The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 17 The Long Christmas Eve 2
  Now that he had made his decision, Zhu Mingyao did not hesitate any longer.

With a thought, the number in the point pool jumped from 428 to 128.

As he added 300 causal points to [Maoshan Miscellaneous Yang Talisman Sutra], the LV2 behind the skill immediately became LV3.

An indescribable voice reverberated in the sea of ​​consciousness in his mind. Thousands of light spots of various colors danced around, changing and combining with each other, gradually turning into three-dimensional glyphs with octagonal pendant lights, which were firmly imprinted on his mind. Deep down, it’s hard to forget.

Zhu Mingyao savored it silently for a moment, only to feel that it was five or six minutes easier to release a spell than before, and the process of forming the spell was also much smoother. There was no need to carefully mobilize the magic power to store the true talisman, he only needed to do it in his mind. It can be done with just a moment of concentration.

With a flick of his hand, a bit of white light turned into a ball of light the size of a fist, flying around the living room before gradually extinguishing.

Zhu Mingyao tried several more spells and found that small tricks such as the Flying Light Technique just now can be performed almost instantly, and even more complex spells can be performed much faster.

To borrow game terminology from the previous life, the difficulty of casting spells has been reduced, the spell list has been expanded, and the spell casting speed has been increased. Those methods that could only be performed by practicing alone and with various rituals in the past can now be easily used in actual combat. .

At this point, Zhu Mingyao's actual combat effectiveness has been improved by at least half!
  You must know that battles are constantly changing, and dangers often come between your elbows and armpits. Whether you can respond in time can sometimes be the difference between life and death.

No matter which system of spellcasters, the more types of spells they master, the better they can deal with various situations.

Zhu Mingyao was experimenting with the various techniques he had newly mastered, and for a moment he became childlike, like a child who bought a new toy.

I saw him doing a [Transportation Technique] on the left and a [Transformation Curse] on the right. He was having a great time. Various small objects in the living room were floating around, mixed with all kinds of light and shadow changes. It looked like a group of demons dancing wildly. How much.

"Damn it! Is it already this point?"

After playing for a while, he accidentally looked up and found that it was already the usual bedtime. Zhu Mingyao quickly tidied up the messy living room.

The old gentleman may come back tomorrow, and it's not good to just throw a bunch of things on the ground.

After finishing everything in a hurry, Zhu Mingyao walked up the stairs and entered his bedroom.

At this time, the rain outside the house was no longer as soft and weak as before. The fine raindrops the size of mung beans were swept by the evening wind at the end of December and hit the roof and the windows, making a crackling sound.

Zhu Mingyao came to the window and looked at the cold wind and rain outside, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

"It's a pity that the rain is so heavy that the festival fireworks planned by the city government cannot be set off."

He kicked off his slippers, got into his warm and soft bed, followed the Xuanmen sleeping technique, calmed his mind, relaxed his muscles, and soon fell asleep.

The wind and rain outside the window continued, and time passed slowly.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and just when the hour and minute hands gently crossed each other at 12 o'clock, Zhu Mingyao's heart throbbed violently, and he suddenly woke up from his sleep.

He rolled over and tried to get up from the bed. The strange thing was that his usually nimble hands and feet were extremely clumsy at this time, and seemed to be a bit unruly.

He "popped" and sat down on the edge of the bed. He felt that the real power in his body was surging up and down, like a sampan in a storm. The vibrations in his internal organs were all aching, and he couldn't help but feel like a dead fish. Open your mouth wide and try to breathe in the air.

After frowning and adjusting his breath for a while, the breath in Zhu Mingyao's body gradually returned to normal.

He put on his shoes, stood up and walked quickly to the window, pushed open the wet glass window, and looked to the northwest with his head and neck raised.

"An earthquake? No, no."

The young man put his left hand on his chest and closed his eyes carefully to feel. Another slight tremor struck. Zhu Mingyao's shoulders shook twice, and his eyes widened in shock. He finally confirmed that the tremor did not come from physical perception, but from his own spirituality.

It was like seeing the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance suddenly collapse, and millions of tons of ice and snow crashed down!

Or maybe a volcano erupts, spewing endless smoke into the sky!
  Although he knew he was at a safe distance, he was still horrified by the power of nature. He wanted to succumb to the humble instincts of individual living creatures, and crouched on the ground shivering.

No wonder I almost knelt down just now. The spiritual gap between the two sides was really too big.

"What exactly is that? Is the devil born? Or is it a god descending to earth?

It couldn't be Sun Dasheng who jumped out from under the Five Elements Mountain, right? "

Through the rain curtain, looking at the seemingly peaceful night scene and the flickering street lights in the distance, the young man made some ridiculous jokes and tried to calm down.

Fortunately, the unknown situation seemed to have no intention of continuing to develop. After a while, the spiritual shock stopped, and everything seemed to have returned to calm.

Of course, it may be that the young man's cultivation level is too low to sense anything across a long distance.

After waiting for a long time, just as Zhu Mingyao, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, was about to put on his clothes and climb up to the rooftop to take a closer look, a slight strange sound came to his ears with the wind. The young man was excited and listened.

The sound continued to expand in an instant, and the direction seemed to be heading towards him.

The sound approached quickly, but after a few breaths, it reached the roof of my house. The voice became clearer and clearer, with a few classic Chinese curses mixed in!
  "What a familiar voice..."

Before Zhu Mingyao could distinguish clearly which acquaintance was above his head, he heard a "click!" and the window of the living room on the third floor was smashed!

Two figures, one behind the other, shot into the room like arrows from a string. After a brief contact, they both shook together. They both bounced away, each standing in a corner, facing each other at a distance.

The young man who rushed into the living room saw exactly this scene at this moment.

A handsome young man wearing a brown jacket and short short hair pointed at a figure opposite him wearing a black combat uniform and a full military mask, shouting loudly.

"Are you stupid? Asshole! This is my brother's house! Look, I asked him to come and chop you!"

"Bai Ziyuan, you are the asshole!"

Zhu Mingyao, who saw the situation clearly, was furious and started yelling at the young man.

"You bastard, you actually drove the enemy to my house!"

The young man spread his hands in embarrassment, rolled his eyes as dark as stars, and said with a smile on his face:
  "There's nothing I can do, it's hard to deal with. In order to get rid of me, he killed six or seven innocent citizens along the way! It just so happens that your family is nearby..."

Zhu Mingyao narrowed his eyes when he heard this, waved his hand vigorously, and said in an angry tone:
  "What does that have to do with me? You can solve your troubles by yourself. The most I can do is report it to the official for you."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away quickly, as if he didn't want to stay for a moment longer.

This move seemed to break the balance of the situation. The figure of the man in black on the opposite side instantly disappeared, and then suddenly jumped out from the void behind the young man. With five fingers like hooks, he grabbed the back of his head!
  The next moment, Zhu Mingyao, as if he was a prophet, made a big stoop to avoid the surprise attack.

Then his arm shook, he grabbed a mahogany canopy ruler that slipped out of the sleeve of his cotton pajamas, and stabbed the enemy in the heart hard!

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