This is the Como Plain, located in the southeast corner of the Kazan Mountains, the Bell River to the west, leading to the distant sea, and to the east is a dense forest, a paradise for beasts, and even the powerful tattoo artists had to bend their proud backbone there.

During the autumn hunting season every year, a large number of wild beasts will surge out, posing a great threat to the surrounding cities.

At this time, the tattoo master who is rare in daily life will stand up and start a protracted and long-lasting battle with the beasts in the wilderness.

The vast starry sky and the moonlight are like bright, adding a few vicissitudes to the ancient city standing on the Como Plain.

A man in black with a cold face stood on the wall with stains and looked forward indifferently.

Moonlight shone throughout the room, and a woman in a tight purple leather outfit was gently wiping the stone on her hands, but suddenly raised her head.

In the corner of the dark street, a blind old man looked up as if he was aware of it, his empty eyes pointing directly to the empty horizon.

In the magnificent hall, a woman in white with a scent of holy breath was full of compassion when she looked outside the hall.

Outside the small town was filled with a restless aura, extremely quiet, silence as nothingness, as the tranquility before the storm. A gray-haired rabbit was lying on the ground, trembling, and two furry little paws pressed tightly on the long ears. At this time, it looked up and glanced in the distance. In those spiritual eyes, the flashing eyes were full of fear.

Strong winds plummet, heavy rain is coming

In the small town, faces, whether mature or tender, or beautiful or ugly, constantly flash.

The music suddenly became nervous at this time, and black shadows kept jumping between the tall buildings.

All of these people are extremely agile. However, all of them look solemn on their faces, and the dense drum beats of the soundtracks suddenly make people's hearts tighten at this moment.

There are more and more people, and these people are running fast in the same direction.

Beast Tide—

The ground shook even harder, and the dense branches and leaves also retreated backwards faster.

Hum!

A wild beast more than ten feet high roared, and its thick roar was shaking all over the field.

It seemed as if in response to this roar, the roar of the wild beasts that shook their heads like a huge wave, rushing towards them.

Outside the city, wild beasts everywhere rushed towards each other like floods, as if the end of the world was coming.

Those who were running hard were a little faster.

Finally, the two sides collided!

This is a life-and-death war, either the city is destroyed or the beast is destroyed, and neither side has any way out.

Countless roars sounded.

The hot fire dragon, the cold moon-shaped wave blade, the brilliant meteor shower, the intoxicating notes...

They appear one by one over this space, and the changes in color and light are complex and dazzling.

The fierce collision caused countless lights to shatter the stars, illuminating this night.

The battle was so intense that it was almost suffocating.

Around the man in black, a hot fire dragon flew around. Every time his attack power was heavy, the fire dragon was full of anxiety, and sometimes accompanied by explosions, he was like a god of war at this time.

The woman in a tight purple leather outfit nimbled dodging the attack of the beasts, and at the same time, her blue-white moon-shaped wave blades were constantly drawn out with her hands, and she was always heroic.

The blind man was holding a bamboo stick, and was traveling between the beasts like a ghost. Every time the bamboo stick was gently tapped on the ground, hundreds of light spots would appear out of thin air behind him. When the bamboo stick was tapped again, these light spots would roar in a certain direction, piercing through the beasts, leaving long light tails in the night sky, like a meteor shower.

The woman in white floated in the air, holding her hands in front of her chest, her red lips opened, and a series of wonderful notes passed out. Around her, ferocious beasts showed a peaceful look, crawling quietly on the ground, as if she was asleep.

A scattering cheer burst out in the city.

Responsibility and glory.

The movements in the city and the four people on the battlefield may have noticed them, but their performances are different. The man in black still has a cold face, his eyes are like swords, like ice that has not melted for thousands of years.

The purple enchanting figure smiled brightly, as bright as fireworks, and the crisp laughter spread throughout the battlefield, and that scene was eternal.

The blind man with a green bamboo stick turned his wrinkled face and faced the city, as if he was regretful and nostalgic. In the dark night, there was a touch of moving light flashing in his eyes.

The woman in the temple, dressed like snow, her eyes seemed to see through everything in the world, and she was not as holiness as the human world

"Do you want to experience the cheering scene of thousands of people and the pleasure of a happy duel? Aoqi Pattern Stone Store has the most complete variety of Pattern Stones in the city for you to choose from."

