In the nothingness, the original lines have collapsed, and the whole mind is full of disordered lines, like a hurricane blowing through a mess.
Zhang Fanfan thought his situation was very bad, but he never thought it would be so bad.
The injury on the body surface is better, but the ability brought by meditation is gone.
He tried to find the end of the thread in the mess, but every time he drew out a thread, the thread began to collapse as if it had no foundation. If it went on like this, let alone sketching out the previous appearance, even meditation would become a joke.
"Hoo..."
Zhang ordinary opened his eyes and vomited a mouthful of turbid Qi. His brows were full of sorrow.
When narong saw that he woke up with a heavy heart, he went up and took a cup of warm water and said:
"Brother Zhang, what's the matter?"
"My... Ability seems to be gone."
Nairong is not an outsider. Zhang Pingfan has no taboo and says directly.
"No? What do you mean, you can't feel your blood? "
"Almost. Now I can't use all my abilities except my strength is a little bigger than ordinary people. I can't even spread my wings."
"Ah? It's so serious. " Nairong is surprised. What's the difference between this and the total abolition of martial arts of the people in the Jianghu? This is equivalent to Zhang ordinary becoming a human again.
He would have been very happy half a year ago, but now he has been involved in the alien world. If those enemies knew that he had lost all his abilities, they would catch him on the spot.
In the face of this problem, nairong can not give a constructive opinion. After all, she is also a little white in the aspect of blood cultivation.
Zhang ordinary just expressed his resentment in his heart. He knew that it was still up to him.
He is different from other people. He is one of the branches of chaos. When chaos gradually awakens, his ability is gradually enhanced. It seems that he is gasification all the sources in the intelligence station, which leads to his strength retrogression and return to the original starting point.
In this way, don't you have to go back to Kyoto on the 18th, just like a child going back to his mother's body to rebuild.
Can rely on their current state can not go back, not to say, just this strength is afraid of landing will be killed by other people as fat sheep.
No, I can't panic. There must be a solution, but I didn't think of it.
Zhang ordinary comforted himself in his heart. The more time he was like this, the less chaotic he was. Otherwise, no one could help him.
He began to think back to what he looked like at the beginning. At that time, he only had dynamic vision and had no blood at all. Now it seems that it is the quality of chaos that gives us this ability.
It's not so much to have, as to say that every use is a temporary ability generated by implying oneself in the heart.
If the alien world is compared to a book, then each alien represents a piece of paper, the content on it is destined to be born, and how much you can describe depends on the ability of the day after tomorrow.
Chaos can be equivalent to a piece of white paper, on which you can write any plan. As long as the plan is reasonable, you can even write the whole content of the book.
If you don't understand the premise of this situation, you use a kind of indelible handwriting, that is, meditation to write on white paper. Although you have made rapid progress, reaching a level that others may not be able to achieve in their lifetime, in a sense, it limits your own development. The pages of the book are full, but it is difficult to write other contents, This is also why I have a sense of detachment when I forcibly imitate the power of the field. That's because I've filled the last gap.
The act of dispersing the source gas is equivalent to confusing these handwriting and strokes, making them unable to become independent content, which also represents the loss of their ability.
Because the original complete content has been typed into a pile of messy code, it is more difficult to reorganize.
In that case... It's better to go back to white paper and start from scratch.
Zhang ordinary thought while his eyes began to shine, he felt that he had found the right way.
It's like a road. In front of it is Kangzhuang Avenue, but he walked into the small path. Although he took the shortcut, his destination was determined. Now the end is destroyed. The only thing he can do and the best choice is to return to the starting point and step into Kangzhuang Avenue.
Although this choice is simple, it needs great courage.
Not everyone has the courage to gamble a brighter road with A-level strength.
The most important thing is that all this is just Zhang's ordinary conjecture. He doesn't know what the truth is. Maybe when he disperses the lines in his mind, he will really become an ordinary person.
In narong's eyes, brother Zhang's expression changed from sadness at first to surprise, and then to hesitation, as if there was something hard to choose.
She suddenly felt useless, no matter when there is no way to help others, looking at her hand that has cooled the water cup, she suddenly made up her mind.
Zhang ordinary didn't notice that nairong left the ward silently. Before he left, he put the water cup at the head of his bed, and the last wisp of heat was also scattered in the air.
"Done!"
Zhang Pingfan finally made up his mind! This time, he can't avoid and retreat. It's better to gamble than to be ignorant. If he loses, he will become an ordinary man. If he wins, he will be a unique chaos in the world!
For hansu, for my sister, for myself!
He, there is no way out!
When he came back again, it was dark and the room was empty.
"Why? What about Rong Rong? "
Forget it, it's OK, so they don't worry about me. Zhang Fanfan thinks that he should fight against this kind of thing. In the dark room, Zhang Fanfan once again enters deep meditation. This time, what he wants to do is not to reorganize, but to pull away all the lines in his mind and return to the initial nothingness!
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"What? Do you want me to teach you blood cultivation? " Han Su stares at nairong, and the latter nods firmly: "sister Han Su, I can't be your burden any more. All the hardships along the way are resisted by elder brother Zhang alone. All I can do is to help him wipe the wound in the rear, serve tea and pour water. Although I don't mind these, I'm afraid that one day there will be such a strong enemy, I don't even have the qualification to block a knife for you. "
"Brother Zhang said he couldn't teach me, but sister hansu, you can, can you take me as an apprentice and tell me how to run my blood and become a real stranger."
Hansu didn't expect that there were so many heavy thoughts under the soft and weak appearance of narong. The sentence "the qualification to block the sword for you" deeply touched hansu's heart. She finally understood why ordinary people chose narong to accompany her in the vast crowd. Besides her heart, she also had this perseverance.
Speaking of this, even if hansu didn't think that she would be the one to block the knife, she had no reason to refuse.
It's good for her future if narong can become stronger.
"Well, I promise you." Hansu is a new teacher. To tell you the truth, she is still a little nervous.
Nairong was overjoyed. She was about to kneel down to worship her teacher. She was so scared that hansu stopped her in a hurry: "OK, don't kneel down. You and I are sisters. I hope you can be better in the future. You'd better call me hansu sister. Don't call me teacher or master. I'm not that old."
"Good cold crisp sister ~"
"Well, you're good. First tell me your race attribute and some problems you encounter. Finally, let me have a look at your blood."
"Good!" Nairong outstretched his arm without warning. One dares to learn and the other dares to shout.
Who would have thought that the night queen of the alien world in the future should have so hastily started her own way of practice.
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