The cooked ducks flew. No man can tolerate such humiliation. Gu Tiehua's grief is the amount of alcohol. The amazing amount of wine with the steward Lao Zhao to the old and white of the old man, the sailor of the whole ship is filled down one by one. These sailors are these sailors. I have n’t learned anymore, the honest person who has a straightforward temperament. How can I know that the Chinese people when they drink alcohol. It is 11 o'clock in the night. Except for the chief of the motorcycle on duty in the front cabin. There is no one in the rice hall that can sit in the rice hall. The man who does not fall. The ground is full of people on the ground. The sailors snoring, spitting wine, blowing nose bubbles, and sleeping with dreams sweetly. Show the cup. Shake and walk through the battlefield of the corpse: "The pure rice shochu of 40 degrees. No matter how much drinking it, it is just a soaking. Let's ... it seems that you don't have to prepare for supper today. "
Holding the wall through the corridor. Gu Tie stood outside Aqi Wei's room for five minutes. Finally, he shook his head. He returned to his room in one step. Lying on a bed like an iron coffin. Open the tablet and watch the boring one. Japanese TV series. Sleeping has not hit. As the wine is dispersed. Gu Tie's eyes are getting bigger and bigger. It is so awake like an owl that dispatches in the middle of the night. He climbed out of bed and poured a glass of water to drink. Several circles. Try to play half -eight -pole boxing. This force. It is not clumsy to find that the body is not his own. The action is more clumsy than a three -year -old child.
"Ah. Boring, boring." He fluttered on the floor. Looking at the stain -stain ceiling. The life on the boat was easier to adapt than he thought. Hallers; these old and coarse sailors have a straightforward personality and cuteness. It greatly changes his impression of the Japanese. The stagnation is quiet. Isn't it a fairy.
But there is a commotion in Gu Tie's bones to rise. Just like tens of millions of little ants lined up in the bone marrow. There was no itch on the whole body. In the words of Dr. Tao Xie, this is the wound that was stuck by the protein zipper for self -repair self -repair self -repair self -repair self -repair self -repair self -restoration It can feel itchy. It means that the nerves are correctly connected. It is a good thing worthy of being fortunate. However, the Chinese themselves understand that this commotion is not from the senses. Instead, it comes from the soul.
Running outside, fighting, when he was born and died. He always wanted to find a place facing the sea of spring in the sea. All kinds of flowers. Raise dogs. He leisurely with your beloved woman; but once he leisure. The sense of emptiness is in the heart. Numerous voices sounded from the limbs. It was remitted into a series of endless questions in the brain: then, then. Then, what, what to do. Then what to do. Then what to do. Then what should be done? Then what to do. Where should I go? Then who should happen to and what kind of thing should be? Then, how about, then. Then.
He suddenly rang his childhood. At that time, he came to China. He had just had a half -hanging Zizi Mandarin with the steward Lao Zhao Xuexue who was overflowing with the local accent of Cangzhou, Hebei. Boxing. "
"Chinese Kung Fu." Xiao Gu Tie's eyes lit up. "I know it is unrealistic from the scientific point of view. But at least it can become better than most people."
Lao Zhao rubbed his face hard: "The ancestors of our ancestors said that martial arts were to cultivate their body. In fact, they were all nonsense. The old society was practicing martial arts to eat. The new society was to practice martial arts for your words. It is better than people. I teach you boxing. I want to let you have a dependence on life in the future. Your face is rich and rich, but toil in your life. In this life, you will inevitably fight hard. When you die, you will know. Today, my old Zhao said it is no longer. "
"What are the faces. China superstition." The young man who was beyond ordinary people sneered at this.
"At that time, your kid will know." Lao Zhao still said that.
Now think about it. Old Zhao is simply the life of Norchadama Gu Gu in Cangzhou, Hebei. The life summarizes in one sentence is "self -finding trouble". Appreciate the lakes and mountains. The mountain road on the seventy -two -two abduction appears again ... But what can it be? Destiny is determined by personality. The Chinese only report to a bitter smile.
