According to legend, in the ancient tis, each demon race was born of the spirit that gathered the heavens and the earth. Even if it was divided into three or six grades because of different qualifications, it can still be extended by the practice of the day after tomorrow. His own ethnic group has his own destination, has a vision of hope, and hopes that one day he will beco a great monster turning clouds and rain.
Three thousand avenues, all sentient beings are full of vitality towards the front line.
How lively it is.
But the emperor forcibly sealed the Abyss, and a bowl of cold water poured all the noise, and all spirits were poured into mortals. The totem of the ethnic group is drowned in history. The descendants of the ancient saints have beco simple and rude "what line" special ability, and the "unusual" handed down from their ancestors does not know whether it can be regarded as "heritage" or "genetic disease." ".
"Special energy" is useful, as a field service, at the end of the year to get a few useless certificates, barely able to comfort myself to secretly defend the world.
"Special energy" is useless, either like a waste of aftercare, spent a lifeti in an insecure organization, or it is constantly monitored-all large sports competitions can not participate, otherwise it is unfair to ordinary people; Entry is always more cumberso than others, as if they travel abroad can bring “invasion of alien species” to others; every year, soone will call to urge them to undergo a dical examination and ask them to update their “energy profile” "Otherwise, like those" old Lai "who owe money, they will enter the untrustworthy list ...
Even in conflict with ordinary people, special talents will be sentenced to heavier sentences.
"Your Majesty," Luo Cuicui said in a shattered echo, "Can you tell the story of my ancestors again?"
"You were born in southern Xinjiang and can be transford into a tree. You should be the descendant of the Great Tao." The demon king turned his back on his back, his mouth sulking, but his eyes stared greedily at Abyss. Smile, "Later led the whole family to the 朕, Feng Wang worshiped ..."
"Director Xiao, we just searched Luo Cuicui's apartnt." Several orders ordered to trace Luo Cuicui's field searched his ho, stood at the door, and did not dare to enter for a mont. "Uh ... a bit weird."
I saw Luo Cuicui's bedroom without lights, only a row of candles, two clay sculptures in the middle, the photos were placed there, surrounded by dark red vine totems.
"What cult did he believe in?" The field stunned the energy detector for a long ti before carefully picking up the clay sculptures across the gloves. "A disliked king of the king was offered in the room, and there was one I had never seen before ... uh , A tree at the waist of a bucket, underneath it reads ... Big Tao, the Great Saint of Southern Xinjiang. "
"Big Tao of the South Xinjiang?" Sheng Lingyuan heard such a na through a crow and raised an eyebrow sohow. "I haven't heard of this character."
The two have already reached the entrance to the tomb. The tomb has already been cleared. It is open to visit. The tomb is cold and wet. The artificial lamps are powered off. Xuan Yuan closes his wings and pinches a feather. The feather is flashing. Faint fluorescence, can be used as a flashlight.
Sheng Lingyuan also said, "At that ti, many demons would call themselves" so immortal
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