I was a hero in civilization before the collapse

When did I agree?

Qian Jie: “This joke is not very funny, but it is funny when you say it.”

Noon Zero: “Am I ridiculous?”

Qianjie: “…”

“Master Qianjie, can you sign for me?”

Qian Jie didn’t answer Wu Ling, but there were young ladies around here asking for autographs.

Qian Jie didn’t look back, and didn’t even glance at her sideways, “Get lost.”

The young lady left feeling a little disappointed.

But the big sisters around became excited collectively, “So handsome, so domineering.”

At noon: “…”

Qian Jie: “Ignorant women come to me every day.”

Qian Jie’s tone seemed to regard them all as fools.

Noon Zero: “You should be more gentle. If Aponia asks you for an autograph, just imagine them as Aponia.”

Qianjie picked up the teacup, “If it’s Aponia, I’d say please, get out.”

At midnight: “emmmmm”

You should be thankful that Aponia is not here, otherwise, I think you will have a bad opinion of you again.

Qian Jie: “They are all fools, except me, and you.”

“You just paused, absolutely paused, you absolutely paused.”

Qianjie: “No.”

You absolutely pause.

Seeing Qianjie looking up at the ceiling with a leisurely and indifferent tone, Wu Ling’s face darkened, “Forget it, at least you didn’t even call me stupid.”

Qian Jie drank tea with indifferent eyes. He didn’t have a good sense of the world. Humans in this world are always too attached to the masses, and as we all know, the masses are confused sheep.

There are only a very small number of smart people, and those smart people don’t have the same ideas as Qian Jie, so Qian Jie thinks they are all stupid.

Qian Jie has never been too lazy to communicate with idiots, and communicating with idiots will lower his IQ.

“Did you return Eden’s gold mine in Qianjie?”

Wu Ling asked curiously, Eden is still the patron of Flaming Moth.

Qian Jie shook his head, “I don’t know.”

Wu Ling: “Huh? I don’t know what the answer is.”

Qian Jie: “Because I don’t pay attention to that kind of thing anymore, people in…that tribe found a new merchant who collects gold, and the price of gold is lower, and they are not willing to sell it to my detachment When I think that the members of my detachment will not be recruited for a long time, I will no longer pay attention to the gold mine.”

Qian Jie: “There are too many stupid people, it makes me angry.”

Qian Jie finished his tea without saying a word.

At noon… almost understood why Qian Jie looked down on others so much.

Perhaps Qianjie felt that such things were wrong, but there was no solution, or the people who needed help did not accept the method after it was proposed, because they did not understand.

“Useless is a scholar. I smashed the mine with a punch, left a batch of supplies and left. I found that sometimes, fists are more useful than books.”

Sometimes fists are more useful than books, no wonder Qian Jie didn’t hold a book in his hand when he saw Qian Jie this time.

Qian Jie: “So, how did Mebius make you so small.”

Is the fusion warrior experiment really omnipotent?

Seeing Kevin’s record and ability, I have to say that Qianjie was moved.

I am still too weak, if I can become a fusion fighter, will my strength go further.

“Ah, I changed it myself, don’t worry about itsuperior. ”

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Qian Jie: “…I still want to know how you became smaller with Mebius, do fusion fighters still have this ability?”

“Can we change the subject, the abilities of fusion fighters are very diverse, but the side effects are also outrageous, so you’d better…forget it, I guess you have to become a fusion fighter.”

Qian Jie: “You still understand me.”

Of course I understand you, if you don’t want to become a fusion fighter, why do you keep holding on to this topic, but Mebius and Mei probably don’t pay much attention to you now, after all, they are busy making other fusion fighters now.

The money approved by Weng and Eden for them has not been spent yet, so they must be working hard.

It’s not like Einstein, they don’t have much money now, and they’re all selling, no, they’re giving away armed dolls, just for a small fee.

“Flamemoth is out of money now.”

Qian Jie poured Wu Ling a cup of tea, and Wu Ling sat on the pillow of the chair, and he was about the same height as Qian Jie.

“Flamemoth has never had money, it’s just popping up now.”

When weng was here before, the internal flaws of the fire moth did not come out. Weng is gone, and the internal flaws have been exposed. The new finance minister of the fire moth is not a professional. After all, dozens of people in the old finance department Suicide, and it’s all in charge.

The finance minister who goes up now is a scapegoat if he dies. If he encounters a problem, he can report it if he can. If he can’t report it, he will deal with it himself.

But who is the immediate boss of the newly appointed Minister of Finance, Eden, does Eden understand the flame-chasing moth? Obviously they don’t understand, so the reported matters are all thrown to the meeting to deal with.

These conferences are held every three days, and they are still trivial matters. Those high-level officials want to fight for this right, even if this right is useless now, they also think it will be useful in the future, and want to fight for it. grab.

The result now is that the top management is in a mess and cares about these trivial matters, while Eden, who should have been in charge, is singing and singing at a dance party, leisurely.

“Eden is really comfortable now. He doesn’t have to do anything every day, and he only needs to pay for it. Watching the high-level people quarrel.”

