MTL - From the Power of Space To the Heavens-Chapter 89 88. More wonderful wishes

  Chapter 89 88. More wonderful wishes

  Use the calmest voice and speak the most arrogant words.

   And believe in it.

   Such a person is either a lunatic caught in his own fantasy, or

   A genius who will definitely stand on top of the peak if he doesn't die young!

  A complex thought flashed in his heart, Xue Qinghe looked at the energetic young man beside him, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable regret.

   Has the time and effort she put in in Tiandou really paid off?

   No one does not want to be high-spirited and admired by everyone.

   She does too.

  Different from the ignorant young man in front of her, if she wants to achieve the high-spirited appearance of the other party, she doesn't need to make any preparations.

  Because of her talent and her background, she can easily overwhelm all her peers.

  Including the saint Hu Liena that the woman intends to set up in the current Wuhun Hall!

  Unfortunately, she chose the most difficult path.

   And cut himself off.

  Just trying to prove myself.

   Prove yourself to that woman!

  Chen Xin closed her eyes slightly, turned her body sideways, and fell into silence.

   Talking to a fool is an insult to him.

   And continuing to argue with an idiot only proves that he is also an idiot.

  If not for Prince Tiandou in person

never mind

  Sighing softly, Chen Xin gave up the idea of ​​doing it.

   It's not that he's relenting.

  Which titled Douluo didn't crawl out of the blood?

   Soft hands?

nonexistent.

  He just considered that the impact of doing so would not be good.

  In order to prevent "Shu Da Zhao Feng" from being suppressed by Wuhundian, to a certain extent, he tried not to do anything if he could.

  Gu Rong also stood on the same front with the old buddy.

   Take disciples.

  He waited all these years and didn't mind waiting any longer.

   What's more, it is enough to take this opportunity to see clearly the heart of this young man.

  Talent is talent, character is character.

  Talent determines how far a soul master can go, and character determines the probability of a soul master dying.

  Look at the arrogance and arrogance of this kid in front of him

  Gu Rong shook his head in his heart, expressing that he didn't like the kid in front of him.

   After pondering for a long time, Ning Fengzhi smiled and said:

   "Okay! Everyone has their own aspirations. Although our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School welcomes talents from all over the world, we never insist!"

   "I hope that one day, I can see my little friend standing on the top of the mountain!"

   "Borrowing the auspicious words of Sect Master Ning."

   Quickly drank the cup of tea in his hand, put his backhand on the tray, got up, and the carriage stopped automatically; he got off the carriage with a blank expression, and stood outside the carriage, Lu Yuan bowed his hands politely.

  The three white horses dared to run forward.

Turning sideways, to make way for the carriage behind, the young man grabbed the Taixu bone gun and put it on his shoulder with a blank expression, then hung his shoulder bag on it; he returned to the original outfit that hung Lang Dang. look.

  The dust that hits the face is automatically blocked by the space barrier.

  “Every time I’m in a good mood, something happens that makes me feel bad”

   Sighing lightly, Lu Yuan felt a little speechless from the bottom of his heart.

  He didn't invite anyone or provoke anyone. He was stopped suddenly while walking on the road, and then he received an invitation from the other party. After a simple test, he was rejected when he heard the refusal.

   It can be said that they come when they are called and go away when they are waved.

   Fortunately, he reacted quickly. He finished drinking the tea first and put it on the plate. He said "seeing off the guests" in an anti-customer manner, which is considered to have retained his few dignity.

  Although it is not clear whether there is such a subtext in this world, Lu Yuan thinks there is

that's enough.

  Why should you care what other people think about what you do?

  The right and wrong of the past events are nothing more than concepts he has attached to himself.

  In this weird world, as long as he is strong enough, how many people would dare to refute even if he said something like "it's not me, but this world"?

  Of course, this is just his current superficial opinion.

  It's like the shallow opinion he thought he was right six years ago.

  Lu Yuan dare not say that his views are very mature this time.

