Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

"Welcome, I wonder how your trial is going?"

……

In the seemingly eternal darkness, waves surged above the deep blue sea.

The only dots of starlight above the head are dots of projection from the distant continent, and the light dots fluctuate with the tide, flickering and flickering.

Two smoking men stood on the deck of a battleship, holding binoculars nervously and staring into the distance, accompanied by the roar of sirens.

In an extremely distant place, someone raised his hand and shot a signal-emitting lighting projectile into the sky.

Thus, in the rising blazing light, the sharp outlines belonging to the continent were outlined from the dark depths, revealing a majestic and huge coastline.

Like the corner of a giant dragon sleeping on the ground.

"That's Huaxia?"

The younger man stubbed out the cigarette and couldn't help but sigh

"It's so big!"

"Yes!"

The older middle-aged man still held up his binoculars, staring at the huge coastline illuminated by the flares, and the sticky shadow that was approaching extremely fast under the reflection of the sea surface.

It seems that because it moved too fast, it left its own shadow behind.

That huge black shadow was wriggling all the time, flying tightly to the top of the endless sea, one after another tentacles emitting black smoke stretched out, tightly entangled on the illusory dragon vein reflection.

It's a pity that the tentacles are too slender, and the connection between the two is too weak.That huge shadow was still unable to leave the leylines and climbed to the edge of Huaxia.

Instead, as if being dragged, he twitched with difficulty in the reflection of dreams and reality, and the stench smelt everywhere he passed.

"Target Confirmation"

The middle-aged man put down the binoculars and took a deep breath, as if he could suppress the panic in his heart.

"Tell the higher-ups that the Demon King is coming!"

He says

"—[Winning Crown] can begin!"

……

ヾ(*O?O*)

Chapter 440 Direction

Qin Tian stood at the entrance of the "palace". What he saw in front of him was nothing more than an ordinary configuration. Beside him was a shelf with some daily necessities on it, and on the right was a coffee table and a small sofa.

Next to the counter in front of him was an ordinary-looking small wooden box, and next to the wooden box was a small storage box labeled "Miscellaneous". Randomly stacked positions.

Compared with that night, the flower shop I saw during the day is another scene, which is consistent with the investigation of the Lord of Kunlun...

If it was him in the past, I'm afraid he would never have imagined the day when he would take the initiative to come here again. Even if it has been confirmed that the existence here is not the so-called demon god, he knows very well that the person in front of him is probably more Demon gods are several times more terrifying.

He may have had some purpose, but that doesn't matter anymore.

As it was said at the beginning, "He can see the direction of all futures"

As if he had seen through his thoughts, the shopkeeper who looked like a young man behind the counter said with a smile

"Long time no see, how is your trial going?"

Qin Tian carefully sat down on the sofa under the signal of the other party. Hearing this, he couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face.

"Thanks to Your Excellency, the trial went smoothly."

"Really? That's fine"

Lin Xuan stood up habitually, walked to the water dispenser and took a glass of water

"Want to drink water?"

"No need, thank you for your kindness, I am not thirsty..."

Hearing that he was going to pour water for himself, he immediately shook his head like a rattle.

If he said it himself, with his character, maybe he wouldn't mind making things a little more interesting, right?

He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile

I have been used to fighting and killing for a long time, and I am used to traveling. I thought I had seen through the world long ago, but when I looked back, I couldn't even understand myself...

"..."

Qin Tian was silent for a long time.

Lin Xuan noticed the change in his expression, and stopped talking, just looked at him curiously.

Although the final closing performance was delayed, just like my own 3km delay, this kind of thing may not bring much relief, but will increase stress and anxiety.After all, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain...

And teenagers at this age are the most likely to have doubts about themselves. The more they experience, the more they think.

The performance I saw in the director's group that day also clearly felt his hesitation and bewilderment, like a hard-earned horse that was suddenly thrown into the arena. Even though he has extraordinary ability, he doesn't know the direction and goal.

Although she didn't understand what the young boy in front of her was hesitating about, but as an approachable flower shop owner and a senior in the drama club, she just smiled and didn't say much.

No matter what it is, only what you get by yourself is the most meaningful, isn't it?

The important thing is that after this wave is over, I may be able to gain a loyal customer.

Lin Xuan became more and more happy when he thought that his flower shop business could take a big step forward.

"Is such that……"

Qin Tian thought for a while, and asked

"In Your Excellency's opinion, what kind of life is the life of a fairy?"

Seemingly feeling that what he said was inappropriate, the young man added another sentence

"What kind of life is the life of a normal immortal?"

"That's it, I understand..."

I thought that the other party dressed up like this was just a simple second grader, but now that he knew that he was an actor in the drama club, Lin Xuan also suddenly understood.

Similar to music writers and novel writers, they all need a variety of inspirations to support them, and the same is true for an actor.