Wu Ling was a little envious, “Unlike me, I have to go to Europe tomorrow to clean up the Houkai herd.”

Qian Jie: “I’ll go.”

“Go and figure out what’s going on, how long has the fifth detachment been on the news, and the weapons will rust if they don’t use them.”

Wu Ling is already numb, let them fight among themselves, anyway, the final result is death, it is nothing more than the result of dying early or late.

Originally, Wuling thought that he had saved tens of millions of people, so the reputation would not be too bad, but people always broke the bottom line.

Even the people rescued by Wu Ling began to choose to tell only part of the truth in order to integrate into the local area and the public.

There is no repayment for saving life, but revenge is possible.

Well, Wu Ling heard these from Kevin, but Wu Ling didn’t read the specifics.

I didn’t know that I scolded myself so harshly before, but now that I know it, I don’t dare to watch it, knowing that someone scolded me, I still have to look at it with a straight face, that’s cerebral palsy (●°u°●), no noon Fool.

“Young, noon zero, Xing, drink tea with Qianjie, come ride your tyrannical dragon Kevin, wake up at noon and go to the underground garage to find that your tyrannical dragon is gone, and Kevin’s little electric donkey tire is also burst Yes, it should be Kevin riding over.”

Hen laughed and came over and pinched Wu Ling’s shoulder, “The bone texture is very full, eat more and grow meat to grow taller.”

Wu Ling’s face darkened, “My tyrannical dragon is now in the traffic police team.”

Hen: “Karma? It shouldn’t be. Mu Dalu should have told the police that he is tolerant of fusion fighters and those who go to the front line. As long as it’s not a big incident or deliberately provocative, he shouldn’t be arrested. Let me explain. It’s over, Kevin bumped into someone?”

At noon: “…”

Hen had a bad premonition, “No, did he hit someone? It shouldn’t be, he didn’t sober up? But he was sober when he woke up.”

Noon Ling: “Well, it’s a little different from what you imagined. Kevin was driving drunk and speeding, and then he was stopped by the police. The police didn’t want to arrest him, but Kevin insisted on being arrested. I was speechless to the big sister of the traffic police , I really had no choice but to take Kevin into custody for two hours before releasing him.”

Hen: “…Sure enough, I didn’t sober up.”

Hen clapped his hands and knew Kevin’s state at that time. If he had sobered up, how could he voluntarily go to the police station? Isn’t this something wrong with his brain? It must be because he didn’t sober up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll drive your tyrannical dragon away, and I won’t let it stay in the traffic police team for too long.”

Hen said seriously, just as he was about to leave, Wu Ling reminded loudly from behind: “Hurry up and come back, I don’t even have a scooter now.”

Hen: “Huh? Didn’t we agree at the beginning? I exchanged my daughter for your tyrannical dragon, didn’t you agree?”

Wu Ling’s eyes widened as if he had heard such incredible words.

“When did I agree, Hun Dan.”

Hen: “No? Then why is my daughter in your hands now, and your tyrannical dragon in mine?”

Whatever you want to explain, the facts are here, the facts are nothing more than eloquence,How are you hiding it? My daughter is in your house, and your tyrannical dragon is in my hands.

Noon Zero: “Little Gracie has always lived at Alicia’s house, but only comes to my house during the day, and my tyrannical dragon is now in the police station and is not in your hands.”

After finishing speaking at noon, he paused for a moment before speaking again: “Human trafficking is illegal.”

Hen: “Just kidding, don’t take it seriously, I’ll send it to you tonight, I have to say, your tyrannical dragon is really easy to ride, don’t worry, I won’t let you have no means of transportation, my second wife will lend it to you , you have Yun as your driver, it shouldn’t be a problem (^ω^)”

At your current height, you shouldn’t be able to step on the brakes and accelerator, but it doesn’t matter, Yun can drive for you.

Noon zero: “…grass.”

Hen slipped away, and Wuling couldn’t help but uttered a word, helplessly, how did Hen marry such a quiet wife, Gracie, who was born by his wife, Gracie followed her mother, she must follow her mother.

Qian Jie: “…What kind of wife-swapping game are you playing, second wife for second wife?”

“The Tyrannical Dragon is not my second wife, and I will not give my second wife this name. No, my second wife cannot be a car.”

Wu Ling came to his senses and was almost caught in the hook by Qian Jie.

Qian Jie stood up knowingly, “I wanted to train with you at first, but now it seems that I’ll forget it. I’ll go first. My detachment is still stationed outside. I haven’t reported to the military headquarters to get authorization.”

Watching Qian Jie leave, Wu Ling sighed in his heart, he is completely different from him in the Paradise of the Past, um, the point of being educated is the same, Wu Ling skipped a lot of things when playing in the Paradise, but every time there is Qian Jie felt that his cultural level must not be low, and occasionally popped out a few words that sound awesome, and the engraving is almost the most difficult to write among all the engravings.

His personality has become docile, or he has not yet reached the level of the Paradise of the Dead.

Qianjie’s personality should have slowly changed after the fusion warrior experiment.

Picking up the teacup at midnight, do you want to change this point?

