I dressed as a novel villain

Quietly walk out of the ward.

GaoJia Manor, a corner, Jiang Chen saw Guan Hongru again.

In the darkness, he stood quietly under the tree, his breath ethereal as a cloud.

Not only did the internal fluctuations of being a warrior disappear completely, but even the most basic heartbeat, breathing, smell, and so on, could not be perceived much.

If it weren’t for the fact that he had already cultivated the Gui Breath Divine Technique to perfection.

For those who have also practiced this Fa, there is some feeling.

Suddenly seeing such a being, I was afraid that I would be directly frightened into cardiac arrest.

Jiang Chen’s footsteps did not stop.

Walking forward, he tilted his head and nodded slightly toward the tree.

Guan Hongru stooped slightly, and followed behind him without a sound.

“How’s it going? Found none? Jiang Chen asked.

“I started tracking at the first time, but it was strange that there was almost no trace of Xiao Han, not even the slightest clue.”

Guan Hongru suppressed the sound to an extremely low level.

Sound waves seem to be controlled, traveling only in a certain direction.

Jiang Chen listened, his eyes suddenly froze, and then a very playful smile appeared on his face.

At this time in the original work, Xiao Han should not have learned the transfiguration technique.

There will even be no trace of it, is it difficult to be the protagonist’s aura at work?

But then again, he is crossing a fictional world, and I don’t know if there will be an author who quietly manipulates the fate of everyone behind his back.

Thought for a moment.

Jiang Chen continued:

“Then don’t check, get ready, and go north to Guanwai in these two days.”

“Okay.”

Guan Hongru nodded, and a trace of reluctance appeared in his eyes.

In fact, at this time, he did not want to carry out the so-called retaliatory action.

My daughter’s illness is getting better day by day.

Looking at that lively smile, Guan Hongru’s heart could not be hardened.

However, since it was Jiang Chen’s arrangement.

He could only nod.

“By the way, this was found on Chen Xinghai’s body.”

Guan Hongru handed over a small silver metal box.

Jiang Chen opened it and looked at it, and it was full of bottles of various transfigurable materials.

On the inner wall of the lid of the box, a sky-blue pamphlet was attached.

The master is strong, the five senses are far beyond ordinary people, even if they see things in the dark night, they are just idle.

He flipped through it.

However, what Jiang Chen did not expect was.

When he turned it over, a systematic tone appeared in his mind.

“Congratulations to the host, found the gold level special skill [Transfiguration], you can use the free attribute points to increase the proficiency, is it improved?”

“Sleeper, is this also possible?”

Jiang Chen was shocked in his heart.

Like attribute points, all skills in the system are divided into five levels.

Bronze, silver, gold, diamonds, extraordinary.

And each skill, according to the degree of proficiency of its cultivation, is divided into five levels.

In order: the first glimpse of the doorway, the entrance to the hall, the pure fire, the peak of the pole, out of the magic.

Of course, for some artistic skills, there may still be some titles that are in line with the current world.

But whatever it’s called.

The gap between each level is like a natural graben, and it cannot be reached without years or even decades of hard work.

And if you reach the later realms, you have extraordinary requirements for talent, chance, and so on.

Directly boost with attribute points…

This is also a bit too cool, right?

Jiang Chen’s heart was excited, but his face was silent.

Gently close the book and hand the box back to Guan Hongru.

Road:

“You take it back and study it first, and remember not to spread it.”

“Young master, this…”

Guan Hongru’s face was horrified.

I had the heart to remind Jiang Chen that this was Chen Xinghai’s unique transfiguration secret, and secretly I don’t know how many people were staring at it.

Isn’t it a little too much of a joke to give it to yourself?

But when he opened his mouth, he didn’t say a word in the end.

The road to the north is not destined to be smooth, and if he can have a transfiguration technique, even if it is only a little fur, it is enough to give him a few percent more certainty.

Guan Hongru took the box, then disappeared into the darkness again and disappeared.

Jiang Chen continued to walk forward.

Not long after, just turned a corner.

He glanced at it and saw it in the distance.

At the entrance of the manor, there stood an extremely tall figure.

Huo Siyu didn’t know how long he had been standing, his head was bowed, and he was a little bored to swing his long legs against the sky, drawing patterns on the ground with his toes.

Behind him, an unclear street lamp quietly released the light.

The light passed through the shadow, leaving a long shadow on the ground.

Jiang Chen stepped out of the dark path and stepped into the Avenue of Light.

Between the footsteps, the two shadows gradually juxtaposed.

For a moment, he walked over to Qianying and looked at the lost gaze.

He chuckled softly:

“What are you painting?”

“Nothing.”

Huo Siyu pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

Some panicked stretched out their feet, hurriedly painting on the ground in front of them.

Want to destroy what you are painting.

However, after a few strokes, she found that this was actually a stone pavement, and she had not painted any traces of it before.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of embarrassment.

“I’ll see.”

Jiang Chen turned around and faced qianying in the same direction as Qianying next to him.

The Grandmaster-level eyes scanned straight on the ground.

Immediately, a series of words that were clear in his eyes were read out of his mouth.

“Twilight Dynasty is in… Oh, if the two loves are long, they are in the twilight. ”

Huo Siyu’s pretty face suddenly turned red, and the whole person was embarrassed.

However, she just bowed her head.

But I found that someone had even written and painted on the ground on tiptoes.

Looking at his movements, it was written:

There is a beautiful person who never forgets to see it.

A day is not seen, and the thoughts are like madness.

One after the other, the two poems seemed to be some kind of silent dialogue.