Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

When nothing is more, the mad dog has also fantasized about his death.

Like the hot-blooded teenagers of the Stars Federation, he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of death and obscurity.

That was the most dangerous time of the old federation. The folk customs were extremely embarrassing. Various war games and hero films were popular. All the 16-year-olds, regardless of whether the roots or other roots were not fully developed, were full of blood and nowhere to vent their boys. We all imagine the death of the heroes in the game and the film. It is best to open the sword and the sword to kill the four sides, three days and three nights. After leaving the **** sea of ​​the beast, behind the first **** dawn. With a hot crystal cannon rushing towards the overwhelming beast, leaving one or two words that are enough to load the history textbook is the perfect way to die.

At that time, the mad dog couldn’t think of it anyway, and he would die like this, and he would die like a not-smelling fart.

It was the golden age of his life. At that time, he was the pride of the sky, the man of the wind, and the super-genius of the public.

He once thought that the fate was destined for a long time. The front is brilliant, it is thrilling, it is a sigh of relief, it is vigorous, even if he is not the whole world, at least it is the absolute protagonist of this side.

However, the arrival of "that person" completely smashed his dream and lived up to the fate of his unopened fate!

Overnight, the situation suddenly changed, the father was imprisoned, all the family property was fined, and he still owed a large debt, and he also suffered a double blow from the physiology and the soul. He became famous in the circle and eventually did not have a major university. Willing to accept, can only rush to attend a second-rate college.

The world and destiny he had thought had collapsed.

Affected by this, he was devastated and spent two decades of bleak years.

It's not that he doesn't want to cheer up, but every time he is ready to regroup and work hard, the message of "that person" is like a lingering ghost.

If it is just a general "opponent" or "enemy", you may be able to practice hard to catch up and take revenge.

But "that person" is a monster that is uncompromising. Every time the news is so earth-shattering and shocking, it makes him completely desperate, and there is no heart to confront.

He was disheartened. He didn't have the courage to compete with the "man". It doesn't mean that the storm that "the man" rolled up would not hit him.

With the strength and fame of "that person" all the way, the grievances of his "the man" have been re-opened as a lace news hype, of course, most of the news is to render "the man" how wise Shenwu, he is naturally a stepping stone in the corner of the picture. Occasionally, the passages that are slightly "obvious" are also based on his ugly and incompetent power to counter the glorious image of "that person."

It’s been twenty years since this day, and in the world around him, he seems to be **** with “the man.” Every time he mentions the name of “that person,” others will bring him up, no language at all. The humiliation, as long as the smile and the eyes are casually squinting at him, it is enough to completely distort the nerves of the iron!

Twenty years later, those students whose qualifications were far worse than those of his class have achieved success and began to emerge. Even the ordinary students have formed a happy family and lived a prosperous life. Only he is still immersed. In self-blame and self-destruction, I can't extricate myself and become an incorrigible alcoholic and mixed.

It was the father who came out to seek medical treatment. The slap in the face on the sick bed before his death, the second time he reversed his fate.

"Laozi... I don't have a species like you!"

This is the last sentence of my father.

He shook his hands and tried to close the eyes of the old man, but he couldn’t close it. From then on, whenever he went, he could see the old man’s eyes, staring at him condescendingly, and angering his invincible flame. Come over!

He thought that he understood what his father meant.

In all fairness, it is indeed his fault to look at a lot of things when he is a 30-year-old adult from the perspective of an adult in his 30s and 40s. It is his fault.

Therefore, his mood for "that person" is very complicated. It is not so much "hate", but rather a "strong" and "unwilling".

He wants revenge, to "that person", to the absurd fate, to the **** thief! He wants to avenge himself not because he really hates that person. He just wants to tell the world that he belongs to him and he will definitely take it back. He is the real protagonist of this world!

For the three days of keeping the old man guarding the spirit, he reborn and became a big man.

The old man’s first seven had just passed, and he completely said goodbye to his past life and walked into the cruelest underground arena in the dark corner of the Federation.

Relying on the cost of mad cultivation during his youth, he started from the lowest level of the padding competition, hitting the annual finals of the 120th City United Arena, and for the first time hit the name of the "mad dog".

Every time before playing, the moment to wear a mask is his most relaxed and comfortable moment, because in the cruel world of the underground arena, no one knows that he is him, he is a mad dog!

In just five years, he rushed from refining to building a foundation. In his experience and in the past, he was a miracle.

In the gap between the games, he also looked up at the starry sky with his nose and swollen head, wondering if one day he could really stand up with "that person."

After all, "that person" has disappeared for a long time. It is said that it has entered a state of hibernation, and its strength should be stagnant. It is a great opportunity for him to "overtake the curve".

But the cruel reality has shattered his hopes again and again. From the recent one, he was seriously injured in a gold medal competition. After half a year of cultivation, his strength plummeted.

