get interesting...

Antony Duggan flipped through the book that was coveted by countless creatures, and he wanted to give this young legendary monk a suitable legendary title.

This is a kind of qualification test, although there are many legends who say they don't care about it.

Excellent combat power displayed during the extraordinary period...

It's not unusual. An epic-level bloodline is enough for him to have the possibility of crushing in battles of the same level.

Let's take a look at the experience of his legendary road...

After a long time, Antony Duggan silently closed the book of mystery.

He looked at the flickering bong, and silently exhaled a mouthful of acrid smoke:

It's a story that's spicy enough, but it's a little fuzzy...

The birth of another plane destroyer? This is not very interesting...

I have been bumping on the mountain road for a day today, and I feel that I can't bear it anymore, so there is only one update today...

Due to work reasons in the past few days, the update may have been affected.

——From a bald head with a rounder head