dream redemption

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"Oh, this buddy is really awesome, it's a pity that he died like this."

A social youth full of ruffianism touched the silver earrings and let out a sigh.

"If you have a good ability, why don't you serve the country? Instead, you wreak havoc on your own motherland, alas..."

This is a veteran who participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and there are still three unremoved warheads stuck in his bones...

"I'm curious how he can stand against the army alone."

A middle-aged reporter wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a pen stuck in his chest said to his companion.

"Alone? Against the army?! You're kidding!"

Beside him was also a reporter, wearing black-rimmed glasses, obscene.

"Of course it's not a joke. When did the news come out of my know-it-all mouth? I'm an informant"!"

The reporter with gold glasses deliberately lowered his voice, and said to the companion beside him.

"Bragging! Your informant is still in the army?!"

The wretched reporter pinched his nostrils and dismissed his companion's words. The volume was loud enough for everyone in the car to hear.

"Cut! Just kidding."

Seeing that everyone's attention was almost attracted by his companion's words, the reporter with gold glasses quickly changed his words.

The passengers shook their heads and chatted with their companions, or the people behind and behind them.

"Damn! You fucking want to kill me!"

The Gold Glasses reporter took a hard shot of the wretched companion.The look of gnashing his teeth, wishing he could take a bite hard to relieve his anger.

"What's wrong? Is it really..."

"Nonsense! Of course it's true! You fucking almost killed me, do you know it's a state secret!"

.. "" The reporter with the gold-wire glasses glanced around like a thief, and after seeing no attention, he whispered: "It is said that this Murong Xiao, alone, wiped out an army of 1000 people. The country had no choice but decided to bomb it with missiles!"

"This!...impossible!...impossible at all! My family..."

The wretched reporter's eyes were full of disbelief.To get such news suddenly is no less than five thunderbolts, directly hitting the brain!

"Although most of them were deduced by me based on the news, but the jiu is inseparable. Thinking about it carefully, is this really the case?"

The Jinsi Glasses reporter made a look of emotion and said, "My condolences, min zhu's harmonious society..."

"How could they do this! I still don't believe it..."

The volume of the wretched reporter gradually became louder, and then turned down under the restraint of his companion's eyes.

"Hehe, such a society. There is no way. Meat eaters..."

"But. You said, "Fantasy Salvation Chapter 230 Eight Figures" that one person can fight against an army. Is it possible?"

The wretched reporter did not give up on the society, picked out the huge loopholes in the words of the reporter with gold glasses, and already had an affirmative answer in his heart.

"It's impossible for ordinary people, even super special forces, but what if it involves supernatural power? Is there not much real evidence about this recently? Do you remember that before he was wanted, there were reports of supernatural power , and later blocked by the police, and then the army came..."

The reporter with the gold-rimmed glasses speaks clearly and logically, and the more he speaks, the more reasonable he is.

"You mean, this person possesses supernatural powers?! Then aroused the country's hostility, and that's why the missile bombing happened?"

Although the wretched reporter was using a questioning tone, his tone became unknowingly certain.

"Almost, but don't talk nonsense, just treat it as a joke, we already know enough, we may be harmonized someday..."

"Fantasy Salvation" The reporter with gold-rimmed glasses gradually lowered his volume and disappeared.

Murong Xiao has a keen sense of hearing, and he heard every word of the conversations of the passengers on the bus, most of which were about his problems.

"I didn't expect that after a month, my files were all canceled, and I was still so famous..."

Slightly complaining in his heart, Murong Xiao turned to the bustling street scene outside the window with a lonely gaze.

The streets of city b are full of people coming and going, with various high-end hotels and luxury stores lined up, creating a prosperous and beautiful scene.

"pity……"

Separated by a window, there are two completely different worlds...

Murong Xiao couldn't help thinking of Qing Wu again, wondering if she was in danger in the mission world...

The bus passed by one stop after another, with passengers getting on and off, constantly changing, and getting fewer and fewer as it got closer to the suburbs.

……

"Entertainment Show" In a bustling living room, Xu Fugui leisurely read the newspaper, while the morning news broadcast was broadcast on the giant TV.

Disdainful of the content of the news, glanced at Xu Qing'er's sad expression, after all, she still didn't say anything, thinking in her heart that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

……

When the car reached the terminal, the young driver turned around and wanted to remind the last passenger on the car that he had arrived.

However, when his eyes wandered around in the car, he was surprised to find that the buddy who had just closed his eyes and meditated had disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"It's really a hell in broad daylight. Is it possible that I have presbyopia at such a young age?"

The driver muttered, parked the car, and prepared to leave for the next train.

After getting off the bus, there is a deserted tourist attraction not far away. The station was set up in the suburbs to facilitate some tourists. It is estimated that this station will be canceled in the near future.

Presented in front of Murong Xiao's eyes was a stretch of lofty mountains, luxuriant forests and bamboos, the air was full of moisture, and a jade belt could be faintly seen corresponding to the left and right, with clear and turbulent flows.

"It's really a good place..."

After walking briskly for a while, far away from the crowd, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, Murong Xiao couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"Yes, it is indeed a good place to bury bones."

A deep voice slowly came from behind him.Murong Xiao turned his gaze, and quietly landed on a black figure who was gradually approaching.

"It's a pity, but it's not for you."

The black figure approached slowly, his tone as slow as his pace.

"Oh, you are self-aware. It's really not suitable for me. Because you have already made a reservation."

Murong Xiao's tone was indifferent, and his gaze was calmly watching the figure's face covered in darkness.

"Huh! Arrogant fellow, everyone who died at my hands said so before."

The black figure paused, and said slowly: "But... in the end, they all turned into nourishment for my body..."

The black figure's tone was strange and terrifying, every word and every word was extremely gloomy.

When he said the last word, he raised his head that had been lowered. In the darkness, two scarlet rays of light flickered! (To be continued.)