Heroic Death System

At this point, the top of the branch trunk suddenly pulls out a piece of tender bud, a spiritual stretch, flashing green light. Then, the second one, the third one… grew up successively, quickly paving all the branches and forming a huge green umbrella.

Feeling the smell of the mother tree, the hybrid elves burst into tears and bowed down to greet their mother with piety and joy.

The water of life in the sky, guided by the natural divine tree, began to converge into the middle, but for a moment, it condensed into a drop of water beads, the water beads slowly dropped, gently dripping on the land next to the divine tree, that room, a sip of spring erupted, forming a slice of ripple on the ground, transformed into a huge natural atmosphere rapidly spread around.

“Ah!” The organ ghost tribe sent a painful howl and fled to the forest in a hurry, carrying a rust of speckles.

The power of nature trees and the Fountain of Life erupted simultaneously, leaving them in pain, powerful bodies exposed to radiation, and life rapidly passed away.

By the time they fled, the Alliance communities had not recovered from the shock. Their attention was always on Evie. I didn't expect Evie to be surrounded by Shanko, but he was a Shenmu elf. No wonder he was able to open the seal of Ghost Jade independently. No wonder he was with Evie! One is sealed with the Fountain of Life, and the other is the incarnation of the Nature Tree.

Overnight, the fountains of life and the natural divine trees that people searched so hard for appeared in front of them.

Happiness comes so suddenly that everyone feels like a dream.

The only thing in the room that hurt is probably Evie.

He stood beneath the tree, staring at the living natural tree, his heart pounding.

He was supposed to have died, but he was the one who disappeared.

Evie raised her hand and gently touched the tree, sensing his breath while calling his name in her heart: cocoa...

[Congratulations to Host for adding Task 1 - Resurrecting Nature Kamiki.

Still looking at the immutable system space, without the pleasure of a word, the whole person shrugged.

The system probably thinks he's wasting a little too much of the facial boost of the perfect emoticon pack, so he says: "Hosts can get two keys back if they complete one more main task and one additional task in the next world.

Jean-Claude's eyes shined and he immediately got up.

Ask the host to select skills to learn.

The skills provided by the system are basically unlocked and can be learned at will.

He could look for a moment and finally choose two skills with his eyes closed. Anyway, as long as he had enough time, he would sooner or later be able to master all the skills, but only with some emphasis.

As quality improves, he also learns significantly less time and can adjust the difficulty of his skills to his needs and preferences. Some skills are only needed at the primary level, while others are critical.

After coming out of the pure refining space, you can enter the next world with great ambition.

Though psychological preparation is long overdue, each time a world view has to be brutally refreshed by reality.

This time he wore a pen, and it was a “brush pen” that just listened to his name! Actually, it's a pencil that feeds on bravery.

His origins have become unthinkable and, since consciousness, he has relied on the absorption of human anger for his livelihood, jealousy, anger, evil thoughts, lust, killing and other negative elements, all of which are food for pencils. The pen itself affects the hearts and minds of others. Any person with weak will may make the wrong choices and go the wrong way under the influence of brazenness, thus generating more brazenness.

Brass pens can change their shape at will according to changing times and environmental needs, from the initial fountain pen, brush to fountain pen, ballpoint pen, signature pen to chalk, crayon, marker, etc.

Until now, the brush has become the most commonly used magic pen on planet Tam. The Magic Pen is a paper and digital pen that comes in a variety of shapes, including brooches, cufflinks, lipsticks, eardrops, watches, and more.

The pen survived for thousands of years, never worrying about food scarcity. Complex humanity can always produce all sorts of strange brawls. Until he was attained by a “good man", and his end came. No matter how he bewitched, this man always adhered to the principles and maintained an optimistic and good nature. Even if he had nothing, he never resented the heavenly people, which is a model of sainthood.

Sha Pen absorbs Sha Qi must first sign a contract, only if the contract is established can he draw Sha Qi from the contractor and those around him. Unfortunately, he signed a pact with this worldly good man and has never eaten again. He is getting weaker and weaker, so that the bravery accumulated before is enough to sustain his life.

He endeavored and endeavored to endure, finally to endure this good old man and his long speech. On the day he swallowed his breath, the brush was like a tearful orbit. He couldn't help but whistle: Finally, his head came out!

But he had no idea that miserable days were still behind him.

As a relic of the old man, the brush was passed on to the old man's son, a man named "Jingrong". The ecstatic thing is that this man is not as kind and simple as his father, on the contrary, he kills decisive, ambitious, unfavourable in the mall, and is considered a tiger wolf by many competitors.