  He only hoped that this time he wouldn't go astray again like six years ago.

   Right and wrong are momentary.

   But good and evil exist forever.

  The original goodness has been corrupted by evil, but evil cannot be eradicated. It can only be fused with better goodness and suppressed.

so.

   "They should be glad they didn't meet the me I was three months ago."

  Whispering to himself for a moment, the boy suddenly laughed.

   It's not the kind of hysterical maniac laughter; it's the kind of laughter that is inadvertently caused by encountering a very interesting thing.

  Take out a small notebook from the small world, pull off the pen cap, and Lu Yuan left a line of crooked handwriting on the notebook.

   Occasionally whim, always write it down to avoid future forgetting, isn't it?

   "One, I hope to drink and sing, and see all the beautiful scenery in this world."

  "Second, I hope to raise a group of cute, lively and clever little animals."

   Silently glanced at the shoulder bag hanging on the gun point behind him, Lu Yuan moved slightly, leaving the word "completed" behind this wish.

  Too lively is not good either.

   Fortunately, Wade and his wife can manage it.

   "Third, I hope to taste all kinds of food with different flavors in the world."

   "Fourth, I hope to talk about a sweet love."

  "Five, I hope that I can live happily every day, and I won't meet some stupid human beings."

   There was a messy sound of horseshoes, and the tip of the pen paused slightly, leaving a black spot on the paper.

  A rider came galloping and stopped not far from Lu Yuan.

   "Excuse me, is this Mr. Liu Yuan?"

   "I am. What's the matter?"

  The rider turned over and got off the horse, and then reined in the steed with weak legs and feet, trying to pull the steed over.

   As everyone knows, in the eyes of this steed, this is no different from sending him to death.

   Therefore, one person and one horse started an awkward tug-of-war.

   After waiting for a while, Lu Yuan silently turned his pen and stopped the farce.

   "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

   "As entrusted by His Royal Highness, I learned that my husband has no mount, so I asked the villain to bring a fine horse and send him to use as a substitute for transportation."

   "I see, thanks."

  The rider nodded, and then grabbed the reins of the steed beside him, trying to pull the horse over.

   "Okay. Put it there, don't drag it"

  Seeing the rider was impatient and ready to use his martial soul, Lu Yuan stopped the opponent with a dumbfounded cry, and walked forward, the horse knelt down meekly.

   After bowing to Lu Yuan in embarrassment, the rider simply got on his horse and chased after the convoy without looking back.

   Liumen controls the horse.

   What a shame.

  Two silver lights flashed, and the steed shook its head cheerfully, then was lifted up with the support of its soul power.

   “I don’t really like kneeling, including animal kneeling.”

   Conveniently stuffing the fallen bridle into the small world, Lu Yuan grabbed the notebook, stepped on the saddle, and climbed onto the horse's back in a slightly embarrassed posture.

  Riding a horse for the first time in my life.

   Wonderful feeling.

   Moreover, this horse is also very docile, matching his every move very much.

   made him very satisfied.

   Therefore, after giving Qian Renxue a five-star praise from the air, Lu Yuan added another line to the first wish:

  1. I hope to "control the horse" to drink and sing, and to see all the beautiful scenery in this world.

   That's right!

   Wishes can be supplemented and modified!

   This is a wonderful feature added by Lu Yuan to the small notebook in his hand!

   It's like his weird personality here talking nonsense and making up random things~

  It's very strange.

   Then, the tip of the pen paused slightly, leaving the last two lines of writing on the small book.

  6. Hope that the tragedy will never happen again.

  7. I hope to return to my hometown after death.

   Pseudonym origin.

   Lu (lu) → Lu (liu) → Liu

   Yuan (yuan) → Yuanyuan (referring to the protagonist’s incident for a reason) → Garden (yuan)

   Since Qian Renxue introduced herself with a pseudonym, Lu Yuan also used a pseudonym to go back to the past.

  (end of this chapter)