Rather, compared to the other two professions, actors have more demanding needs for inspiration and performance feeling. They not only need to put themselves into the emotions of the characters in the performance, but also take care of the audience's reactions and feelings, and coordinate the body's movements. Actions better show emotions and other aspects.

When I first joined the drama club, in order to embody the emotions of a character, Lin Xuan would often learn about or personally experience the character’s experience, and when he lacked inspiration, he would write novels, do yoga, or wear Cosplay clothes to participate in some comic exhibitions to find the feeling of acting.

Often the breakthrough point of a role substitution and performance may not be fully displayed in the events related to it, it may be right after a certain question is answered, or it may be just a momentary thought, an unexpected answer, And the feeling is hidden in that.

The drama performance of this college joint sports meeting is not big, but it is not small. For a junior high school student, it is enough to cause a certain amount of pressure.

But if you don't intend to develop into a professional actor in the future, I'm afraid you won't be so troubled by this matter, right?

After Lin Xuan thought for a long time, he nodded seriously, understanding the confusion of the young man in front of him, so he smiled

"Then what do you think of 'Immortal'?"

"Ok?"

"Do you think the so-called transcendent power is a good thing?"

Looking at the dazed young man in front of him, Lin Xuan put down the water glass in his hand and asked

"It does bring power, but it also brings danger, doesn't it? How do you see the detachment of the ego?"

"To be honest, I never thought about..."

Qin Tian shook his head in embarrassment. In one night, he suddenly fell from a high-ranking prince to a prodigal dog. He was hunted down by countless mortal enemies. The prosperity of the world declined, the royal family disappeared, and people around him died one by one...

Even after a hundred years, looking back at dusk, it seems like yesterday.Shenji Cave, Tianshan Martial Arts, Heavenly Dao Yin, Outer Territories... Is the so-called ultimate martial arts really what I pursue?

He sighed, looking at the clear and deep eyes of the flower shop owner in front of him, perhaps, from the beginning, his so-called "goal" was so illusory, just looking for a motivation, a reason...

"But I think this may be a turning point in my life, and it belongs to good luck."

"Lucky? Many people have this idea, and some people may regard it as a curse."

The florist nodded slightly

"However, in my opinion, the so-called detachment is not that the people of destiny are endowed with power, but that the power chooses them."

"how do I say this?"

"This is a talent, a talent that can make up for the lack, and empower you to turn your ideals into reality!"

Many people often feel that the reason why they have been able to get to this point, to be in this position, and to gain the trust of these people is all because of luck, and because of luck, they are endowed with these things.

But as the saying goes, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. After discovering that they have achieved enough pride, they will be confused and doubt themselves, but this is only a necessary stage in life.

Only after it has been washed will the gold really shine.

People will always start to recognize themselves at some inadvertent point of time. It is not the right time or the right place. It is enough to get a correct answer.

The florist played with the jade seal on the table and smiled slightly

"Would you like to hear me tell a story?"

……

＼(*T▽T*)／

Chapter 440 The Second So-Called Transcendence

At [-]:[-] p.m. China time, the sea on the southeast coast of China was calm, and a strange silence enveloped everything.

And in faraway New York, the highly guarded supernatural secular management department, after arriving at the [-]th floor of the basement, passed the double authentication of the identity code, and transferred to a special elevator. After an original comparison, the old elevator carried passengers Sink again.

Straight down, down again.

Codename Hades·L3

The iron grille at the elevator entrance slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in a black suit walked out, hearing the sound of Peking Opera on the old radio.

There was still a donkey meat on the long table at the door, but there was no one in the front seat.

Until the deep sound of the toilet flushing sounded, a middle-aged man with a shabby official uniform and a big belly came out from inside, shook his hands, and sat down on the seat

"Apply?"

He flipped through the documents submitted by the other party, compared the signatures on it, took out a register and handed it over, signed it, and finally picked up a pen to make a mark, opened the drawer, took out a bunch of keys, got up and said

"Come with me!"

The door to the warehouse was opened, and there was no smell of dust in the air, and the ventilation system had been maintained in good condition, without any musty smell.

Pure, without any flavor.

Can't hear anything either.

Only the sound of leather boots on the floor gradually drifted away.

Until the end, he stopped in front of a wooden table, and the guard checked the number on the sign

"Containment - 034b, this is it."

he turned around and asked

"Do you need to use it here or take it away?"

White collar in a black suit answers

"Don't take it away."

"Ok"

supervisor asks

"Need my help?"

"need"

"Row"

The middle-aged man with a big belly stretched out his hand and tore off the black curtain above, revealing the dark book suspended in mid-air below—about the size of the heads of two adults, fixed in twelve tracks.In addition to the common various scales, there are circles of black and white outlines.

Next to the small incomplete book, there is a small inkstone and an ink stick.