Since then, he has been ups and downs in the underground arena for many years, and there has been no higher achievement. Later, whether he is exploring the resource planet as a "bounty hunter", he joins the EFF and fights with all kinds of enemies. Whether he tortures himself with madness, cruelty, and perversion, the improvement of strength is still as slow as a snail.

Jin Dan, huh, huh, for a whole hundred years, it just mixed a golden dan, which may be great in the eyes of ordinary people, but compared with the "that person", it is inferior to the horse manure that is flattened by the wheel.

I don't know when it started, he suddenly realized that he had never lived forever, forever, forever.

It doesn't matter, strength is not important, and combat is the first.

He will set up a terrifying battle far beyond that person, even if he dies, he will die so badly!

With such a belief, in the wars of all sizes in the army, he will always be at the forefront of the most dangerous tasks.

But fate made a big joke with him.

He did not catch up with the good times. In addition to the Tianhuan War, the Federation has only encountered some sporadic wars and security wars in the past 100 years. Even if it is a single-handedly sweeping the monsters and gangsters on the whole planet, what is the merit of boasting. ?

At this moment, the "empire counterattack" was originally his best chance.

However, he did not expect that the main force of the Black Wind Fleet would attack the Tianyuan world. Although he experienced the war, he was the first group to meet the enemy. It was a must-fire cannon fodder and was destined to die in this canned iron in obscurity. Off, just like so many ordinary soldiers around you.

Yes, ordinary...

Until the last moment of life, looking back at the boring life of the past hundred years, the mad dog finally unloaded the pretense of nervousness and madness, and had to admit defeat:

"It turns out that I am just an ordinary person. Like the thousands of ordinary soldiers around me, they are all alive and insignificant. It is irrelevant to die. It has always been.

"The thief God, your mother, the original Li Yaocai is the pride of the day you selected, I am really just a stepping stone.

"I will never catch up with him. It will be useless to torture myself. The gap between them will only grow bigger and bigger. Now I even act as a film with him as the main character. Those little scorpions are not qualified!"

"This... is life?

"I was originally an ordinary person. How do ordinary people fight against superheroes? Then, in this **** war, you will die in plain and obscure, just like all ordinary soldiers around you, like dirt and shit. What else can you struggle with? The more you struggle, the more it is like a joke!

"Dead, don't think about anything, old man, sorry, afterlife, afterlife..."

The mad dog's consciousness gradually dissipated, and the soul fell into a weak darkness.

However, after a long time, I still couldn't wait until I was completely relieved. The perception was gradually enhanced. The wounds in the abdomen were even more cool and refreshing.

The mad dog widened his eyes and found a small blue dot on the retina that was beating.

The medical system of Jingjing has been miraculously repaired. It is injecting artificial active cells into his liver area. Perhaps it is the impact of some fine broken meteorites, just hitting the key point of a medical unit?

On the chaotic battlefield, anything incredible can happen, even if the odds are only one in a billion!

"What does this mean and I am not allowed to die?"

In the meantime, the mad dog saw his father’s eyes full of anger and unwillingness, and he was glaring at him outside the window of the helmet.

Yes, unwilling, not reconciled, really **** unwilling!

"The thief, what do you want to do, if you really don't want me to die, if there is still a chance, let me compare it with Li Yao, give me some inspiration!"

"I don't want to be able to beat him. I just want to stand in front of him and let him see what I am doing and tell him who I am!"

"The thief, help me, even if Li Yaozhen is the protagonist of the whole world, at least let me be now, when this small battlefield, the protagonist of a second, a second!"

The mad dog shed tears and silently groaned.

The voice just fell, and a series of flashes appeared not far away.

"This, is this the revelation you gave me, thief God?"

The mad dog glimpsed a little, raised hope again, regardless of abdominal pain, urging several remaining arrays on the crystal scorpion and flew toward the flash.

After a while, he braked urgently, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

It was four or five imperial battlefields that cleaned the battlefield.

They didn't find him, but he actively activated the dynamic array, exposed the target, and made these emperors crystal, all flew over to him.

"Fuck."

The mad dog said to the thief God.

It turned out that this is the different way of death for the thief to give him a revelation, and it is also unknown.

90% of the battlefield is occupied by the Imperial Army's Samsung Blitz flag. The mad dog has no way to go, and should close his eyes and die.

but……

Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled!

In the meantime, he somehow recalled the golden years of floating city in a hundred years ago, and thought of the boy who was once arrogant and extremely proud.

"Oh, hehehe!"

The mad dog vomited blood, squatting behind him, relying on the magnetic adsorption of half the hands to kill the dragon knife and waving again, issued a lawless laughter, blood spray all over the helmet, even the windows are all red.

Looking out through the blood, the splendid Xinghai is in full swing!

"The thief, God, and you guys..."

The mad dog waved the dragon knives and activated the last five power squads, such as the falling meteor. "This lord is the first master of the former glory of the Federation of Fugo City, Akane II, He Lianlie! What do you think of me? Who is it, want to kill me, then give it a try!" (To be continued.)