NIP Chapter 272 Don't Worry, For Now, I'm Still Me
Chapter 272 Don't Worry, For Now, I'm Still Me
Sometimes the fear is engraved deep in the soul of a person, and there is no need for any reason. Biqu library
If a person has both the power of God and the appearance of God, then what is the difference between him and God?
Even if he is not strong enough today, his power will always grow, and it seems... growing very fast.
Looking at the "pilgrims" who are still kneeling on the ground around them, as well as the many bewitched people, the fear of human unity is not unreasonable.
The goatee raised his head, clenched his fists and then loosened them, his eyes were cloudy and uncertain.
Everyone in the Temple of War also raised their heads at this time. This is the most friendly organization to Xin Yuan so far, and their expressions are also slightly complicated at this time.
Is this the meaning of the rumored "can use the power of gods"?
Then this one is a bit fierce.
The people present, that is, the perverts of the abyss, didn't feel anything, but their faces were full of surprise (if their faces could be seen).
As a secret organization, all kinds of strange things are seen a lot, but this kind of thing is really a small knife, which opened their eyes.
Ghost eyes flashed, he was only curious about one thing now.
This person is so strange, why isn't he among the seven people?
From the perspective of expressiveness, the secrets that can be discovered in him may be higher than that of his girlfriend.
Why doesn't God's servant pay attention to him...
Among all kinds of eyes, a person of age who has been hiding his identity and never revealed it is holding a pen blankly at this moment.
He wants to record history, but he doesn't know how to record everything at present.
Any literary worker in this world will definitely condense his emotion and wisdom on the tip of the pen at the moment of writing, and then it will appear on the paper.
Among them, the more precise and beautiful the expression is, the more it represents the writer's skill. Some people even use this hand operation to make a living (such as trapping y...).
But the historian is an exception. The better the historian, the more he must eliminate the influence of his personal emotions on the text as much as possible.
History is like a knife! A few short words may greatly affect the historical judgment of a period. Everyone in the Spring and Autumn Period has this sense of historical responsibility.
is the record.
In the end, I could only think about it and make a brief record.
"Xin Yuan used the power of faith to enter the sixth realm, breaking the record for the youngest sixth realm ever recorded."
"Using the power of the gods...to crack the large formation formed by the power of the gods, it may have a great impact on subsequent events."
He thought about the last sentence, and finally felt that it was the most appropriate expression.
As for what Xin Yuan's future will look like, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to predict.
History will naturally witness everything, he is just a recorder...
In the air, Xin Yuan didn't notice anything below, because he didn't have his own consciousness right now.
His eyes were lifeless, leaving only a dark golden light, showing his evolution this time.
With arms outstretched, the whole person maintains a cross-like posture, floating in mid-air. Biqu library
The dark golden light gradually weakened until it disappeared, but in the process, the shadow of Xin Yuan's entire body was reflected on the ground.
The huge black figure with outstretched hands was imprinted on the ground in the early morning. If there is an aerial camera overlooking everything at this time and recording all this, it will definitely sweep any photography award in the world.
But unfortunately, due to the various preparatory work before, this situation is impossible to happen.
Otherwise, the sensation it caused would probably bring another big job to Zheng Xiaojian's PR department.
The light dissipated, and Xin Yuan slowly fell from the sky and landed on the ground.
Everything is like ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes.
But even without the terrifying sacred light shrouding, the kneeling security team was still the same as before, continuing to maintain their beliefs, and now it seems that they have no intention of rebelling.
Xin Yuan's move not only saved many people, but also made these guys give up their resistance and captured them without a fight.
As Xin Yuan's body descended, Jun Anyi bypassed the chaotic crowd, and walked slowly towards the flying figure.
Everyone was slowly retreating away from the descending Xin Yuan, so no one went to shoot her, the only rebel.
Stretching out his hands, Xin Yuan slowly caught Xin Yuan who was unconscious at this time.
Although it is not as scary as before, but the body
Still has that divine feeling.
The security personnel kneeling on the ground were all glaring at Jun Anyi at this moment, but no one dared to come over.
Where did this wild woman come from? ! How can you directly touch the body of the Lord?
Jun An Yicai didn't care what the group of brainwashed fools behind her had to say, after she worriedly supported Xin Yuan, she was suddenly surprised to find that Xin Yuan seemed to have changed a bit.
——become handsome!
This feeling was so obvious that it surprised her for a moment.
Although Xin Yuan was pretty good looking before, but because he has always had fishy eyes and a bad temperament is too serious, people often don't associate him with the image of a handsome guy.
But at this moment, every strand of his hair was neatly arranged, and the ends of his hair still had a slight golden glow.
The lines of the face are much more three-dimensional, and it looks very textured, as if it was modeled mathematically.
The eyes are dark gold all over, and the eyelashes are very good-looking. Since there is no usual indecentness, it is like a sculpture in a church that has come alive.
Jun Anyi held his face and admired it blankly for a long time, waiting quietly for him to wake up.
Then...
"What are you looking at? I've become handsome?"
Soon, Xin Yuan regained his sanity and saw the familiar but slightly tired face in front of him.
Opening the mouth is the old Xin Yuan mode, completely ruining the previous sense of sanctity.
The temperament of the whole person returned in an instant, and that unique feeling could not be suppressed even if it was a sacred feeling.
But watching him wake up, Jun Anyi breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the familiar voice next to his ear, he suddenly laughed with relief.
The guy who was as graceful as a god just now is good in every way. He probably has the charm to make thousands of girls fall in love with him, but she doesn't like it.
She just likes the one in front of her.
He raised his hand and touched the face with unusually good skin at this time without hesitation, and said:
"Thanks for your hard work."
Xin Yuan shrugged his shoulders, "It's not hard. To be honest, today's work is really easy, and it's exhilarating. After sleeping, the realm will break through."
"It's much more comfortable than before. It would be great if all missions are done in this way."
Finally, he looked at Jun Anyi who was quietly listening to him, and said with a clear smile.
"Don't worry, for now, I'm still me."