Gu Tie decided to log in to the "world". He couldn't go to the quantum network to hang out. Because his account was watched by countless people. But if he guess it is right, the data interface of "World", running the database is independent of civilian networks independent of civilian networks. . It can be said that it is an independent peach blossom source in the crisis. Nevertheless, in a cautious attitude, he originally intended to reach the "World" through the satellite antenna after arriving in the Gonghai Sea. Under the monitor. But at this time, it was boring. Gu Tie calculated the potential risks. I still plan to go back and see.
He now manages the landing world called "back". Because of what is doing, he always remember the 17 -year -old boy in that world. Zhuang Zhou Mengdie is a beautiful legend. Gu Tie will not be mixed with two worlds. Sitting in a lonely boat, he missed the feeling of being surrounded by partners in the world of starlight. He was lying on the bed. Connect to the network. The blue welcome interface spreads in front of him. "Oh. Two things. First. Try the effect of the transformation of the chip. See if I can call Mona out to play; second. Tell him the news of the "World" client. The terrible news that is coming ... "
"I'm back." The man closed his eyes. He said to himself.
Open your eyes again. I find that I am in the center of the earth. There is no partner next to them. The teenager in the game. It is more lonely than the man in reality. The light gray sky screen is low. There is a burning city on the skyline. The corpse's earth is all over the field of the flames. The wind blows up the 17 -year -old boy's clothes. The burnt smelly stink of the burning corpse is taken to the distance.
"Devil." Jona's soul fluctuated calmly. "I guess you should almost appear."
"What happened." Gu Tie shocked.
"You can watch it yourself. That's what you are good at. Isn't it?" Jona's voice faintly: "I'm tired. Let me rest. Take a break ... This body.
"Hey. Wait a minute." Gu Tie screamed. But the teenager's soul was silent. He didn't make a little response.
There was a sudden sound of the sound of Gu Tie turned around. A scarred soldier was dragging the blood -stained Zhan Ge. There was a strange smile. He murmured with the words that he couldn't understand. Ge Ge chopped it. The hands were burned and the flesh was blooming.
Gu Tie Shen's waist turned a horse. The staff was stabbed from the back of the waist and eyes. It hit the soldier's chest. This is a trick in the octopus. The foundation in the basis of the boxer. The soldier flew out for five steps. Lie down in the sky. There is a large hole in the chest. Black blood and organs flow out. You can struggle and think about standing up.
"What do you do." The Chinese said in surprise. "He is simply a dead man ... Is there a saying that there is a zombie here."
He picked a tip. A discontinued spear flew into his hand. "Well." The broken spear pierced into the ground fiercely. Passing through the eye socket. Put the soldier's head on the ground. Gu Tie breathed a breath. . This teenager's body is growing rapidly. The power that can be used is surprising. Because of the physical bonus of the moonlight elves contract, the boxing technique of this body has greatly exceeded the power of the real world. He feels like he feels The coordination with the body is getting better and better. There is an amazing illusion of "this is my body".
There is no doubt. This is a war. Gu Tie looked around. There were accumulated corpses on the plains. The smoke rose. . Because the deceased hugged, entangled with a ball of twisting. The blood and the mud blurred the coat on the flag.
"Wait a moment ..." He suddenly narrowed his eyes. The city that burned in the distance made him familiar with his heart. The huge heavy house occupied. The towering Taiji graphic city wall, gray and black stone building. The broken tower that pierces the sky in the haze. The Tongtian Tower that cut off from the middle is like a sharp broken sword to point to the sky ... There is no doubt. That is the "Tianxuan" of the Kings of the Assassin. At the foot of Xuan. It is the mysterious place that has been brilliant in the history of the Eastern Continent for thousands of years.
Longjia Mansion.
Longjia Mansion is burning.
Gu Tie looked back at it. Sure enough. On the skyline in another direction, there is a tall black city. Yin. Pingyin City silently stared at the war. Like an outsider who did not care about itself.
"Buw ..." Suddenly a few white light lit up on the battlefield. Gu Tie turned around again. The pastor who saw the white robe walked in the corpse pile. Hold the Bible in his hand. Every time the light flashed. There are several corpses slowly creeping. Open the turbid eyes. Pull out the blood of the blood on the blood of the blood.