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Chapter 10 Past Events and Photos
Jiang Ming and Zhou Dazhuang dealt with a small soldier skeleton alone. At this time, they couldn't help but feel a little lucky. Fortunately, they didn't face two skeletons.
They are all fighting very hard.

It's just that the fighting style is a little different.

I saw Jiang Ming holding a black long knife, slashing at the soldier's skeleton in front of him.

The flawless bones of the white jade are as if they were made of steel, and there is something strange about them everywhere.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of "clang" was particularly clear.

Basically every knife can leave deep marks on the skeleton's bones.

But soon, the knife marks will disappear automatically, and every bone of the soldier's skeleton will continue to be perfect.

Not only Jiang Ming, but everyone on the field could not cause any real damage to the skeleton.

The Pojun in his hand was rippling with black liquid, the knife was a good knife, but the skeleton Jiang Ming suspected that it was a bit dishonest.

Look at Zhou Dazhuang again.

uh uh
He was a bit timid at first, but at this time he didn't dare to fight back with the little soldier Skull.

Therefore, Zhou Dazhuang could only keep dodging.

He was suddenly punched by a skeleton.

This punch hit Zhou Dazhuang's chest directly.

The pain made him scream.

"Jiang Ming, save me! I'm dying!"

"Jiang Ming, I was punched, and I'm dead!"

"Jiang Ming, have you forgotten the oath you once made? Don't expect to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day"

While crying, Zhou Dazhuang continued to play in circles with the skeleton like a strong bull.

Because he was immersed in asking for help and escaping, Zhou Dazhuang himself may not have noticed that the punch just delivered by the skeleton did not actually cause any actual damage to him.

If it were someone else, he would have to spit out two mouthfuls of blood to show his respect.

So Jiang Ming suspected that Zhou Dazhuang's talent points might all be on defense.
The battle is still going on. If judged according to the ability of human warriors, the strength of the little soldiers and skeletons has not yet reached the strength of a first-order warrior.

So everyone can still manage to fight back and forth.

But after all, the opponent is a painless and tireless undead skeleton.

If you delay any longer, you will eventually fail.

Now everyone can only procrastinate, after all, this is not the front line, this is their rear base camp.

The only point of dragging is to hope that reinforcements will find out and arrive in time.

And the message for help was sent out immediately.

At the beginning of Jiang Ming's awakening, he had the strength of a first-order warrior, and he still had a broken army in his hand. Soon, the skeleton opposite him fell into a disadvantage.

But the opponent was not stupid, and soon another skeleton joined the battle.

Now Jiang Ming is alone against the two skeletons.
Looking at the situation, if Jiang Ming still can't find a way to completely kill the soldier skeletons in a while, then he is very likely to 1v more than one skeleton in a while.

Half a day ago, Gaowu Academy.

Bai Liangjun was sitting in his own dean's office.

This is a very energetic little old man.

The particularly bright and protruding forehead indicates that this is an old man full of wisdom.

I saw him with gray temples, gray hair, and his thin body hunched on the big sofa chair.

"S-level awakening, it turned out to be this kid."

An old black-and-white photo was constantly being twirled in his hands, and the old man seemed to be recalling certain past events.

In the 23rd year of the Chinese New Year, a couple embarked on a mission to explore the cracks in time and space.

I thought it was just a simple exploration and development of a new map, but who knew that cunning enemies had already been disguised and waiting for their arrival.

By the time the rescuers picked up the couple, they had only their last breath left.

And it was the son who stayed at home far away that made them hang their last breath and refused to go back.

The husband and wife concealed their identities in front of their son, and never told their son that they were warriors fighting on the front line.

Every time I go out, I just say to my son: "Mom and dad just go to work far away to make money. When they make money, they will buy a lot of delicious and fun things for our baby."

And the son at home will always cry: "I don't want it, I don't want it, I want my parents, woo woo woo."

"Be good, be obedient, remember to take care of yourself, and call if you need anything. Mom and Dad are leaving."

"Don't go, Mom and Dad, ah wu wu wu"

On the smoldering battlefield, the husband has completely died, but the wife is still talking with her last breath.

The blood that kept pouring out blurred her voice, and intermittently, her comrades could only hear these few words.

"Tell. My son. Don't cough cough cough."

"Be a. Ordinary. Human."

As the last word fell, the wife's hand dropped completely, and a family portrait with a black and white background also slipped down. It was stained with a few drops of blood, as if it was engraved with a medal of honor.

On the front of the photo are father, mother and son in the middle.

On the back of the photo, there is a line of short Chinese characters with hairpin flowers. The writing is smooth and powerful, with both rigidity and softness.

I saw it said: "May my son Jiang Ming be safe and happy forever and ever."

The parents' last wish is that their son can be an ordinary person and live a safe and happy life.

In fact, most people's wishes are extremely practical and ordinary, family reunion, health and happiness are very good.

But just these few simple words, most people can't do it.

So some things can only be called wishes.

So from then on, there is one less couple in this world, and one more orphan.

Where there is war, there is sacrifice. Some things are destined to be cruel. A beautiful vision is just the hope that people give to themselves.

But this matter was particularly deep in Bai Liangjun's impression.

Because he also lost his son and daughter-in-law, and finally became the grandfather of a little girl.

The little girl hated him, beat him, and scolded him.
He remained silent.

Even though there are thousands of magical powers and all kinds of extraordinary abilities, people cannot be resurrected after death.

he is very regretful
Birth, old age, illness and death, the misfortunes in this world are always the same.

Bai Liangjun has a lot of empathy in this matter,

I have paid attention to the little boy in the photo many times.

Although the little boy lived a poor life, he finally grew up and did not awaken to become a warrior.

But who knows when to get the news again.

Bai Liangjun didn't expect that the former ordinary boy had already awakened, and he was still at S rank.

The wheel of fate turns, and some things will continue to move along the track after all.

His parents had already died, and the old man was helpless.

Now that the news of encountering the enemy came, the old man couldn't watch him before walking halfway, so he set foot on the old road of his parents.

Even if there is no story about the couple in the photo, Bai Liangjun should send someone to rescue them.

Not only rescue, but also bringing people back safely.

So he put away the photos in his hand.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and his expression became solemn and serious.

It looked like he was going to take action himself.
At this time, in the corner of the inconspicuous office, a middle-aged man in a scholar's shirt who was leaning on the table raised his head.

He adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and said in a deep voice:

"Old man Bai, you can't do it yourself, it's a rule." The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt added: "Of course if you don't want time and space rifts to appear behind."

"I know, I know!"

The old man waved his sleeve impatiently.

In the next second, there was only Rushan middle-aged man left in the office.

(End of this chapter)