Seeing this task, Guan Mingxin began to face up to her own specialness for the first time.
Ever since he met Nan Xiyue while escaping from the Baizhan Realm, he has encountered four strange fusion events.
Although this fourth time was different from the previous three times, Guan Mingxin attributed it to the fact that his true body was not present.
After each strange fusion, he can easily transform into another person. Whether it is breath, appearance, or even talent, they are all the same as the person he met before the fusion.
Guan Mingxin didn't know why she always encountered such things. She guessed that Wuji should know, but Wuji never revealed anything.
Perhaps it was the wrong time, or perhaps his own strength was not enough, which made Wuji deliberately conceal himself.
Not only that, Guan Mingxin also had an extremely strong feeling in her heart that she would encounter similar weird fusion events in the future.
Not just once, but twice.
Yes many times!
Guan Mingxin was a little unable to accept the sudden feeling, and simply ordered Jiujiu to use her ability to force herself to sleep.
Jiujiu declined again and again, but finally agreed when Guan Mingxin showed obvious signs of anger.
As a colorless energy swept through Guan Mingxin's body, Guan Mingxin immediately fell asleep.
Wuji, who was far away in the Baizhan Realm, saw this scene through a special monitoring instrument, sighed quietly, and murmured to himself:
"Master, I'm sorry, Wuji did something in private without your consent.
But if you don't do this, you are likely to fail again. After all, you have missed the best opportunity.
This is your last chance to turn around!
Wuji doesn’t want to lose you, no matter what, Wuji will help you successfully turn around..."
After that, Wuji was stunned for a long time before returning to his own small world to continue practicing.
Over here, there was Jiujiu's energy suppressing her, and Guan Mingxin was just lying there in that secluded alley.
Fortunately, this place was remote enough and the camera was broken. For a while, no one passed by, thus interrupting Guan Mingxin's "recuperation".
However, this good luck will not last long.
"Oh, it's already this late! We're almost late!"
Norton Heywood, who didn't fall asleep until late at night due to insomnia, suddenly woke up, raised his left wrist and glanced at the time. It was already eight-fifty!
Good luck!
I have to go to work in forty minutes!
Now, it’s all over!
You must know that the free bus he takes at nine o'clock every day stops at the entrance of the company at exactly nine twenty-eight.
But just walking from my home to the free bus stop takes fifteen minutes!
It’s better to step up the pace and not dare to delay!
Norton Heywood usually gets up at eight o'clock, but it seems that he didn't have time to wash up today.
Stumbling out of bed, he took a handful of water and wiped his face. Under the stimulation of the cold tap water, Norton Heywood's dizzy brain finally woke up completely.
As he quickly grabbed his clothes and put them on, Norton Heywood had already spread his long legs and ran towards the door.
I am still glad that the door of the small apartment I rent is intelligent and automated. The rent is a bit high, but the door can be opened and closed automatically, which saves a lot of time and the security is quite good.
Unlike the low-cost house rented by a colleague, it is said that you have to control the door lock and switch yourself. A few days ago, the house was broken into and robbed by street gangsters, causing a lot of losses.
Running all the way, Norton Heywood ran as if he was running for his life, and finally got on the free bus before the door closed.
However, the stone hanging in his heart still did not fall. Instead, the vague premonition in his heart became stronger and heavier.
Norton Heywood knows what this means.
But he still wanted to hold on, so to speak, so as not to cry until he saw the coffin.
After breathing a long sigh of relief, Norton Heywood casually found an empty seat and sat down, and then he took care of his clothes seriously.
Even though he was wearing the cheapest clothes, Norton Heywood was still treated like a luxurious dress.
This has been a habit engraved in his bones for fifteen years, and he cannot accept the slightest bit of slovenliness in himself.
When Norton Heywood got off the car and appeared in front of the company's gate, there was no sign that he had washed himself. He stepped into the gate elegantly as usual.
However, when Norton Heywood raised his hand and pointed it at the time clock at the gate with his personal optical computer watch, ready to clock in, a gentle but chilling voice stopped his movement.
The premonition that I had when I opened my eyes finally appeared!
"Sir, you don't need to clock in, three months' salary has been transferred to your account.
Sorry, we don’t have any suitable jobs for you right now..."
The smiling butler uttered formulaic words about dismissal. Norton Heywood didn't even need to continue listening. He knew that what followed was nothing more than waiting for an opportunity and similar words.
Closing his eyes hard, Norton Heywood simply didn't even bother to say a polite reply that he never gave a perfunctory answer.
He held on, with a well-placed smile on his face, and turned his head and nodded slightly to the manager, indicating that he understood.
Norton Heywood didn't even bother to say a formulaic farewell. He stepped out of the company with his long and powerful legs and walked out of the company that he had just stepped into for less than a minute.
Behind him, there was a cold rebuke from the manager who did not lower his voice at all:
"He is such a wild boy who cannot stand up to the public. He has no manners at all. No wonder he was exiled here..."
The manager deliberately ignored how many difficult and complicated problems Norton Heywood's positive attitude in working during this period of time had solved for their small maintenance workshop...
As we stride forward, the sounds behind us gradually become distant and disappear...
At this time, Norton Heywood slowed down and slightly raised his head, which had been lowered before.
The morning sunshine was warm and warm, but when Norton Heywood raised his head, it felt particularly dazzling.
He couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes, but there were layers of chill in his heart, which kept spreading outwards. Unknowingly, a few crystal tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes...
After getting off the returning public hovercar, Norton Heywood exuded an aura of despair and walked absentmindedly towards the small apartment he rented.
The passers-by I met along the way turned a blind eye to this.
In the slums of Ogagao, too many people perform various tragedies every day, and the residents here have long been numb.
But Norton Heywood has been here for a while, and he still hasn't fully adapted to this environment.
Normally it would be okay, but at this moment he was really sad. Such an atmosphere made it almost impossible for him to control the negative emotions in his heart!
(End of chapter)