At noon, he fell into deep thought.

Little Gracie: “Wu Ling, I want to change the color of my hair in this painting, do you think it looks good in blue?”

Little Gracie put a piece of drawing paper on the table in front of Wu Ling. It was a painting of a little mermaid, but… the face was a little distorted. Little Gracie didn’t know how to draw faces. Learn slowly.

“It’s all right, but if you change it to blue, wouldn’t it be the same as sea water? It’s easy to homogenize, and the viewing effect is not very good…”

Little Gray was puffed up.

Noon zero was taken aback for a moment.

Changing Qianjie, making Qianjie not become a fusion fighter, is it the same as in this painting, making Qianjie no longer stand out, so does Qianjie have a future?

The theory of lifespan has always been an argument that Wu Ling didn’t want to mention, but it has to be said that in the era of pre-collapse civilization, lifespan is really a huge problem.

How long would Qianjie’s lifespan be if he didn’t become a fusion warrior? Let Qianjie become homogeneous with ordinary people, and lose his characteristics and make him unable to live to the next era.

Didn’t I work hard to change the tragedy of fusion fighters since I traveled through time?

Qianjie is no longer a fusion warrior, and his lifespan is not so long, so has he changed or not?

Little Gracie tilted her head, “At midnight?”

“Noon, noon, noon, noon, noon.”

Little Gracie yelled several times before Wu Ling came to his senses, “Oh, ah, um, what’s the matter.”

“Then don’t change it, let him continue to be black.”

“Change it to red, red looks better.”

Wu Ling said, intending to let little Grace go to draw.

Little Gracie climbed onto the sofa and sat next to Wu Ling and began to draw again.

Maybe I have to re-examine my purpose of coming here, to change Yingjie’s tragedy, and what to do next.

Noon Zero’s first reaction was to save the world.

But Wu Ling knows better than anyone what this world looks like, and it is not realistic to save this era that is bound to perish.

Little Gracie: “Wu Ling, what is your dream? My dream is that fifty years later, I can still sit next to you and draw.”

Wu Ling: “…My dream is that after 50,000 years, you can still sit next to me and draw.”

How about…to change Yingjie’s tragedy and save the world fifty thousand years from now. This is more realistic.

There will still be Alto in the future, let’s not talk about the good and the bad, the ability is still enough, even if there is no ability, Wu Ling still needs that leadership and qualifications.

Right now, Flaming Moth lacks someone who has the absolute right to speak, not for Weng, not for Wuze, not for Carrie Freddy, nor for Christopher Tan.

Not to mention the kings of Kekayin and Mu Dalu, a poor person doesn’t care about anything, and a rich person doesn’t care about anything, no one will obey anyone, and no one wants anyone to live better than themselves.

Little Gracie held Wu Ling’s arm with one hand, happily drawing.

Little Gracie: “Fifty thousand years is too long, can we really live that long?”

Noon Zero: “Yes.”

Little Gracie: “By that time, I should already be ugly, and you will be old too.”

“No, we are still young.”

Lie down in the cultivation barn, and when you wake up, 50,000 years have passed, just like falling asleep. Once you close and open your eyes, more than 500 centuries have passed.

Noon Ling: “Come on, let’s draw, your paintings may be regarded as works of art in the future.”

“I just draw it casually.”

Little Gracie said shyly, “Aunt Eden’s paintingIt’s beautiful. ”

Drinking tea at midnight, I raised my eyebrows, “My paintings are more than 50,000 years ahead of Eden.”

“I don’t believe it. Your paintings are not as good-looking as Aunt Eden’s.”

At noon, he took out the paper and paintbrush from Phyllis’ satchel, “Then today I will open your eyes to what is the god of sketching.”

Wuling has acquired too many abilities in art. After copying Eden, Wuling feels that he has become more and more artistic. Well, of course, the premise is when he touches the tools.

Noon Zero was drawing his own sketch at an extremely fast speed, which was the knight created by using Gracie’s ability when he was fighting Himeko before Noon Zero.

The huge knight blocks the ice crystal spear and flames of Herrscher of Flame.

Ruins and ruins, corpses strewn across the field, warriors and Honkai Beasts fighting, Herrscher of Flame laughing wildly, the picture of Wu Ling being protected by knights against Herrsrscher of Flame’s ice crystal spear and flames.

A sketch full of epic sense… The cruelty of war is clearly visible on the scroll.

Gracie was still painting her own painting, but as she was painting, she was attracted by Wu Ling’s painting, and her eyes did not move away for a long time.

It wasn’t until Wu Ling finished drawing and stopped writing that little Gracie held Wu Ling’s arm and asked for it.

“Give it to me, give it to me, brother Wuling—”

Wu Ling pouted, “When I was outside the door, I still called me Brother Wu Ling, but now I have become Brother Wu Ling.”

“Wow, little doll, your sketch is great. What kind of picture is this? It’s so epic.”

“Surprised, is this drawn by a child?”

Wu Ling didn’t notice that he was surrounded by little girls when he was painting.

Wu Ling put away the sketch and put it in little Gracie’s satchel, “If you want it, I will give it to you.”

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