When Han Ming threw a shining gold coin to the American, the American looked at the gold coin in his hand in a daze.
Han Ming was helpless. He had no money at all. He had no money on his body. Fortunately, in his own world, gold is also very valuable. If the man in front of him was not too stubborn, he should be able to exchange gold coins for a piece of clothing.
The man signaled Han Ming to wait for a moment, and took a big stroll and ran away in the distance.
Not long after, Han Ming actually found the American man walking towards him with two jing sects.
"Fuck! No??"
Han Ming shouted in disbelief, his body shaking quickly, and disappeared directly from the spot.
The American man took Jingzha to Han Ming's position just now, and saw that Han Ming had lost his trace. He immediately began to describe Han Ming's characteristics with Jingzha, and was waving the glittering gold coins in his hand.
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On the distant sea, Han Ming stretched out his two huge bone wings that were nearly five meters long together, soaring in the sky.
Knowing where you are, returning to China will naturally no longer be a problem.
With Han Ming's speed at this time, he only took one day and one night to see the coastline of China.
"Haha... the earth is still too small. It only took a day and a night to fly from Hawaii to China, and this time was placed in another world. Even the di Du who flew back to the Monte Empire from the wild forest could not be possible.
I know what those people in the other world are doing for, and I am so persistent in invading the earth."
Han Ming began to think about this issue while flying.
The earth is obviously too small for humans in another world. If those people in another world do not target their ideas on the earth, then their target is likely not the earth, but some other person outside the earth.
place.
Han Ming couldn't understand this question. He has always been in the Beimeng Continent, which has limited understanding of many things.
He raised his flight altitude again, and with his small size, the radar could not detect Han Ming at all.
Successfully landed in his hometown, h province.
Han Ming was excitedly clenched his fists and looked at the yellow-skinned and dark-haired and dark-eyed Chinese people. His emotions were a little out of control for a moment.
Han Ming suddenly knelt down on the street, lowered his head to kiss the land he loved deeply.
Han Ming once saw other people's actions in film and television works. At that time, he watched it with a feeling of disdain and ridicule. It was a bit too artificial to kiss the land. It was really good to act so fake.
OK.
But now Han Ming did this unconsciously. He fully understood how strong his longing for his hometown was. Not to mention kissing the land, he even had the urge to swallow the cute place in front of him.
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The pedestrians were watching Han Ming in surprise, dressed in a strange manner, the young man who was still smirking with dust on his face.
"Hello! Hello!!"
Han Ming was filled with tears and greeted everyone he could see in the Chinese he was most familiar with.
The plaques on both sides of the street are all familiar Chinese. There are the ramen restaurants, Chaos Halls, clothing stores, and the crowded cars and pedestrians coming and going on the streets. All of this is in Korea
Ming's eyes are so kind and so difficult to calm down.
Han Ming walked to a pawn shop with sobs and placed a gold coin on the counter.
Behind the counter was a guy who looked like a student. He held the gold coins in his hand and looked through them repeatedly, and closed the patterns and strange words that were all unprecedented in this young guy.
"Please wait." The guy greeted Han Ming and hurriedly walked backwards.
"Hey, I'll wait, it'll be fine for as long as I can." Han Ming nodded excitedly.
The guy looked back at Han Ming in confusion, muttering something and leaving.
After a while, a middle-aged man in a straight suit walked out, holding Han Ming's gold coins in his hand.
"Friend...please borrow a step to speak."
Han Ming knew in his heart that this middle-aged man must be the boss of the pawnshop. When he saw this strange gold coins, he might have regarded Han Ming as a cultural relic dealer or a tomb robber. Han Ming had no time to chat with them.
"Five thousand, the gold coins are yours. If you don't want them, give them back to me."
The boss frowned when he heard this and said, "Friend...I just want to ask..."
"Do you want it or not?" Han Ming interrupted.
The boss looked at the incomprehensible young man in front of him, and had no choice but to nod.
Walking on the street, Han Ming had already had a bulging amount of 5,000 cash in his pocket. He didn't have a bank card, so he directly asked for the cash he asked for. He threw the ticket into the trash can next to him.
Looking at everything in front of him, Han Ming couldn't express joy and couldn't express lingering.
The sky gradually darkened, and Han Ming had already put on a new and refreshing dress. He had a short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body and straight jeans on his lower body.
This most common outfit made Han Ming feel extremely excited.
"Damn it! How long hasn't worn jeans in it... It feels so fucking good!"
Han Ming smiled, bought another cross-body backpack and walked towards his home.
At night, several gangsters who were flowing in the air intercepted Han Ming in the dark alley.
A bald man with a tattoo on his body walked up to Han Ming: "Brother, brothers, are you a little nervous. Help me?"
Han Ming looked clearly like a college student who was not well-versed in the world. Especially his delicate and smooth skin, he didn't look like a person who had suffered in society no matter how hard he was.
Han Ming smiled foolishly, took out all the money and stuffed it into the bald head's hand: "Brother? I'm that much."
The bald man didn't expect Han Ming to be so awesome, and he couldn't react for a moment: "Enough... enough..."
