Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

The fortune teller was shocked.

In this extremely cold weather, Zhao Ritian twisted his body, sweating profusely.

Simply incredible.

Even he barely survived the cold.

It is absolutely impossible to achieve the state of sweating profusely.

this moment.

He saw youthful vigor in Zhao Ritian, whose soul had already decayed.

It seemed that he was like an ignorant boy of seventeen or eighteen.

The fortune teller flashed in front of his eyes, the glorious past where he and Zhao Ritian fought side by side in the heavens under the ancestors.

They were young and passionate in those years.

They were like brothers in those years.

They haven't decayed in those years.

The heavy rain they missed in those years, the love they missed in those years.

Those years they ran in the sunset, this is their lost youth.

The man in front of him gradually coincided with the Zhao Ritian in his memory.

"Can not go back."

"There's no going back."

Zhao Ritian shuddered.

He felt the eyes of the old man in front of him, and he began to gradually mature.

The gaze she looked at herself contained an indescribable tenderness.

I am Cao!

This is disgusting!

The suzerain unconsciously opened the distance.

Disgusted.

The fortune teller couldn't hold back in the end.

"What are you dancing about?"

"I actually felt a sacred breath in it."

The suzerain smiled mysteriously.

"This is the physical fitness gymnastics of the nine-year compulsory education."

"The times are calling!"

The fortune teller was overshadowed.

The times are calling?
Does it mean to obey the call of the times, follow the heart of the true self, and make the most correct choice?

The fortune teller laughed at himself.

"What a nice name."

"It's a pity, how many people can truly obey the call of the times and make their own choices."

"Zhao Ritian... If I'm not mistaken, you must have awakened."

The suzerain was taken aback.

This is the second time someone called him Zhao Ritian.

Do I look like him?

He vaguely remembered that the person who called him Zhao Ritian last time had already driven himself crazy.

Although the suzerain is a bit strange.

But when I heard the word Zhao Ritian again.

It was as if something was about to burst out of his heart.

It seems that the three words Zhao Ritian have a special meaning to him.

"Sorry, I think you've got the wrong person."

"I'm Zhao Xiaofan, the master of the Qingshan Sword Sect, look at the outfit of the gentleman, he is also from the Haotian Continent, I don't know where the teacher came from?"

The fortune teller sneered.

"Stop pretending."

"If you are not awakened, you will definitely be able to resist the extreme cold without aura."

"I admit that this life, your ordinary life, is out of my calculation."

"You and I rebelled against the ancestors at the same time, although later because of disagreements, we turned against each other and parted ways."

"But after all, you and I used to be like brothers. I interfered with your memory and made your life ordinary, and it was for your own good."

The suzerain was puzzled.

What is this man talking about?
do not understand at all.

"Don't be naive, Zhao Ritian!"

"First Ancestor, he is no longer the hero of the human race for righteousness."

"He is now a complete egoist. For his own strength, he will not blink even if he sells Haotian Continent."

"The relationship between us and him has long since disappeared. With your character, if I don't stop you in this life, I'm afraid I'll be gone."

The Sovereign frowned.

In the beating, the distance was unconsciously opened again.

This guy is not only gay, but also an idiot.

The fortune teller hesitated.

Feeling the physical skill of jumping the great god, he is already a little weak to resist the extreme cold.

After two rounds, I'm afraid that he will really die in this severe cold.

"Zhao Ritian, going on like this is not an option."

"You and I are all mortals now. In Zhang Tianhan's small world, we will die here sooner or later."

"It's better to give it a try, and if you have a chance, you may be able to overturn this world and return to Haotian Continent."

The fortune teller's eyes flickered, and he already had a plan in his mind.

When the suzerain heard this, the old man actually had a way to leave here.

"What can you do?"

The fortune teller turned his gaze to the giant egg and smiled.

Everything goes without saying.

The Sovereign frowned.

The vitality he mentioned is this egg?

"Zhao Ritian, you are such a noble person who forgets things so much, you still haven't recognized this egg?"

The Sovereign had question marks all over his face.

It's just a big egg...

It's big, but what does it have to do with me?
"This egg is a masterpiece that you and I fought with all our strength for a long time."

"This is the crystallization that you and I are most proud of!"

"How can you forget this."

"Haven't you fully awakened your memory?"

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It doesn't feel right to hear this.

How come there is always a feeling of basic affection.

What fierce battle?
What crystallization?
Is he serious in your fierce battle?
The word crystallization is easy to associate with Pianpian, which is ambiguous.

"Zhang Tianhan doesn't have the ability to kill the souls of you and me. He wants to kill people with a knife."

"Trash is trash."

"It's just an incompetent disciple under the ancestor seat."

"Ritian, give me your hand!"

"Let you and I fight side by side again today."

"Whether it is life or death, it is up to this egg."

……

Tulip Empire.

The scene of the student exchange meeting.

With the efforts of a group of decent people.

The other demon cultivators who were clamoring before were also pulled out.

Just as they were preparing for the trial of the fish that slipped through the net.

One bloody head after another was in front of everyone.

These heads are the guards sent by the imperial officials for insurance purposes.

Immediately.

The scene fell into silence.

These bloody heads are all elites of the Imperial Guard.

Who was it that made the elite of the guards lose their heads without warning?

There was a piercing scream.

"Labor and capital are back!"

"Quiet me all!"

"Zhang Hao, come up and lead the death!"

Suddenly.

Liu Qinghui walked in swaggeringly.

someone exclaimed.

"It's the one who blew himself up just now, the waist mage! He's back again!"

"Strange, his waist... seems to have grown again!"

The crowd watched intently.

Liu Qinghui looked bright, and his dry stir-fried waist had healed.

I am Cao, awesome!
Is the waist regeneration technique the profound meaning of the waist magician?

Some people's eyes flickered.

They saw a golden business opportunity in it.

If this person is captured alive, he will keep taking kidneys to sell...

The richest man in the mainland is just around the corner!

"Come up to lead the death?"

"You are so loud."

"Growing a waist, forget the pain?"

"I think you are here to give me a kidney."

Zhang Hao took a step forward.

"Hahaha!"

"I think you're making a big fuss. Now that God of War is not by your side, I want to see who can protect you!"

Many figures walked out from behind Liu Qinghui.