The big gangster was suddenly stunned. Once upon a time, he looked at a sculpture like this little boy, looking at it infinitely longing. When was it? It seemed that he had just arrived in the fairy world. Who was that sculpture? But he couldn't remember it.

"What a green memory." The gangster couldn't help but smile and shook his head, but it is undeniable that only with longing can there be motivation to move forward.

There are more and more people in the small square, including practitioners, ordinary people, men and women, old and young. Of course, practitioners are also rookies, and they are those who have just stepped into the threshold of cultivation, or even not even considered entering the threshold.

Everyone chatted casually, and everything else was chatting.

The cultivator talked with the cultivator about who broke through again, who got a good magic weapon, who challenged him and was killed...

Women chat with women about gossip, which man is better than which woman, which woman stole the boyfriend or even her husband, which man is shameless and has an affair with his girlfriend and wife on his back...

The content of the children chatting is very interesting, new clothes, new shoes, toys, and which child is valued as a child with qualifications for cultivation, can practice, etc.

The old people talk most about their own children. They feel sorry for their parents in the world. No matter when, in the eyes of their parents, their children are the most important.

The big gangster found a seat and sat down. Without using his spiritual perception, he just listened casually. As he listened, he felt that he gradually integrated into this kind of mortal life.

Stay away from battle, stay away from conspiracy, stay away from that extremely cruel world!

It turns out that this is the life of a mortal, a life that seems to me extremely happy.

The big gangster finds it a bit funny. He looks at it like this, but what about ordinary people? They should envy themselves, right? The different positions of the position, the angles of seeing the problem are different, and the feelings are naturally different.

The truth is really simple!

I lit a cigarette, took a sip, and spit out one cigarette after another casually.

I watched the smoke rings spread little by little until they dissipated, which was boring and painful.

But for some reason, this feeling is unprecedentedly relaxed.

Are you tired?

The gangster shook his head, he didn't think so.

Fighting seems to have been integrated into his bones. If he really wants to keep him away from fighting, he can't do it. What about cultivation? It seems that it has become a habit. Conspiracy and tricks have long been commonplace.

My life has changed a lot without any intention. Although the lives of ordinary people are envious, they are really not suitable for me.

Maybe what you can't get is the best, right?

A big gangster smiled involuntarily, a smile from the bottom of his heart.

The number of people in the small square decreased. It turned out that it was already dark before I knew it. The big gangster realized that he had been here stupidly for six or seven hours. Alas, I don’t know if anyone was regarded as a mental illness.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anyway. What's important is that during these six or seven hours, his mind has undergone a washing, and his mind's cultivation has become more stable.

The impact of the unsatisfactory battle he had experienced on him has completely disappeared.

"Haha, this walk is really worth it." The big gangster stood up and walked away from the small square with his eight-character steps.
Chapter completed!