He thought, "This kind of person must have a lot of bravery to feed him." And it turns out, he can't eat anything!

This man is not a good man, but he has the luck to despair. All the good fortunes his father had accumulated during his life became his blessing! Those who possess this kind of happiness are destined not to invade the ghost. With the victimization of the good fortune, the entry into the service will be peaceful and green, and the business will have vast financial resources. It's a smooth sail, no disadvantage.

The brass pen itself is not very intelligent, seldom takes the initiative to select the contractor, in his view, anyone has brass, just how much of a problem. But he had no idea he'd run into Kexing twice in a row. A natural purity, a lucky body.

Follow the good old man, it is only hungry, but follow the smell of Jingrong, not only to endure hunger, but also to bathe in the glow of happiness for many years, even absorbing the bravery of the surrounding people is extremely difficult.

After decades of struggling with brutal death, he finally gave up and ended up gloomy in glorious bliss.

In fact, the wisdom dissipated, and then came, instead of him became a brush.

[Main mission - to solve the problem of the work of 1,000 unemployed travellers, laid-off employees, veterans or persons released after serving their sentences.

Yes: “…”

As a pen that endangers society and deludes people, he feels that this task has nothing to do with him!

I was thinking, suddenly, a big hand took it off my sleeve, pinched it a few times, immediately changed from a cufflink to a magic pen, and then signed a name on the tablet with a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing: Sniffing Jingrong.

“Inform Isaic to get him to Flynn City tomorrow.” Jingjun told the secretary.

“Okay, smell it.” The Secretary took the tablet and responded respectfully.

Smell Jingjun play with the magic pen on his hand and think for a moment, "Tonight's wine will push me, I have another appointment. ”

“Okay, can I arrange a driver for you? ”

“No.” After that, Jingrong folded the magic pen into cufflinks and fastened it to his sleeve.

In the process of being moved, he had the privilege of taking a photo of the mole in his palm.

Good, smell Jingrong not only his man, but also his "clothing parents” in this world! However, you can only see that you can't eat.

The glow of bliss on his body was a great killer. It may be possible to understand why the original brush would end in gloom, and in this glow, it would be difficult for him not to be depressed.

After Wen Jingjun left the company, he drove back to his residence. Throw down the car keys, walk into the room, take a shower, change clothes, look at the time, and turn around.

Before you go out, don't forget to put the Shanko pen cufflinks on the sleeve.

At this time is dinner time, it is possible to estimate that the scenic scenery is arranged to eat with people.

Indeed, he came to a fine western restaurant, led by a waiter, to a position by the window where a young girl in her early twenties was sitting.

“Sorry I'm late.” Gentleman Jingrong apologized. In fact, it's half an hour away from the date, except the girl came earlier than he did.

“It's okay, it's too early for me.” The girl grinned.

The two seem to have just met a little while ago. They are all talking about topics related to their hobbies and it looks like they are... dating!

Jean-Claude is not whispering in his heart. Is his man straight in his life?

Girls seem to like to smell the scenery and have implicit shyness in their eyes.

The smell of Jingrong's attitude was a bit strange, but after a few words, the expression on his face became obviously apathetic, with no emotion in his eyes. After eating, he sent the girl home and left without even saying a word about the next appointment.

Jean-Claude is strange. If you don't like it, why do you have to ask someone to eat? And you specifically pushed away the commercial wine party?

Smell Jingrong's face back home, smell the perfume on his body, and frown disgustingly. Then take off your clothes and walk naked into the bathroom.

It has to be said that his man is a very good figure in any world, tall and pulled, perfectly proportioned, muscular and comparable to a basketball player. As for the face, the standard hegemonic president, Evil Wind. Jean-Claude looked at her face too much, and she was a little numb to ugly.

He rolled out of his sleeve and glistened in his dark queen bed.

Wen Jingrong cherished his father's “relic” and before going to bed, he did not forget to put it on the bed.

After the lights went out, the room was dim with only a few spots of light coming in through the window.

Stay quietly on the nightstand and think about how to accomplish the task. If he stays in the form of a magic pen, he will certainly not be able to accomplish the task. After practicing for so long, I wonder if I can turn into a human form?

A try was made, and unfortunately it failed. He can condense into a spiritual state, but cannot materialize.

What can you do with a state of mind? It can affect others subconsciously, but this person simply doesn't feel his presence.

Shanko can wear a brass pen, the task itself is enough!