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- The darkest hour of the day is the time before dawn.
Qin Wuzheng stood alone in front of the broken cemetery and stopped silently.
The whole person seemed to melt into the black shadow like ink.
His heart was filled with countless negative emotions.
Tired.
Wronged.
angry.
Powerless.
Qin Dongbei didn't treat him very well, or even badly.
But at least it ensures that he has enough food and clothing to grow up, and this kind of upbringing alone is enough for him to support Qin Dongbei until his death.
Therefore, after the fall of Tiansheng Group, Qin Dongbei's power tree collapsed and scattered.
No one ever misses the man who once stood at the top of the world.
Only he, Qin Wuzheng, scraped together money to help Qin Dongbei take care of his funeral.
This process has suffered a lot and suffered a lot of embarrassment.
? I have seen the inconstancy of the human world that I have never seen before.
He endured everything silently and worked hard to get over it.
No one can tell how much courage it takes for a noble and proud son of the Qin family to put everything down in the eyes of outsiders and ask for help.
Especially at this age when he suddenly lost his father, and the mother Wu Keru is a weak woman who only knows how to cry and can't support her.
? For Qin Wuzheng.
It is no different from the sky falling.
But he finally gritted his teeth and insisted on finishing the matter.
The whole process was done by himself, and many things that should be handled by elders with a higher "rank" were handled by him alone.
From beginning to end, from not understanding to understanding, from confusion to proficiency.
Today, he can be said to be the best at dealing with his father's funeral among his peers.
If someone accidentally dies a father.
Seeking him for help is absolutely familiar and methodical.
But now.
The hard work and hard work was ruined by others.
Without letting him take a good breath, all the hard work was in vain.
Only an empty cemetery was left as if mocking his incompetence.
Qin Wuzheng looked at the messy ground.
Painfully closed his eyes.
He didn't hate Wang Wen who killed his father. In his opinion, everything was Qin Dongbei's own choice. Since he wanted to kill others, he had to be prepared to be killed by others.
There is nothing to say that everyone is equal before life and death.
He just lamented that he was too weak to guard his father's grave.
Still have to go to the enemy who killed his father for help.
was also rejected.
Full of grief, indignation and pain gathered in his heart, his air cavity was so full of pain that he wanted to cry, but he just wanted to shout with all his strength.
Shouted until his throat became hoarse.
Shouted so heart-piercingly.
It's better to shout even the vocal cords. It's not bad to be a mute who can't tell the truth for the rest of his life.
He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and shouted towards the deep and dark mountains: "Ah!!!"
Just halfway through shouting, he was interrupted by a voice behind him.
"What should I do if the neighbors are resting here early in the morning, crying ghosts and howling wolves!"
Qin Wuzheng turned around abruptly, staring at the person with wide eyes.
Just saw a picture that he will never forget.
In his line of sight.
A figure slowly walked out of the darkness.
Just at this time, a ray of dawn appeared on the far horizon.
The silky light slanted over.
That figure stood under the light like that, talking to him calmly.
Qin Wuzheng will never forget this scene for the rest of his life.
He will never forget the man who walked out of the morning light when he was most lonely and helpless.
Even if the other party is the murderer who killed his father.
"Anyway, there's nothing to do out of the tower ahead of time, so come and have a look." Wang Wen looked into the distance wearing a rosy light, and sincerely praised: "I have a good vision, and the scenery is good."
When the most helpless time came, he seemed to be the most reliable person in the world today.
Qin Wuzheng's nasal cavity was sore.
Suffering broke the embankment and collapsed thousands of miles.
He looked at Wang Wen who was looking at his surroundings by himself, and his mood was so complicated that he couldn't describe it in words.
Hearing the other party's praise, Qin Wuzheng said in a muffled voice: "It's not my opinion, it's a matter of spending money well these days."??There are professionals to help choose the scenery, this should be the best cemetery of the same size. "
Wang Wen, who was dispersing energy and penetrating into the ground to observe the techniques used in the Western Continent with five micro-techniques, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "Really? Then I will also move my parents' tombs over later, and the two of them Up to now, they are still pitifully crowded in the cemetery of the tablets I bought with a few hundred points, and the grids are so small that they almost can¡¯t fit the relics."
