Returning From Level 900

The darkest time of the day is the period just before dawn.

Qin Wuzheng stood silently in front of the broken cemetery alone.

The whole person seemed to melt into the dark shadow of ink.

His heart was filled with countless negative emotions.

exhausted.

Wronged.

anger.

Powerless.

Qin Dongbei was not very good to him during his lifetime, and could even be said to be bad.

But at least it is guaranteed that he will grow up to be well-fed and well-fed, and this kind of upbringing alone will be enough for him to give Qin Dongbei his retirement.

Therefore, after the fall of the Tiansheng Group, the forces in Northeast Qin fell and scattered.

No one misses the man who once stood at the top of the world.

He was the only one, Qin Wuzheng, who scraped together to raise money for Qin Dongbei's funeral.

This process suffered a lot and suffered a lot.

I saw a world that I had never seen before.

He endured everything in silence and worked hard to get through it.

No one can tell how much courage it takes for an eldest son of the Qin family, who was considered noble and arrogant in the eyes of outsiders, to put down everything and ask for help.

Especially when she suddenly lost her father at this age, and her mother, Wu Keru, is a weak woman who only knows how to cry and cry.

For Qin Wuzheng.

It's no different from the sky falling.

But he finally gritted his teeth and insisted on getting things done.

The whole process is hands-on, and many things that should be handled by the elders of higher "rank" are handled by him alone.

From beginning to end, from understanding to understanding, from confused to skilled.

Today, he can be said to be the best at handling his father's funeral among his peers.

If anyone accidentally dies a father.

Asking him for help is definitely well-established and orderly.

But now.

The hard work and hard work was destroyed.

Without letting him breathe a sigh of relief, all the fruits of his efforts were wasted.

Only an empty cemetery was left as if mocking his incompetence.

Qin Wuzheng looked at the messy ground.

Painfully closed his eyes.

He didn't hate Wang Wen who killed his father. In his opinion, everything was Qin Dongbei's own choice. Since he wanted to kill others, he had to be prepared to be counter-killed.

There is nothing to say about equality before life and death.

He just lamented that he was too weak to keep his father's grave.

I have to go to the murderer for help.

also rejected.

His heart was full of grief, anger and pain, which made him so full of pain that he wanted to cry without tears, and he just wanted to scream with all his strength.

Shouting to a hoarse throat.

Shout to heartbreak.

It's better to be a mute who can't speak for the rest of your life, even shouting at the vocal cords.

He took a deep breath and shouted at the deep, dark mountains, "Ah!!!"

He was only halfway through shouting when he was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"What should I do here in the early morning when the neighbors are clamoring for a rest!"

Qin Wuzheng turned around abruptly and stared at the approaching person with wide eyes.

He saw a picture that he will never forget.

in his sight.

A figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

Just at this time, the horizon in the distance just revealed a touch of morning light.

A silky-soft light slanted down.

That figure stood under the light just like that, speaking to him calmly.

Qin Wuzheng will never forget this scene.

He will never forget the man who walked out of the dawn when he was most lonely and helpless.

Even if the other party is the murderer who killed his father.

"Anyway, there's nothing to do when you leave the tower ahead of time. Come and have a look." Wang Wen, dressed in the glow of the glow, looked into the distance, and praised sincerely, "The vision is good and the scenery is good."

The most helpless time has come to seem to be the most reliable person in the world today.

Qin Wuzheng's nasal cavity is sore.

Anguish broke the embankment, a thousand miles away.

He looked at Wang Wen, who was looking around at himself, his mood was too complicated to describe in words.

Hearing the other party's compliments, Qin Wuzheng said in a muffled voice, "It's not my vision. When the money is well spent, there are naturally professionals to help choose the scenery. This should be the best cemetery of the same scale."

Wang Wen, who was dispersing energy and infiltrating the ground and using five microscopic techniques to break through the mist to observe the Western Continent, heard the words, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "Really? Then I will also move my parents' tombs here. Up to now, I’m still pitifully crowded into the tablet cemetery that I bought with a few hundred points, and the grid is so small that it can hardly hold my relics.”

Qin Wuzheng reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth to reveal an expression that he didn't know if it was a smile.

Watching Wang Wen repeatedly check for a long time, he finally fell into deep thought.

He hurriedly asked, "Have you got a clue?"

Wang Wen got out of his thoughts, thought for a while, shook his head and said, "There is no atmosphere of any extraordinary skills or world tower props, the other party seems to have destroyed it purely by manpower."

Qin Wuzheng nodded: "It should be that people in the Western Continent reject the World Tower the most, and it is definitely impossible to use the ability obtained by the World Tower."

Wang Wen pursed his lips and did not continue.

He actually didn't say a word.

There is no scent of extraordinary skills and props, but there is another taste that he is very familiar with.

The taste of divine power!

Wang Wen was a little surprised.

how come?

Could it be that people in the Western Continent also possess divine power and have been able to use divine power normally?

He had never been in contact with the Western Continent in his last life, because Qin Dongbei lived well in his last life, so naturally there was no grave digging incident.

Divine power is the best source of energy he has found so far.

If the Western Continent has divine power.

Then it's really necessary to get to know those guys in depth.

thought here.

Wang Wen took out his mobile phone and sent a few messages to Chen Hansheng and others.

Qin Wuzheng watched anxiously from the side, and couldn't help but ask, "What shall we do next?"

"Have the Boai Group to help you find people, just wait patiently for the news." After Wang Wen said lightly, he stretched his waist and walked down the mountain, muttering to himself: "It's still early and I should be able to make up for it. Sleep."

. . .

The sky is bright.

He Di, who had just had brunch in the college cafeteria, was in a good mood.

In the early morning, I was relieved to exchange treasures with Moran.

He also received verbal praise from Wang Wen for "helping a lot".

He Di has a sense of achievement being recognized.

He looked back and forth at the [All Diseases and Lights Out] that had risen to the "high level", and felt that this prop was his blessing.

Yoyo Dada met Song Pingan's family of three who were walking towards the parking lot near the portal.

"Old Song." He Di greeted, "Where are you going? I remember your house seems to be in the fourth district? Why do you have time to come to the fifth district to play today?"

Song Ping'an hurriedly stopped, held up the congratulatory gift in his hand and said with a smile, "My brother-in-law lives here. His billiard room opened today. I'll come to help him celebrate."

"Opening?" He Di was in high spirits and walked over to walk side by side: "That's good! It's just that I have nothing to do on Sunday, and we'll have a lively walk together!"

Song Pingan quickly took his daughter's hand and said, "Say hello to Uncle He."

Song Lele shouted to He Ji in a milky voice: "Uncle He, hello~www.wuxiahere.com~ He Ji squeaked and pulled out a "reward" that once helped Zhu Xingguo to copy the props together and was "rewarded". Dan] handed it to Song Lele and said, "This is Xiao Lele, if you're not ready, just treat it as a welcome gift, don't call him uncle, call him brother, hehe! "

"How embarrassing!" Song Ping'an felt that the props and the title were too cheap, so he couldn't help but stop.

Cai Yiyao, who has been following her husband silently beside her, naturally recognizes He Di, who is now red and purple in the circle of tower climbers.

He also thanked him: "Boss He, you are too polite, Lao Song usually accepts you to take care of a lot, so I am too embarrassed to accept such a valuable thing."

"It's okay, it's okay, the boss said that the treasures or the rare ones below the 700th floor are all jelly beans!" He Di carelessly put the medicinal pills and the box into Song Lele's hands, smiling heartlessly: "It's just right for children, long Body."

Several people were standing near the portal talking.

The portal lights up again.