When He Feng saw the white jade mask of those people, the whole person was already unhappy.

"I'm still very valuable, please give me another chance."

The cold temperature of his hands made He Feng think of it a long time ago, and he was so long that he had never thought about his future.

At that time, he was just a very ordinary person in the vast crowd.

When a person wearing a white jade mask found him for the first time, he only reached the person's waist.

At that time, he was startled, and the rabbit who was peeled alive in his hand hid him behind him.

People always don't like aliens. Although he was young, he knew that heresy would be regarded as an alternative existence.

But this person saw what he hid behind him not only said nothing.

He also stretched out his hand at him.

He has a jar like a clear water in his hand.

"Drink it." The man wearing a white jade mask was full of orders, "Drink now."

Probably the expression on his face was too obvious.

The man said, "If you don't drink, I will let the children over there know, what kind of person you are, you said, today you peeled the skin of the living rabbit.

Other? Guess what they will look at you? "

He was afraid of being treated as a heterogeneous, shaking his hands to drink that didn't know what it was. He thought, maybe it was venom!

It is surprising that nothing happened.

Until forgetting this matter, because he noticed his uniqueness, it was no longer the kind of killing, but the kind that could bring him real benefit.

The idea is constantly clear.

He can easily understand some things that the teacher in the college said, even when the children of the same age are exposed to confused colors.

The magic weapon he made is gradually different from others.

And the refiners often rely on the moment when the spiritual light is, and when he satisfies his ‘abuse’ selfishness, the refiner inspiration will continue to emerge.

Of course, even if you do n’t kill some things, there can be a lot of inspiration, but he finally has a reason to be positive.

He told his friends and teachers around him that to make the best instruments, he needed to constantly open the bone armor of the spirit beasts. It is necessary to understand why they are strong and powerful in order to use it on the refiners.

Those fools really believe it.

His lust is spreading under the sun, along with the evil desire of others, see, as long as it is good for them, even if this is a thing that hurts a few people, they can ignore it, and even "justice".

Everyone is the same.

No different.

In this way, he always thought he would never see the weird people who forced him to drink weird things that day.

But after a long time, he saw someone wearing a white jade mask standing in front of his bed in one night.

This time he didn't even say anything, and poured the familiar things directly into his mouth.

During that time, he had a little stunned and couldn't afford his strength, and the refiners always made a forks.

So that guy quietly touched his room, and when he found out, the guy had poured the cold things into his mouth.

At that time, he heard the guy using an extremely ridiculous tone: "Do it well, you should thank us, they all treat you as a genius."

Then I fainted in the past.

When he wakes up, there is no wound on his body or uncomfortable.

Instead, it feels a lot of drowsy.

He was holding his head at the time, and his heartbeat quickly. What should I thank them?

He was a genius!

He has been different since he was a child. Those people can't compare with him. He is a natural "predator" and those who obediently touch their noses with their own flesh beasts. He is not hypocritical!

He was angry and did not control himself at all. From then on, he began to expand the hunting area.

He no longer satisfies some ordinary wild spirit beasts. He wants to grow in a warm home beast to see their childish eyes show his fear of fear.

I also want to step on the ‘genius’ in those people ’s population.

It is a stepping stone under his feet.

His movement was too great, and finally shocked the mother tree.

He was locked up.

But what is the relationship between this? Those who have been favored will help him, and his talent will also keep his life. How can those mortals be compared with his genius like him.

But in the years of being detained.

He also gradually forgot the weird person with the white jade mask.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that there was a problem that those people drank him, but he never wanted to admit it. He was obviously so unique.

But at this moment, I felt the cold hand covering his face, and he trembled, "Put, put me once."

"I am very special, isn't it?"

"Can you choose me because of my special?"

He thought of making himself, but was beaten by Ling Kun and he was degraded.

Thinking that I couldn't see where my drawings were not good, but I could see at a glance where the drawings of Dai Xuan were exquisite.

He is very scared.

Like the children who used to see those children who studied the refining in the teacher before, the poor students could not see where they were, but they could see where the works of the best students were good.

The people look at it from top.

"I'm very special, I will create value for you again."

"Don't kill me, you have to get from me in these years, right? Is that water that doesn't know what is? Give me another can of water, I can continue to help you!"

The bigger, the eyes are congested and swollen.

The person wearing a white jade mask smiled directly when he saw this.

"special?"

"Yeah, you are very special, especially bad. At first glance, the person who can stir the wind and rain." The man's words shattered his pride.

Painting Xuan did not defeat him, nor did Yin Nian, because He Feng was extremely narcissistic and confident.

"Not us, you are just a waste that likes to kill others."

"Don't look too high."

"What value can you bring us?"

The man looked at He Feng scornfully, "The talent of painting Xuan is inherent, and she is unique to her."

"But you, the fake is fake, how can you compare with the natural?"

"No !!" He Feng's throat overflowing the painful roar, as if everyone died before him.

The mask man grabbed his head.

Sanjo slowly wiped his hand.
Chapter completed!