"If there is anything you haven't done yet, hurry up. We don't have much time on earth."

After Bai Yujun finished speaking, he slowly rose again and continued the unfinished secret technique of dragon language. As just said, the time on earth is really running out.

It may take a long, long time to come back next time.

Zhenbei smiled bitterly and shook his head.

There is really nothing to do in this life.

You may say you are poor, but you still have food to eat. You may say you are not poor, but you are always running around and working hard to stay alive.

I can't get rich and I can't starve to death. I wear clothes that have been worn for a long time and have worn-out soles. Every time I pass by a high-end restaurant, I think that I will go in for a meal when I get rich. I never dare to step into a brand store and eat.

A lunch box that I had to eat even though I knew it might be bad.

Drink tap water secretly when no one is looking.

I like to play games at night, because no one in the game knows or cares who you are or whether you are shabby or not. There are not so many bad things among players. The world in the game is often more comfortable than reality.

When I pass by a lottery station, I buy two of them, knowing that I won't win the jackpot.

In fact, more often than not, they buy the idea of ​​continuing to live, and use the possibility of winning the lottery to change their lives next time to anesthetize themselves to continue living.

I live hard just because I have such a pitiful hope, otherwise what can I do?

The word "poor" is too heavy for people to stand upright. When talking on the phone with their hometown, all the conversations are about spending money. If you are rich, who would talk about depressing topics? Who wouldn't want to talk about taste, refinement, elegance, and decision-making?

What I am thinking about is not the so-called personal cultivation, but money.

Zhenbei has been running around for money for so many years, and there really isn't much to miss.

I feel more disappointed.

Regarding leaving, I actually felt a little relaxed inside.

I just don’t know what Bailong meant when he said it still takes some time to practice...

I touched Mao Yatou's head, too lazy to think too much.

Just go, go out and have a look.

There are only too many memories left in this place. It has been hundreds of years, and I remember desperately that I can't bear to let go. Since Bailong said that she has a way, then believe her. There is a feeling in the dark that what Shenlong said is equivalent to a promise.

I dug through all my pockets and found half a cigarette butt that was soaked and cold.

Holding the crumpled cigarette butt between his fingers, he hesitated for a moment and shook his head. He flicked it lightly and half of the cigarette butt fell into the snow.

Look up at the sky.

The wormhole is still hanging in the dark clouds, but the ugly monster is gone.

It was gloomy and dim, with flying snow and a super huge translucent white dragon circling and dancing nimbly.

The dragon's tail flicks around the slender figure that emits waves.

"It's so beautiful..."

He breathed a hot breath and couldn't look away from the sky. Several soldiers leaned against the vehicle with their backs. They were not energetic because of their injuries. They even felt that their whole bodies were full of strength. At this moment, their eyes were filled with the divine appearance of dragons.

Zhenbei walked over and leaned against the car together, resting their elbows on the hood and looking up at the sky.

He was talking to himself as if he was exhorting a few soldiers.

"We can go from the long history to today, not by God, but by our ancestors who dared to fight and fight step by step to overcome obstacles. Those fabricated for power in the later period can never replace the blood and sweat shed by our ancestors, otherwise it is betrayal.

Remember, we don’t believe in God, we only believe in ourselves.”

The soldiers turned their heads, their eyes becoming more and more confident...

Zhenbei smiled and patted the shoulders of the brothers of life and death.

"Remember what you saw today, believe that our totems and the propaganda that slanders Shenlong all have a purpose. You must have your own brain instead of believing what others say. After all, it is just a few characters on the Internet, and it is not worth putting your heart and soul into.

letter."

After a pause, he continued.

"I'll be relying on you from now on. Remember, believe in yourself and never abandon your ancestors."

As he spoke, Zhenbei's eyes gradually glowed red.

As the Dragon Language spell progresses, Zhenbei can vaguely sense nine other selves...

The machine gunner scratched his head.

"It feels like having red eyes doesn't look like a decent person in the movie."

