Thanks to the two friends [Indifferent Qiuyuan] [Bitter Winter March] for the reward, thank you, hehe.
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Yuwen's old house.
It was already evening when she came back from White Lion City. Yuwen Yun kept Yuwen Xiaobao talking in the room all afternoon, all because she was so happy to know about Yuwen Xiaobao's contribution to the family.
And what Yu Wenyun said was nothing more than some Chun Chun instructions for Yu Wen Xiaobao not to be arrogant, to be humble, and to listen to the words of the seniors in the clan.
Yuwen Xiaobao also listened to Yuwen Yun's chatter all afternoon, but he was in a surprisingly good mood, because this afternoon, Yuwen Yun was always smiling, and this was not what Yuwen Xiaobao wanted to see.
Of.
Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, Yuwen Xiaobao suddenly felt a kind of loneliness. He smelled the familiar smell of the cigarette and looked at the familiar moon in the sky, but felt a burst of sadness in his heart for no reason.
The extended induction force filled the whole room, and Yuwen Xiaobao entered the supermarket.
"Hello sir, may I help you in any way?"
"Well······"
Yuwen Xiaobao really didn't think about buying anything. In fact, he just wanted to find someone to talk to.
"Sir, you don't seem to be in a good mood."
"Have you noticed this?" Yuwen Xiaobao smiled bitterly.
"Haha, do you need to buy something for entertainment?"
"Entertainment?" Yuwen Xiaobao was stunned, yes, why don't you buy some...
"Forget it." Yuwen Xiaobao showed a hint of excitement but immediately gave up the idea. Now is not the time to relax and have fun.
Immediately, Yuwen Xiaobao left the supermarket, crossed his legs on the bed and immediately summoned the Holy Spirit Art.
Keep improving yourself and persevere!
Only in this way can we succeed. If we slack off and lose our mental strength, the previous efforts will probably be lost with the flow of water.
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Time flies, and twenty days pass in the blink of an eye.
During these twenty days, Yuwen Xiaobao kept practicing, practicing, and practicing every day! He would go to the city to see his mother every few days.
Occasionally, Yu Wen Honglie would call him into White Lion City to discuss some matters. According to his grandfather, the Bai family would never just let it go silently. That was not the kind of person Bai Tianhe was.
Therefore, the Yuwen family, whether it is Yuwen's mansion in White Lion City or the fire ore mine outside the city, is carefully on guard, just in case, and has not transported any more flame stones to Chiyan City for the time being.
And Yuwen Xiaobao also secretly went to the Bai family to investigate in a spaceship from time to time. Without thinking, there was really no movement in the Bai family. It was the same as it was in the past.
At night.
The cigarette in his mouth moved from the left to the right, and then from the right to the left. Yuwen Xiaobao felt inexplicably unhappy. After taking a deep breath, he spit the cigarette butt on the ground and threw two more sticks into his mouth.
Sugar alcohol.
Looking at the empty night sky, a sense of irritability surged out for no reason. This feeling made Yuwen Xiaobao very unhappy.
Could something happen tonight?
Yuwen Xiaobao spread his mind power and instantly searched the five-mile radius, but found nothing. Is it really because he was too lonely?
If you endure it for one more night, the freezing period will end tomorrow. Then buy ten more ten-level star supplement pills, and when you become a ten-level star fighter, then I will really not be afraid of anyone!
But you have to know that not to mention the Siro Empire, but also the entire Puluo Continent, there are so many star warriors that it’s hard to count them all, let alone the tenth level of stars! Although there are still saint kings and Shi Yuan on the stars.
, however, it seems that there are very few legends of those two levels left in this world.
Thinking of this, Yuwen Xiaobao felt a little excited in his heart, spit out the boring xylitol, crossed his legs, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing...
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Huh? What is this place?
In the Yuwen family's old house, who is that baby? The one holding the baby is... mother? Why is she so young? Could that baby be me?
Well······
Where is this? It's magnificent, with pavilions and pavilions, the palace of Zhendong Prince! Isn't that Wu Zhengfeng and his mother? I was so small at that time, crawling back and forth between their knees.
We, Wu Zhengfeng, officially announced that Yu Wenyun will be removed from the title of Princess, and His Royal Highness Wu Xiaobao will be expelled from the Palace...
Brother! Let me tell you, it was I who asked my master to injure you. Why? Idiot! If I don’t expel you from the palace, how can I become His Highness...
It hurts! My head hurts!!
Yuwen Xiaobao held his head and opened his mouth to scream, but suddenly found that he couldn't scream? He was frightened, and cold sweat instantly covered his body. He was panicking, and suddenly he was in Yuwen's house again.
In the flame stone mine, thirty or so corpses were clearly visible behind the mine!
What's going on? A dream?
At this time, the corpse on the ground suddenly stretched out its hand to grab Yuwen Xiaobao. Yuwen Xiaobao wanted to move away, but couldn't move. He watched helplessly as pairs of bloody hands slowly stretched out towards him, and then pulled him down to the ground!
What's going on? Tell me, this is a dream!
I want to wake up! Wake up!!
Yuwen Xiaobao kept shouting and struggling in his heart, but it was useless. His feet had been pulled into the ground and were still falling, bit by bit, sinking to the ground.
Huchi! Huchi! Huchi...
Yuwen Xiaobao felt that a thousand kilograms of weight was pressed on his heart, and he could hardly breathe. A pressure surged out of his throat from the inside out, as if all the breath in his body was being drained. Soon, Yuwen
Xiaobao felt that his brain was a little short of oxygen, his breathing was so heavy that he could hardly continue, and his thinking began to become blurry...
Did he die like this? Did he die in a dream, or did he really die like this?
No! I can’t die!! No matter it’s a dream or whatever, I can’t die!!!
Dreams are the sustenance of spiritual power. If you can't survive in a dream, wouldn't you be even less able to survive in this cruel reality?
God has given me a chance to play cards again. The cards have just been dealt and I haven’t started playing yet. How could I just admit defeat like this!!!
Can't die! Can't die! Can't die!!!
"ah!!!"
Yuwen Xiaobao suddenly roared into the sky, jumped up, and stood up from the bed. Then he spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell down, and fell from the bed to the ground.
Dream! It was just a fucking dream!!
Yuwen Xiaobao breathed out a sigh of relief and didn't even get up. He sat on the ground, took out a cigarette and lit it. He took two puffs and finally calmed down his heaving chest. He casually wiped his forehead and saw that his hands were covered with cold sweat.
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His eyes scanned the blood on the ground.
He frowned: Is it really a dream? Vomiting blood because of a dream?
wrong!!!
Yuwen Xiaobao turned over and got up, spitting out the cigarette from his mouth. As soon as the induction force spread, he immediately touched a powerful induction: There is someone!
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[Everyone is very interested in recommending, so I won’t ask for recommendations. My friends, I would like to collect one for Xiaoli. I sincerely ask for it, thank you.]