Qin Wuzheng pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly, showing an expression of not knowing whether it was a smile or not.
? Seeing Wang Wen repeatedly checked for a long time, he finally fell into deep thought.
He hastily asked, "Do you have any idea?"
Wang Wen broke away from her thoughts, thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "There is no aura of supernatural skills or world tower props. The opponent seems to have destroyed it purely by human power."
Qin Wuzheng nodded: "It should be that people in the Western Continent hate the World Tower the most, and it is definitely impossible to use the ability obtained by the World Tower."
Wang Min pursed her lips and didn't answer.
He actually didn't say anything.
There is no breath of extraordinary skills and props, but there is another smell that he is very familiar with.
The taste of divine power!
Wang Wen was a little surprised.
how come?
Could it be that people in the Western Continent also have divine power and are already able to use it normally?
He had never been in contact with the Western Continent in his previous life, because Qin Dongbei lived a good life in his previous life, so naturally there was no grave-digging incident.
Divine power is the highest quality energy source he has discovered so far.
If the Western Continent has divine power.
Then it is really necessary to get to know those guys in depth.
Think of it here.
Wang Wen took out her mobile phone and sent a few messages to Chen Hansheng and others.
Qin Wuzheng watched anxiously from the sidelines, and couldn't help asking: "Then what should we do next?"
"With the help of the Bo'ai Group, we will send out manpower to search for it. Just wait for the news patiently." After Wang Wen said lightly, she stretched her waist and walked down the mountain, muttering to herself: "It's still early, so I should be able to make up for it." Sleep."
The sky is bright.
He embarrassment who just had brunch in the college cafeteria is in a good mood.
In the early morning, exchanging treasures with Mo Ran felt relieved.
He also received verbal praise from Wang Min who said, "It was a great help."
He embarrassment has a sense of accomplishment that is recognized.
He looked back and forth at the "advanced" one, and felt that this prop was his blessing. He couldn't help but wash it with water, wipe it with a cloth, and kiss it again and again.
Walking around, I met Song Ping'an's family of three walking towards the parking lot near the portal.
"Old Song." He embarrassed said hello: "Where are you going? I remember that your house seems to be in the fourth district, right? Why do you have time to come to the fifth district today?"
Song Pingan hurriedly stopped, raised the congratulatory gift in his hand and said with a smile: "My brother-in-law lives here, and his billiard room opened today. I'll come and help him celebrate together."
"Opening?" He awkwardly leaned over and walked side by side in high spirits: "That's good! It happens that I have nothing to do on Sunday and let's go for a lively walk!"
Song Pingan quickly took his daughter's hand and said, "Say hello to Uncle He."
Song Lele shouted to He Embarrassed in a childish voice: "Hello, Uncle He."
He embarrassingly groaned and took out a "reward" for helping Zhu Xingguo copy props together and handed it to Song Lele, saying: "This is Xiao Lele, if you don't prepare it, take it as a meeting gift, don't call me uncle, Call me brother, hehe!"
"That's so embarrassing!" Song Pingan felt that both the props and the title were too cheap, so he couldn't help but stop him.
Cai Yiyao, who has been silently following her husband by her side, naturally recognizes He Embarrassment, who is now very popular in the circle of tower climbers.
He also thanked him and said: "Boss He, you are too polite, Lao Song usually takes care of you a lot, so I have the nerve to accept such a valuable thing."
"It's okay, it's okay, the boss said that the treasure or the rare ones below the seven hundredth floor are jelly beans!" He embarrassingly stuffed the pill together with the box into Song Lele's hands, smiling heartlessly: "It's good for children, long-term Body."
Several people were standing near the portal and talking.
The portal lights up again. </div> - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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