Hearing this, the little proprietress of the burrito stall pinched her waist and raised her cat ears.

"Meow~ Justice does not depend on appearance, but on what you do. Although I am a demon, I am willing to fight to protect the land beneath my feet. This is our common home."

The machine gunner's face turned red with embarrassment. He was right. Justice depends on what he does. Although the ethnic groups are different, the kitten demon belongs to his 'own'.

"Yes, this is our common home."

Stretching out his hands, the other three soldiers also stretched out their hands and folded them together. Then they all looked at the little cat demon. The wife of the burrito stand snorted and stretched out her small hands, and the big and small hands came together...

Zhenbei is very happy that they can stand together after experiencing life and death together. That sentence is correct, this is our common home.

The dragon language with cryptic syllables continued.

Mysterious, desolate and remote.

Gradually, Zhenbei felt breathless and heavy, and the war-torn old dynasty kept flashing before his eyes!

The memory and feeling of being defeated and killed in that year came flooding back instantly.

Not once, but nine times of memory and feeling of dying in battle were superimposed on the body at the same time, nine times of pain and despair!

"ah……!"

He held his head hard and roared heartbreakingly, his eyes became increasingly red!

Bai Yujun narrowed his eyes slightly and remained unmoved. He chanted dragon language characters one by one with his red lips. If you gain something, you will lose something. If you want to gain powerful power, you don't rely on incompetent anger. You have to endure pain that ordinary people can't bear. Heaven will only

It rains, snows and hails without falling into pieces.

The tone of the dragon's voice increased again, and the waves emitted finally locked onto the body of Ninth Zhenbei.

After locking, Bai Yujun opened her beautiful red phoenix eyes and ended the long dragon language spell.

"Wake up..."

The sound flew into the distance with the wind.

A distant old capital and a modern city.

The suburbs of the old capital were cold and desolate under the cold wind of early winter. Suddenly, the clouds in the sky condensed into the shape of a coiled dragon, entrenched over the wasteland of the ancient battlefield. The dragon-shaped clouds emitted luster, attracting many people to stop and watch and discuss.

There are a lot of traffic jams on the highway.

Passengers felt uncomfortable after sitting in the car for a long time, so they got out of the car to get some fresh air, taking pictures and pointing at the strange clouds in the sky. Suddenly, someone noticed something moving in the wasteland on the roadside.

"Look! What is that?"

I saw the wild grassland on the roadside suddenly trembling, shaking up the thin layer of snow.

The ground is like thunder, the vibration frequency is getting faster and faster, and cracks in the ground are spreading.

When seeing such a vision these days, almost no one is afraid except for a small number of timid people who will be afraid, and they will even gather to watch in excitement.

"Could it be for subway construction, or maybe someone secretly mined and dug through."

"Let me tell you, it's very likely that the Earth Dragon has turned around. We used to be the capital in ancient times."

A certain young man added hastily.

"It could also be zombies, black zombies, white-haired zombies, flying zombies or something like that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dust and snow on the ground suddenly exploded.

An arm appeared with a bang...

The young man was dumbfounded. He swore that it was really just a joke...

I saw the hand holding the ground hard, and a tall figure emerged from the soil and stood up. The armor was rusty and scarred everywhere, and there were many rotten arrows stuck in the gaps in the armor. He was wearing a helmet, and the armor was broken and rotten, with flesh and blood.

Half rotten and half alive, quite terrifying.

His eyes were glowing red, and he was filled with evil spirits, like an ancient soldier who was suddenly resurrected.

The scene fell silent, and the onlookers were stunned.

The terrifying figure looked back towards the city, speaking two vague words with a hoarse voice.

"Heaven...ce!"

The blood red and black evil spirit lingering around the body, the thin snow, the grass, the lonely back, the road is endlessly lonely.

Suddenly, a desolate dragon roar seemed to resound in the sky.

The corpse raised its head and was pulled into the air by a mysterious force, flying in a certain direction against the biting cold wind.
Chapter completed!