Interstellar Adventure: I Let Great Xia’s National Fortune Fly

Adversity is like night.

Someone is coming forward, trying to smash the darkness with thunder.

There were also people hiding in corners, sobbing.

roof.

A certain person was holding his glasses, his expression revealed an otherworldly innocence, "The world is not worth it."

After speaking, like a saint or a Buddha, he jumped off the building.

boom!
The rescue team descended from the sky and intercepted the 'supernatural' person, "I lost my sister, I want to die in a place where no one is around, don't start a live broadcast to spoil the children."

downstairs.

The toddler's eyes glowed.

She jumped excitedly and pointed to the rescue fighter, "Mom, mom, watch Superman."

The young mother thought of when she was a child... When the end of the year came, the bottom line of human nature completely collapsed in despair.

Rivers of blood and walls of corpses.

The colorful and prosperous city is like a purgatory overnight.

It's him.

A worker standing out with a wrench.

It's him.

Wearing a suit, a white-collar worker in the workplace.

It's him.

A hot-blooded Daxia boy.

They are not supermen, but they have shouldered the burden of superman and fought against the violence and chaos of the last days regardless of their own safety.

The eyes of the young mother gradually became moist... She took off the package from her body, put it on her daughter's shoulder, and stroked the girl's little bangs.

"Baby go to grandma."

There was a gloomy look in the child's eyes, but he raised his fist again, "Mom, come on."

come on?

Daxiashan River is vast, with 16E people, but there are 16 trillion or other lives in the preparation of running away. What are the desperate situations?
It can only be fate.

Safe place.

The people of Daxia stared at the screen with tears in their eyes.

No one uttered a word, and no one beat chicken blood, only a drop of hot tears fell to the ground and shattered into eight petals.

'Physique +4, I, I should be fine, right? A certain boy thought in his heart, his trembling fists were gradually clenched, and his childish face was filled with determination little by little.

'It's time for men and women to be truly equal. A certain boxer laughed at himself and turned his head silently.

Zhao Zichuan couldn't see Da Xia's songs and tears, but he could guess...he felt cramped in his heart, but he could only drink strong wine one cup at a time.

The village head of the old dwarf is someone who has been there.

"Break and then stand."

Simple four words, but the weight of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

As the village chief said, he stood up, filled a bowl of wine for Zhao Zichuan, and said solemnly, "All you and I can do is hurry up."

Correct.

Hurry up and win the national luck.

For a moment, Zhao Zichuan's heart was stirred and he quickly raised his eyes.

"Where's the village chief?"

The village chief disappeared like the wind and left.

Dahl stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhao Zichuan, and said solemnly, "The village chief will help you, and so will we..."

With that said, Dahl stood up.

Snapped.

Dahl threw the wine bowl, which attracted the attention of others, "Brother and mother star, is suffering a catastrophe of star fate, we have to help him."

Just like that sentence.

Because they were drenched in the rain, the dwarves held up umbrellas and quickly surrounded Zhao Zichuan.

Dardao, "Let's arrange it. Be sure to take out a bargaining chip that can conquer the dwarves at the poetry conference."

"Correct."

"That's right." Zhao Zichuan stood up.

800 of his brain cells died in a second, and he quickly thought of a countermeasure, "Give me a pen and paper, food and drink, and do it with Le Yao."

At this moment, there was no other voice in Zhao Zichuan's mind.

He took out a pen and paper from the system, and quickly copied the "Three Character Classic", "Tang Poems and Song Ci", "Tao Te Ching" and other great Xia classics.

Time flies by quickly.

The paper by Zhao Zichuan's side, when the transcribed classics were as high as a foot, the village chief returned.

The village head laughed happily and boasted to countless dwarves, "Haha, is it fragrant or not!"

"After a while, after tasting the wine, you will know that this will be the most memorable poetry conference in the history of the dwarves."

"Here we come." Hearing the sound, Dahl moved nervously to Zhao Zichuan's side.

He carefully reminded, "The village chief has tried his best, and the rest is up to you."

No matter what, you can't be defeated... Zhao Zichuan suppressed the turbulent mood, picked up the copied classics, and ran to the dwarf village head quickly.

When the village chief saw him, he raised his hand first, "What's the matter?"

His voice was majestic, but his eyes revealed a suggestive inquiry.

Zhao Zichuan nodded, handed the transcribed classics to the village chief, and said nervously, "Look at it first to see if it's okay."

The village chief casually picked up a piece of paper, smiled, and introduced to the distinguished dwarves beside him, "The guest brought back by Dahl, he has a gift..."

"The way of heaven is like drawing a bow. Those who are high suppress it, those who are low lift it up, those who have excess damage it, and those who are deficient make up for it... This." The dwarf village chief was mesmerized by the thought.

To Zhao Zichuan, a passage in "Tao Te Ching" is an obscure and difficult passage of ancient text.

But in the ears of the dwarves, it is like the sound of thunder on the road.

The noble dwarf, dressed in fine clothes and wearing a crown, is obviously a high-ranking person.

But after hearing the old dwarf's chanting, he actually bowed slightly, stretched out his hand to Zhao Zichuan, and said cautiously, "Can I borrow one or two?"

"Alas." The village head suppressed the horror in his heart, and stopped the noble dwarf.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he exalted Zhao Zichuan's status, "Such precious books, can you borrow them at will? Can you freely?"

As the village chief spoke, he kept winking.

The noble dwarf understood in seconds.

"Ow."

"clear."

Saying that, the noble dwarf took a step back.

boom.

The golden calf's sledgehammer hit the ground three times with a bang bang bang bang.

The noble dwarf raised his giant hammer above his head with both hands, bowed his head and said, "Noble explorer, please accept, the most precious friendship of the dwarves."

【boom! 】

[Congratulations to Daxia 411, for completing the special achievement task <Interstellar Evangelism>, and gaining National Sports Physique +1. 】

[Congratulations to Daxia 411, for gaining the friendship of the dwarves and rewarding the interstellar communication center. 】

[Mission fusion... Mission reset...Dahl's commission is cancelled, merging into the hope of the dwarves...]

[Hope of the Dwarves: Promoting cultural exchanges, enriching the cultural diversity of the Dwarfs... Mission rewards, inheritance of the Dwarves]

This... the happiness came a little suddenly, Zhao Zichuan was stunned by the sound of Duang.

"Don't you need to recite poems?"

"The temptation of food and wine, also, don't you need it?"

Just as he was blindfolded, there was a sudden light on his hand.

The noble dwarf seemed to be afraid of Zhao Zichuan's repentance, so he snatched the tome, "I don't need anything, I need it... Oh, please take your seat."

Smiling, the village head pulled Zhao Zichuan's leg, "Guest, please?"

"Wait a minute." Zhao Zichuan was not in the mood to be an honored guest.

He summoned the 'interstellar communication center, which is the upgraded version of the base vehicle.

"Everyone, it's urgent."

"Chai, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, chess, and chess. No matter what the dwarves want, take weapons, shields, and all materials that can withstand the catastrophe of the stars."

On the side of Takla Taolin is the Interstellar Logistics Center.

The person in charge happened to have a pack of brand new ballpoint pens at hand... Hearing Zhao Zichuan's words, he threw the ballpoint pen in without any hassle.

Xiu!

When the ballpoint pen surfaced, Zhao Zichuan's mood was +10086.

He quickly picked up the ballpoint pen and urged, "See, you can change it for anything you want."

Dahl heard the sound and knew it was time for 'Thor' to play.

He threw the hammer into the exchange center, "I want a hundred altars of fine wine, you don't know, the taste of this wine is absolutely amazing."

"Come, have a taste?"