Li Chongkai hesitated on "Cthulhu" for a moment, then jumped over quickly, pretending not to see it.

He is still young and doesn't want to explain himself.

"I just don't know which Cthulhu refers to in the myth of Cthulhu, or whether it refers to Cthulhu?"

There are many characters in Cthulhu mythology that are greater than Cthulhu, such as Azathus, the blind and foolish god.

Thinking of this, it is a good thing to refer to Cthulhu here... It's strange!

But Li Chongkai didn't want to meet any of them, and he didn't want to have any connection with them at all.

Without thinking too much, Li Chongkai quickly chose "Grand Membership in the Underworld", "Awakening", and "Shaping Flame +2".

mod is a reinforcement, with its own permanent residence, and the preferred level is very high.

Li Chongkai, who is split in personality, dared not choose. His foundation-building cultivation level now and his every move can almost use tens of millions to serve as a unit.

[Before the game starts, please set one of the last reopening talents "Destiny" and "Oracle" as the permanent talent.]

"Select [Orange Talent] "Destiny": Initial attribute plus 8."

[The talent "oracle" has been preserved, real life has been archived]

Until the next reality reopens, the oracle should still be there.

Li Chongkai slowly breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how outrageous the life of reopening after the world line was closed, he was ready!

【Reopen now!】

……………………

Dachengguo.

Chang'an City.

Shouyang twenty-four.

Shortly after the Spring Festival, the people of Chang'an City were all filled with happy smiles.

Last year, the new emperor of Dachengguo ascended the throne and reduced taxes for three years, which was unforgettable for everyone to laugh.

But except for beggars roaming on the streets of Chang'an City, because tax cuts have nothing to do with them.

"What have you dreamed of again? Tell me and listen!" A group of little beggars surrounded another little beggar with stars holding the moon.

The little beggar surrounded by a quirky beggar nodded: "Have you ever heard the story of reincarnation?"

The beggars shook their heads one after another.

The little beggar stood on the stone steps and shouted loudly: "I dreamed of my past life! There are tall buildings standing there! People don't have to worry about food and clothing, they have a place to support their old age and their young ones!"

"Where we will no longer worry about poverty and suffering!"

“Where we have human rights and spiritual freedom!”

The beggars all showed a look of yearning.

“What is human rights?”

"have no idea."

"Just keep acting, why bother with so much?"

Amid the cheers and envy of the beggars, the door of the "Mo Mansion" behind them opened. A maid slowly walked out from inside.

She smiled and said to the special little beggar, "Our master likes the stories you tell very much. Here are some leftover food in the kitchen, which is what the master rewards you."

The beggars rushed up and snatched the food from the maid's hand. After a while, the food was snatched away.

But the maid was used to this and specially kept some food for the little beggar who told the story. The little beggar was very polite just now and didn't fight for it.

Just after the Spring Festival, every household has some leftovers.

This is simply a beggar's paradise.

But there are so many beggars and everyone is competing, so naturally they have to rely on their abilities to get it.

So the little beggar who told the story focused on the "Mo Mansion". This master seemed to be an official, and he was a high-ranking official. His favorite thing was news of peace and stability in the country.

Ask some atmosphere groups to set off the atmosphere and tell some irrelevant stories, you can stand out from the beggar who has no talent.

It's simply not too simple.

"Did you really dream of so many strange things?" The little maid looked at the little beggar curiously.

The little beggar was eating voraciously: "Of course! It's like a fake one!"

"Wow! You can also speak idioms!" the little maid smiled. "By the way! What's your surname? What's your name?"

Many of the beggars are lost in their families, and having a name and surname is nothing.

The little beggar looked up at the plaque in the Mo Mansion in a daze.

"I have no name or surname..."

The little maid smiled slightly, this is great! What the master ordered can be accomplished!

"Why do you take our surname Mo! You won't have to beg for food again from today!"

"……good!"

The little beggar was held hands by a maid and walked into the Mo's mansion.

He sighed slightly. After so long, he finally got a long-term meal ticket.

It is difficult for him to explain what a long-term meal ticket is, but he does have such a word in his dream.

The little beggar thinks this word is very appropriate.

"I'm very smart, maybe I shouldn't belong to them." He thought so at the beggars behind him who were so confused by some food that they couldn't open their eyes.

5 years old: With his intelligence and talent, he changed his family situation.

...

It's another year, the Chinese New Year Festival.

The streets of Chang'an City are very noisy and crowded.

During festivals, there are many people on the street, and Mo Wuming and the maid are just two inconspicuous people.

"Wu Ming" was given to him by the master. He did not become the young master, but became a servant like a maid, but this was enough, at least better than those beggars who had frozen to death.

There are cruise ships rowing in the lake, the boats are decorated with lights and yellow paint on the roof, and the boats are carved with beams and phoenixes.

People drink wine on the boat, and the ripples caused by the oars rippled in the water and the hearts of ordinary people.

"When will I get on this boat?"

People on the shore couldn't help but imagine.

But Mo Wuming just looked from afar, thinking in his heart: "This damn capitalist!"

This is also a word in a dream.

"Wu Ming, I'm leaving! There are so many things to buy today!" The maid pulled Mo Wuming up and walked towards the market.

Mo Wuming also let the maid drag it forward. The more he walked, the clearer the storyteller's voice became.

The maid stopped. When she was fine, she also liked to listen to books and buy things! She was rushing to walk just now just to listen to books.

Mo Wuming curled his lips. He couldn't see the pleasure boat, just listen to books! This is too double standards!

At this time, the voice of the storyteller also spread into Mo Wuming's ears.

"A curvy tree will eventually turn, and raising a wolf and being a dog is difficult to keep a house."

It is a final poem.

After hearing a few words, Mo Wuming always felt like he was scolding him. He called the maid to go somewhere else.

"Let me listen again." said the maid.

Mo Wuming had no choice but to find a place to squat up, and he didn't listen to the words behind him.

"The cormorant is black for a while, and the crow is painted white."

"Cannabis coptis will eventually be bitter, but picking fruits and fruits will not be sweet."

"Good things must be done by good people, but no mortals can be gods."

...

Mo Wuming beat him for a while, and then the maid called him up.

"Have you finished listening?" Mo Wuming asked in a daze.

"No, the fight started over there!"

"How did you fight?"

"There is a yellow jacket coming down the boat, he said..."
Chapter completed!