Looking at the wonderful scenes above the sky above his head, Mo Yan stretched out his sore neck, and a strange expression appeared on his face. Even advertising is becoming more and more personal.

Shaking his head, he pushed open the door in front of him and walked into the store.

"Brother Fang." The store was still the same. After seeing the appearance of the visitor, two young and beautiful waitresses nodded politely, and then started chatting about some gossip news. In the inconspicuous corner, a young man with glasses burying his head and gestured something. He raised his head until he heard the sound and greeted: "Amo, here you are here."

"Among the ten stones, six were repaired, one piece of energy was exhausted, and the other three pieces were damaged too much and had no repair value." Mo Yan carefully took out the stone box from his backpack and handed it to the young man.

Pattern is a magical stone made on blank rough stones and specially treated by pattern masters. It is widely used in people's lives, from shuttles, arks, to lamps, heaters and other equipment, which can be said to be everywhere.

Brother Fang took the tattoo, but didn't take it out to check it out. He smiled and said, "Amo is getting more and more powerful. I can be promoted to a formal tattoo artist in the future." The two of them have been dealing with each other more times, and they are familiar with each other, and they don't know what they say.

Mo Yan's eyes hopped up suddenly, he coughed lightly, and then showed a shy smile, "Hey" he really didn't know how to answer this question.

Brother Fang understood the other party’s difficulties. Even students in Emma Academy were not easy to become a tattoo artist. However, he was very optimistic about the slightly shy boy in front of him. With the other party’s hard work and eagerness to study, he would one day make a name for himself.

"Hehe, because of you, Xiao Mo, the business in our store is a little better than before." This sentence is naturally a polite statement, but due to Mo Yan's outstanding repair performance, the satisfaction of many small and medium-sized customers who benefited are truly improved.

Mo Yan grinned just right, and with that gentle and harmless face, the image of the honest and simple boy was implanted into the hearts of everyone present bit by bit.

"Haha, Xiao Mo is an outstanding student of Emma Academy. He will definitely make a fortune in the future. Don't forget me, brother." Brother Fang quickly took out sixty faks and handed them to the other party's hand, saying with a smile on his face. In the small town, the identity of Emma student is quite popular, among which the painting pattern major is the most respected.

However, Emma Academy is not that easy to enter. Not to mention the sky-high admission fee, there are also great restrictions on admissions. The Painted Pattern Department has the highest requirements for mental power. Other departments such as medical Pattern Masters and War Pattern Masters also have different requirements for admissions, and they are not allowed to enter with money.

Mo Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. It would be great if he was really a student of Emma Academy, but he was not easy to tell the other party that if he didn't pretend to be his identity, it would be difficult for him to receive repair work here.

The income of dozens of Farkes is not much, but he is stronger than stability. In addition, his income in the academy is saved, and if he saves money, he can also have a slight surplus every month. This was simply something that he could not imagine three years ago.

Three years ago, Mo Yan was still a little beggar who had no food and clothing. By chance, he got a temporary job cleaning at Emma Academy.

Because of his working environment, he often comes into contact with some knowledge of tattoos, which makes him realize that this is an opportunity to change his own destiny.

Becoming a pattern painter, this idea can never be erased.

Without anyone teaching him, he would teach himself. Every day, no matter how busy or tired he was at work, when he got off work, the discarded stones of the old textbooks he picked up would always appear on the table as soon as possible.

But how can the field of tattoo artists be easy to enter? After several failures, he learned from his mistakes and decided to start with tattoo repair. Under the current economic conditions, this is undoubtedly the most suitable solution for him.

He clearly remembered the scene when he first went to the Ochi Pattern Stone Shop. It was not difficult for him to disguise himself as Emma. With this identity, he spent a little deposit and brought several damaged Patterns back to the academy.

He couldn't remember exactly what he had repaired, but he vaguely remembered that when he sent the repaired stone back to the store, there was no good piece inside, and a few pieces even had irreparable damage. It could be said that he was a complete failure. If Brother Fang hadn't stood up and said a few good words to him, he might have been bombarded by the owner immediately.

