Asking Ma Rulong to help, Ran Feidi pressed the button somewhere, and Wei Jiahuang disappeared.

Ran Wei asked her: "Do you know where you are going?"

Ma Rulong blushed and nodded.

The logistics minister who had just advised people to pursue progress said: "Theoretically, you have to at least sleep with the Assassin. This is the real meal. You don't have to say whether you want the Assassin or not. You have to complete the necessary steps. The boss will

See, at most you don’t have to take the initiative."

Ma Rulu lowered his head and said, "I understand."

Ran Wei said casually: "Go to rest early."

After the free activity, Ma Rulu returned to his normal state and asked: "What about you?"

"I'll keep watch."

Going to the master bedroom, using the light of the sky lantern outside the window, he saw the snoring Wei Jiahuang sleeping crookedly. The bed was slightly larger, more than three meters tall. Ma Rulu knew that someone was watching above, so he leaned down and lay down.

On the bed, he gently and gently straightened Wei Jiahuang and took off his clothes that had been dried, biting them lightly with silver teeth, and finally left him naked with only a pair of underwear covering his thin back.

Ma Rulu had worked overtime to study the bedroom settings the day before yesterday. Not only did he know that there was a lot of interest in the air, but he also knew it very well and was able to operate it with ease. It was a pity or luckily that the hero had no use at this time.

There were just curtains added out of thin air. Ma Rulong couldn't help but sigh. She undressed and took off her clothes, wearing only her underwear. She opened her thin back and turned her back to Wei Jiahuang. She got in. Then Ran Biidi closed the door of the bedroom.

Go to the entrance hall and sit down.

He was thinking: For her, it really doesn't matter whether she wins or loses. Whoever wins between the two families can't change the reality that she is just a tool. After all, it's what Park Vulture said - you can't reach the end without kicking the ball.

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But when you embark on the path of playing football, where do you leave the proud people, the top think tanks, the British, Chinese and British?

Ran Bidi can be a relaxed and comfortable volunteer. No matter what position or class, as long as you can really change the world, even if it is just the beginning, he is willing to help. But Ran Bidi cannot decide the will of others. For example, Wei Jia

The emperor could obviously take the right path, but he refused to do so.

Thinking of this, I can’t help but smile bitterly: If people preserve themselves, they will seek their own sense of existence. If pursuing too much is because of lack of self-confidence, what about the lack of self-confidence? Maybe there are two hurdles. The first one is self-confidence enough.

You can be a hermit. When your confidence is enough to cross the second threshold of self-confidence, you want to dominate the world. You are also tired, so you want to watch the storm with a relaxed smile. This is similar to Wei Jiahuang. If you can

Maybe someone like him would live a more carefree life without being brainwashed without the help of a magical waterproof computer. But why is Wei Jiahuang in so much pain?

Yes, he can play football.

Therefore, when he lives in this world, he should not be a hermit.

I am ball-blind, and I am blessed with this condition. I could have become a hermit without fighting against the world, but I cannot rely on my own independent will to establish independent consciousness. If I don't fight, it will be a question whether I can even be a human being. But once I fight,

, already in the whirlpool and unable to turn back.

You don't have to fight to endure the pain of not being a human being, unless you are Wei Jiahuang.

But if you are Wei Jiahuang, you have to endure the pain of being able to play football but not wanting to play football, and having no hope in the world. Because you can play football, and you happen to be that person, you cannot escape the mercy of fate.

You are always at the center of the whirlpool, fighting to the death.

If you are not Wei Jiahuang and are unwilling to live, you will have to endure the pain of fighting all your life, because you cannot open the correct way of fighting. Your life will not only be miserable and short, but will eventually fail: you can play football, but you are not Wei Jiahuang will lose his sense of autonomy at any time. After that, for you who are unwilling to compromise, it will not be considered alive; if you can't play football, you can't really change the world or even shake your own miserable fate in a real sense.

But some people are not miserable in this field. For example, Ying Zhongying, a top think tank, who wants to become a vested interest, they do not need to change the world, because even if they change, they cannot go back to the past. The past that was worshiped by others.

Emperor Wei Jia is dead, you or Emperor Qi will win.

Beipu bets that Nan Wei will not die, because he can only bet that he will not die.

Assuming that the world does not change, Park Eagle will gradually become an inhuman object. Even the wisest man in the world is like this, let alone himself who is wearing a waterproof computer.

He made fun of Sister Xiaoma for being a country brat, and the room was not fully utilized in case of emergency. So with the current destiny, could he ever use it to deal with human beings in case of emergency? What could he do by killing a Kedi? It was just drinking poison to quench his thirst.

What exactly do you want?

Do you use the pretense of gaining control of this world and use your deep understanding of the "Supplementary Rules" to make all football players kill each other and annihilate them in one fell swoop to avenge your beloved, or do you use the entire troubled world to bury her with her? Will you yourself die for your love?

That shouldn't be the case, right? What's the essential difference between you and Wei Jiahuang? They are both bent on seeking their own end.

Although you are the same kind, people have two sides, so you are different. You both preserve yourselves by becoming others' flags, but one wants to stand on the commanding heights, while the other wants to stay out of it and live a cool life.

The irony is that those who want to stand on the commanding heights do not have the corresponding abilities, but those who want to live a free and unrestrained life just have the fighting qualities that can support the correct struggle.

The world in the past was probably like this, but the conflicts would not be concentrated on two such sharp individuals.

If it were me, I would hope to be Wei Jiahuang.

I tapped the keyboard and found that the man and woman sleeping together were all asleep. I knew that the agreed time for acceptance had arrived.

He sighed and left the suite.

In the secret room of the Hall of Heroes, Zhuo clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work!"

Ran Wei sighed: "Are you still standing still?"

Zhufu pointed at a suspended screen: "Take a look at what they are doing?"

"This is?"

Ran Wei couldn't understand it for a moment.

A top think tank replied: "90,000 people stadium."

Of course Ran Feidi knew that this was a stadium with 90,000 people. There were 11 people on the court, but they were not the Xialu Zhongcao who would play here tomorrow. The distribution was relatively sparse, but it covered the whole stadium. They were all sitting on the ground, and they seemed to have made exactly the same people. Legal decision.

Zhuo Fu smiled and said: "This formation is called the 'Eye of the Lower Land', and there is no need to explain it. The purpose is to use the players' magical powers as an energy driver to provide Fatty Xu and the others with monitoring services for us, because it is the player's Supernatural powers are no trivial matter at all, and they are comparable to the effect and radiation range we rely on Fang Ci to parasitize destiny and monitor them."

Ran Wei was surprised and said: "Where are these players with such powerful magical powers?"

"Xialu Zhongcao——"

Ran Wei thought that this was impossible. He basically knew everything about Xialu Zhongcao.

He said the last four words: "the reserve team."

A wealthy family is a wealthy family. How can the Anna Karenina reserve team find 11 players with magical powers? Moreover, the magical powers are so great that even Xinjiang Grapes may not be able to do it. It is equivalent to using your own magical powers to drive a copycat that is not inferior to Destiny. system!

Fortunately, there is an explanation below: "Fan Qizhao used his privileges as mayor to provide these reserve team players with a limited-time 24-hour unlimited supply of magical powers from a stadium with 90,000 people."
Chapter completed!