In the end, the plane arrived in Lhasa as scheduled, and there were no other special emergency times.

With Muzi's covert assistance and comfort, the little girl successfully fell into a peaceful sleep.

For a bard with the blessings of the gods, this is not such a difficult thing to do.

The Bard is a more one-size-fits-all character, and she is able to play the vast majority of positions on the team.

So in general, bards can easily fall into two extremes: either they become a support buff amplifier, or they become a nightmare for all enemies.

Often, bards appear in front of the public in the form of the former.

However, as a special bard, there are some differences between Muzi and ordinary bards in this regard.

"If people don't want to grow up, there's no need to force them."

Muzi winked mischievously at Yi Qiu, and then said to him in a special tone.

Yi Qiu could feel some kind of special energy surging in her body, it was a power that exuded ancient and mysterious, just like the ancient stars emitted a cold and dazzling light.

However, it was obvious that Muzi's ability was still too low now, and Yi Qiu could only vaguely feel some related aura.

In terms of specific energy intensity, it is still too weak.

However, Yi Qiu could feel the potential of this energy, but soon the energy in Muzi's body subsided......

The flight attendant looked at Yi Qiu and Muzi with some confusion, and in the end she didn't say anything.

When he got off the plane, Yi Qiu consumed a bit of Zongwang disaster coins and generated a dragon elephant with a maximum number of three layers through Zongwang and gave it to the girl's mother as an apology for frightening the girl.

Of course, when giving it away, Yi Qiu gave it in the name of wishing the girl health - and in fact, if she practiced according to the above pattern, although it would not reach the point of being very strong, a much healthier body than ordinary people could still be obtained.

Although she didn't know much about the distorted Tibetan script, the girl's mother seemed happy to accept the gift, which was suspected to be of a religious nature.

As for what to do with it after she accepts it, it has nothing to do with Yi Qiu.

Speaking of which, he remembered that he had also given Yuan Yinyin a third-layer Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong cheatbook before, and promised that if she practiced to the third level and was mentally prepared accordingly, he would fulfill his original promise.

However, judging from the time, she should not have reached the third layer realm yet.

Yi Qiu looked up at the clear blue sky in the sky, under this blue sky, unknown people were silently continuing to write their own stories......

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Bubble tea shop near Lhasa Airport

This should be opened by a Tibetan drifting youth, and the style is relatively small and fresh.

Some of the old Tibetan drifters who have been accustomed to the plateau climate are drinking milk tea leisurely while talking about the mountains, and when the interest comes, they also dance a few times with the musical instruments next to them.

The owner of this shop is familiar with Muzi, and she is also one of the lovers of Mount Everest.

For the awe-inspiring peak that was given a sacred name, it has indeed become a belief to a certain extent.

However, it is a pity that in this era of capital fangs and claws, more people regard it as a shining medal of honor.

may be because no one has communicated with her before, so when she met Yi Qiu, Muzi's chat was very high, and after getting off the airport, she invited Yi Qiu to this bubble tea shop to chat for an afternoon.

"Wow, that's good, you've had a party before."

Listening to Yi Qiu talk about his journey to the Bear Country, Mu Zi couldn't help but say enviously.

Of course, she was not envious of Yi Qiu for going to the Bear Country, but because Yi Qiu had someone to communicate with soon after becoming a player of the comprehensive network, and even directly met in reality.

For her, who has been suffering from no one to communicate with, this is indeed a very enviable thing.

Because there are still too few players, the trading platform basically does not properly exercise the responsibility of communication between players.

More often, Yi Qiu and they communicate through private chat messages on the platform.

"If there's a next meeting, I'll talk to them and see if I can add you."

"If nothing else, there's no problem."

Yi Qiu touched his bald head and said.

He can better understand Muzi's mood now, roughly the same as when he was rescued from the dark underground: there are full of words and emotions that want to find someone to share them, but when he looks around, he is at a loss.

"Come on and level up, when your creature level reaches level 10, we can play a group together."

"If you need help with any difficulties or troubles, you can contact me through Zongwang."

"The phone may not be so good, but you'll find out later."

Looking at the sky that was already a little drowsy, Yi Qiu got up and said to Muzi.

After speaking, he clicked on the plane trading forum with his consciousness, and then selected Muzi with his consciousness to add friends.

For the non-evil comprehensive network players in the material world, Yi Qiu still doesn't mind occasionally giving them some help.

What's more, this is a compatriot who grew up with him on the red land, and from the perspective of Yi Qiu's values, it is appropriate to give some small support.

Don't forget each other.

It is not a very difficult thing to understand the traditional concept of flower growers.

However, this does not mean that Yi Qiu has become their nanny, he has his own way of acting.

After bidding farewell to Muzi, who was a little reluctant, Yi Qiu embarked on the road to the wasteland in the cold night.

Because for the wilderness, the roar of locomotives can be heard from afar.

And in terms of Yi Qiu's current perception, the scope of his perception is even greater than that of ordinary people.

So after discovering that there were no cars on the road, he directly let go of his speed and began to move at high speed!

According to Yi Qiu's previous experience, there are no pedestrians on this road when night falls.

During the day, you may encounter Tibetans waiting on the side of the highway or devout pilgrims.

The solid cement pavement provides Yi Qiu with a good platform for power, allowing him to explode his speed more recklessly.

Of course, he still needs to control his power to a certain extent, after all, the concrete floor is not completely indestructible to him now.

Yi Qiu found that although he couldn't unleash the power of dimensional consciousness with impunity, he could hold on for a longer period of time if he performed some more minor operations.

Now, Yi Qiu used his consciousness to try to ease the resistance of the air to him.

This is a difficult thing for him to do when he is moving at high speed.

After a long period of meditation, he is now able to stay focused, but it still doesn't help much with whether he can manipulate his consciousness while in a focused state.

This requires a long period of specialized training, and it cannot be done by imagination and brainstorming alone.

Although this is the power of idealism, in a sense, the power of idealism also has its own unique and rigorous standards, rather than arbitrary and empty conjectures......

When Yi Qiu failed in many attempts, a very fortuitous situation, he succeeded in relieving the resistance of the surrounding air to him in an instant!

"Boom!"

Yi Qiu could sense some kind of violent reaction in the air, but at this time, his ears did not receive the relevant sound feedback, as if he had entered a silent world!

The vision around him was flying like a rush of light at a speed he had never embodied before, and as his speed gradually returned to normal speed under the resistance of the air that had already recovered.

Yi Qiu stopped and looked at the area where he had suddenly burst out of speed before: on the road at the end of his vision, cracks like spider silk were silently telling what had just happened......