With Brother Fang's help, the shop owner reluctantly agreed to let Mo Yan try again. He didn't know whether he was forced by the environment or stepped on the shit, but this time he was actually hit by his blind cat and repaired two pieces of the dead mouse, and the crisis of trust was alleviated.

Then, with his continuous exploration and learning and a lot of practical operations, his level of repairing patterns was a thousand miles a day.

In the past two years, nearly ten thousand first-level tattoos he has repaired. When it comes to familiarity and understanding of first-level tattoos, he is confident that few people can compare to him, even those formal tattooists are no exception - they will not waste their precious energy on these low-level tattoos.

It’s a pity that he still cannot draw a complete piece of tattoo, even the lowest level.

"Or the old rules?" Brother Fang took out a pile of damaged first-level pattern stones from the box without waiting for him to reply, and placed them out.

"Yeah." Mo Yan lowered his head and tried to pick those who had never seen them from the pile of stones, although there were fewer and fewer choices.

After a while, he picked out ten pieces of stones, which was also the rule he set himself to repair ten pieces of stones every day.

"I'll take these ten patterns away." Mo Yan put the ten patterns into the box.

"Wait, I know that you like to study some rare patterns. I received a piece of stone here, but I don't know what it is for. The texture on it is very rare, and it may be of some use to you." Brother Fang also has some understanding of patterns, but he is not proficient. At best, he just fools ordinary people.

A gray stone about half a fist was spread out in irregular shapes and entered Mo Yan's eyes.

"Thank you." He looked at the patterns on the stone, and couldn't tell the name, so he was not polite. He put the box in his backpack with the box, said goodbye to Brother Fang, and turned around and walked outside.

Chanel Avenue is the most prosperous street in Emma City. More than 90% of the companies in the city have their headquarters here. If you throw a stone from the sky and hit the boss of a certain company, don't be surprised.

Standing in Mo Yan, it is in the center of the street. At first glance, there are all kinds of virtual beauties trying to attract the attention of pedestrians. There are a wide variety of products and the packaging is extremely gorgeous.

Fireworks that flew past the sky from time to time spewed out from the rear of the shuttle, like a brilliant firework.

Although he looked straight and his face was full of tranquility, he was actually drooling at the shuttle flying over his head.

A very dynamic appearance, perfect streamlined shape, lengthening of the body, clear and tough waistline, and the flame-like logo of the case fully demonstrates its excellent bloodline - the world is running like lightning, and experiences the speed and pleasure

He memorized this ad slogan like a stream, but he could only recite the ad slogan.

As the most famous institution in the city, Emma Academy is located not far away. You can see the gate of the college by just passing through two streets.

Today, the college's sanitation cleaning was cleaned. Mo Yan was really exhausted. When he returned to his house, he was lying on the bed and didn't want to get up.

The room was small, less than twenty square meters, and there was a wooden bed half old and half old, and a wooden table with one leg missing. Both of these things were picked up by him, and the rest were almost filled with debris.

He put Yingui at the head of the bed in his ear and pressed the activation button. Listening to the sound coming from inside, his whole body relaxed.

Yingui is a relatively commonly used household equipment. It consists of a base and a round jade gui. There is a stone groove under the base. According to the quality of the placement of the stone, the acceptable signal strengths are also different.

The Yingui in his hand was picked up by him in a garbage bin, but it was the lowest level. There was a small problem with a circuit inside. After it was repaired, it became his beloved baby. The flaw of the distorted sound effect will naturally not be placed in his heart.

"A large bandit group appeared in the southern part of the Como Plain, and caravans that had been looted many times. Travelers who traveled far away should pay more attention."

"Master Yunkong of the Flame City tailored a seventh-level pattern stone for the leader of the Iron Blood Mercenary Group, Tiexue, whose strength has increased greatly. According to relevant people, Tiexue intends to launch an attack on the Black Line Gold List."

"The famous singer Sophie held a grand concert in Heixuan City, causing large-scale riots. So far, more than three-digit fans have been squeezed and injured."

The night was like water, with stars dotted, and a ray of starlight shone in from outside the window.

Under the starlight, a lonely figure curled up on the head of the bed, listening to Yingui in a daze.

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