Han Ming patted the bald young man on the shoulder: "Robbery well, live well, and enjoy life well. Everything you are experiencing now is happy. Really, please cherish your life well. No matter what you do, you can do it, tens of millions
We must live well." Han Ming said, and began to choke again.
In the past, Han Ming couldn't stand the chaotic public security in his family. But now, even if he is robbed, he feels it is a great happiness.
He said to the bald young man in his heart, cherish it. You don’t know how huge the price and effort I will pay for your current life. You don’t know, in order to make you dull, or even
I feel that my life is boring and can continue, and I will make a great sacrifice.
Everything is fine, no matter what you do. As long as humans can survive and be safe, it is my greatest comfort.
Looking at Han Ming's back gradually moving away, the bald young man stroked his head a few times with his hands and looked at each other with several accomplices: "Student who failed the exam? Is his head broken?"
Standing in front of the door of the house and looking through the window at his parents who occasionally passed by, Han Ming burst into tears.
How he wanted to rush in, hugged his parents hard and said to them: "Dad, mom, your son is back."
But he couldn't do this. Because he had to leave again. And for this departure, I don't know if there is a chance to come back in the future. I don't know when the struggle in another world will go on, maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years
.And at that time, his parents probably had already passed away.
Han Ming stood quietly in the corner of his doorstep, looking at his home with tears in his eyes until the sky shines slightly.
He quietly stuffed a letter into the crack of the door, and Han Ming knelt on the ground and kowtowed nine times in the direction of the house.
"Dad, mom, son is unfilial. I can't be filial to you."
Han Ming's face was tightly pressed against the cold ground, his right hand was placed in his mouth, and his teeth deeply bitten the flesh out of blood. Blood and tears fell to the ground. His body trembled violently, just to prevent himself from letting him go.
He cried out, alarming his parents who had raised him for eighteen years.
Walking on the street in the early morning, Han Ming burst into tears. While walking, he wiped away his tears with his sleeves. But a piece of tears disappeared, and more tears came again.
Han Ming's cry woke up the sleeping people on both sides. The cleaners who came out to clean the streets in the morning looked at each other.
"Why is this kid crying so miserably? It's so pitiful..."
Han Ming cried, turned his head and said to the cleaner, "Hello Auntie!"
"Hey, hey, aunty is very good. Young man, do you have any worries?"
Han Ming shook his head and left crying.
Who said men cannot cry? Han Ming once thought that men who can cry were the most unreliable. But in the past few years, he has cried more than once.
Especially this time, he cried so thoroughly and so out of control.
Crying, like a flood that broke through the river embankment, broke through all the defense lines in Han Ming's heart. The longing for such a long time completely broke out at this moment.
There were already people preparing for a busy day on the street, some of whom were chewing with fried dough sticks in their mouths and looked sideways at the man crying while walking.
"Hello uncle!" Han Ming cried and greeted someone.
"Hello nainai! Hello grandpa!"
"Ah!!! Woo!!"
Han Ming knew that he must be very scary and funny now. But he just couldn't calm down.
"Child, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying like this?"
An old man who was practicing in the morning quickly caught up with Han Ming and asked with concern.
Han Ming wiped his tears crying and said, "Uncle, I feel uncomfortable. I miss home."
"Silly kid, go home if you miss home."
"I can't go back, I really can't go back." Han Ming could only see the blurry face of the old man in front of him through the surging tears.
"Is something wrong at home?"
Han Ming sniffed and choked, "Yes!"
"Good boy, stop crying. How could such a thing happen to you, look at how you look so pretty? Have you had breakfast? Let's go, the uncle will take you to dinner."
"Yeah, thank you, Mr."
The old and the young found a stall to buy breakfast and sat down.
“What to eat?”
"Fried fried dough sticks, tofu brain. Add chili tofu brain and add more fried dough sticks. I also want sesame cakes, pancakes, fruits, egg-filled cakes, and soy milk."
Han Ming said while wiping his tears.
The old man was amused by Han Ming's appearance: "Okay, I want it all, I'll buy it for you."
"Thank you, Mr."
"Don't cry anymore."
"Um."
Han Ming held the tofu brain, and tears fell into the bowl like beads with broken threads.
A cold-faced person beside him passed by. Han Ming's body shook violently and turned his head to look at the pedestrian.
"Magic power..." Han Ming looked at the pedestrians crying, and was suddenly shocked. He didn't expect to meet a person from the hanging city so soon.
The man also looked back at Han Ming, and saw Han Ming staring at him, feeling a little tempted.
"Why look at me?"
Han Ming was stunned. He didn't expect that this person from another world could speak Chinese. This was beyond his expectations. It seemed that the other world had a much more understanding of the earth than Han Ming thought.
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"Nothing." Han Ming shook his head and lowered his head to continue eating and drinking.
Now he is too lazy to care about whether it is a hanging city or not. The food in his hometown is what he pays most attention to. Anyway, there is still one month left, so it is impossible for these people to arrange the magic circle in a short time.
Otherwise, you don’t have to spend a lot of effort to break the space crack with the Vulcan Seal and keep it for a month.dd