Early the next morning.
After getting up, Meng Ke immediately took a taxi to the hospital. After a complete set of examinations, there was no problem. There were no shadows, tumors, or congestion in his head. It was just that his body was somewhat sub-healthy due to long-term lack of exercise.
"With the current medical technology, the results cannot be checked. That is to say, as long as my abilities are not seen in person, I don't have to worry about being sliced."
With a sigh of relief in his heart, Meng Ke continued to walk to the Internet cafe and drove a machine against the corner.
He vigilantly registered a new account and logged into the writers forum.
Here every day, many new writers and great gods discuss the inspiration or plot of various writing.
More people can naturally brainstorm ideas.
Meng Ke tapped the keyboard cracklingly, and soon, a post was posted.
"If the urban protagonist has an ability that can affect people's five senses, ask: How can he live forever?"
If you go to Baidu and Zhihu to ask this kind of question, they may not be as professional as the people here, or they can say that they have a big brain.
After the post was sent, there was no reply so quickly. Meng Ke started a game, played for about 30 minutes, and then clicked on the forum page again.
"1st floor: sofa, sit downstairs and speak."
"Second floor: The urban power flow is not popular now, I advise the author to cut it early and relax."
"3rd floor: Does the landlord mean to affect people's five senses? It affects others or affects themselves? If you want to live forever... If the protagonist has powers, there should be other people in this world. The author can try to let the protagonist develop first. Power, be lewd and low-key, let the younger brother rush ahead and reap the fruits yourself."
"Fourth floor: pretending to slap the face, heroes save the beauty, betting on stones to open a store, famous cars and beauties, the routine of urban style should not be too simple."
"Floor 5: Why don't you join the country."
"Floor 6: The author can write some life-increasing spiritual fruits and life-extending potions. Anyway, you are the author, so write whatever you want."
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After reading each comment one by one, there are a lot of useful ideas, especially the one on the third floor, since I'm not there, why do I pretend to be forceful when I have nothing to do? Wretched development is king, after all, the only people who can survive without dying are the protagonists who have the aura of the protagonist.
Moreover, Meng Ke is not sure for the time being, there are so many people in this world, just because he has supernatural powers, he doesn't believe it.
The so-called one is two, as long as there is a possibility, it is not surprising that hundreds of thousands of ability users are born under the huge population base of the earth.
As for joining the country and contributing to the country, his selfishness really can't do it.
I don't even have enough to eat, I just want to help others. Isn't that stupid
After sorting out his thoughts, Meng Ke thought about it. He felt that his top priority was to figure out how to increase the number of spiritual threads.
Moreover, he can't live in the same ignorance as before, at least he has to have a goal of his own.
"This power can affect people's five senses... so..."
He's ready to test it.
Meng Ke slowly blocked his own pain, pinched his thigh, only the touch was not painful, it felt like pinching someone else's thigh.
Leaving the Internet cafe, he came to a school playground. Generally, this playground is a 400-meter rubber track with a football field in the middle.
It's class time now, and the students are all in the classroom. Originally, the doorman would not let strangers in, but Meng Ke used to be a student here.
Passing a cigarette, the doorman let him in.
Standing on the playground and simply moving his body, Meng Ke began to use his abilities on himself.
The first is the sense of smell. The turbid and sultry air immediately became fresh and natural at the moment when he used his brain illusion.
Immediately afterwards, an air-conditioning no less than an air-conditioned room blew onto his body, and the coolness flowed through his limbs like an ice spring in the Tianshan Mountains.
"Cool! It's time to use this trick on such a hot day." Meng Ke squinted comfortably, enjoying it immensely.
But soon he recovered from the illusion, and after adapting to the changes, he slowly began to reduce the pain in his thighs.
Pain is a protective mechanism of the human body. When people exercise vigorously, the body will issue a pain warning, which makes people unconsciously want to stop exercising.
The common exercise method is 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 10 kilometers of running every day. Everyone knows that the body can become stronger and stronger, but few people can insist on it.
This is also the reason why most people in modern society grow fat because of excess nutrition.
Running mainly uses the leg muscles, so his first thought was to weaken the pain in both legs.
If running is not tiring, I believe many people are willing to stick to it.
"Now I don't feel sore. Three months of high-intensity training should improve my physical fitness." Meng Ke murmured in a low voice.
After he finished speaking, he started to jog under his feet. After confirming that this method was feasible and his legs did not feel much, Meng Ke's footsteps began to increase and the speed became faster and faster.
"call…"
"Suck…"
"call…"
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He checked the information on the Internet, and the best breathing method for running is to exhale for three steps and inhale for three steps. Now he doesn't have to worry about the soreness in his legs, so he can focus on adjusting his breathing.
Running round after round of stride, even with the hook on, his breathing involuntarily increased, and there were countless beads of sweat on his face.
Twenty laps later, he stopped with his hips on his hips, gasping for breath, sweat flowing down like a waterfall.
"... It's really bad, but I absolutely can't block the feeling of breathing, otherwise it's easy to faint without breathing."
After taking two steps, Meng Ke started jogging again, thinking about a solution at the same time.
Soon, he thought of something again, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, the day turned into night, and the stars lit up the night sky.
A huge blood moon rises, and the killing momentum of the battlefield blows.
Right in front of him, a black line that stretched to the sky rolled into the sky, and endless beasts roared towards him.
In the sky, a mountain-like undead dragon soared into the sky from below the horizon, struggling to incite the gigantic bone wings, and two groups of faint green soul flames were burning in its skull.
Suddenly, a slender woman walked by Meng Ke's side. The exquisite silver-white armor perfectly wrapped her proud figure.
"General, I would like to fight side by side with you!"
Before the words could be heard, a brilliant sound rang out between the heavens and the earth. It seemed that a little war drum was roaring like thunder, and it seemed that thousands of swords were fighting against each other.
Meng Ke did not know when he was already wearing a blood-stained battle robe, holding an unknown pitch-black sword in his hand.
At this time, he was like a peerless warrior with a single face and a thousand troops. Seeing the tenderness in the eyes of the woman beside him, a surge of arrogance surged into his chest.
The sword pointed to.
"Come on...!"