Fist of Imagination

"This is what happened before. I have sent all the audio and video materials from the time when we lost contact to your email.

This time, I originally planned to play a tomb robbing dungeon single-handedly to show off, but I didn’t expect that it would turn out to be a full-on affair. Things are unpredictable. "

Liang De arrived at the new hunting group camp in the northeast corner of the Nantiao Mountain Secret Realm. After getting his mobile phone back, he immediately restored contact with his partner.

At the other end of the cross-border live broadcast, Li Zhixian held a bottle of pomace brandy upside down in his right hand, poured tons of espresso coffee held in his left hand, and roughly mixed them into a cup of carreto.

Carrito coffee is made from Grappa brandy and espresso. For the health of the drinker, the ratio of the two is usually no more than one to one, usually.

Around the tenth century AD, cultivators in the origin mainly used grappa to dispel the cold. Nowadays, wine merchants add a large amount of fruit syrup to grappa to make it sweet and soft. However, even after such gentle improvements , Grappa still has not quit the field of spirits.

Li Zhixian held an empty two-liter red bottle of Happy Water in his left hand, and poured the second bottle of Grappa into it.

"Old Liang, even if there is only one person in the camera, he may not be the protagonist."

"Clam?"

"I mean, Lao Liang, you still have a long way to go before you want to be a well-deserved protagonist.

Since you started working as a Kukai escort, you have received three customers.

Hehe, the leader, and Sun Xunqiao.

The light of these three people completely overwhelms you. After all, you are still classmates.

Lao Liang, you are actually the kind of school-choice student who spends money to study. "

If you could spend money to choose a school, no one would go to Sheng Wuxu Private High School. People kill people, which hurts the most. Who wants to go... But there is no need to argue with Brother Xian about these things.

Liang De took off one hand and transformed it into a three-axis stabilizer to hold the phone and said:

"Just cover it up. Anyway, my professional position is similar to that of a photographer. The story is interesting and I can get Teacher Fengxian to reimburse me for my travel expenses. Whether the protagonist is me or not is not important."

"Don't you have any goals?"

Liang De lit a cigarette and let the mint smoke blur his face.

"Target?

I have no other hope, I just want to run faster than anyone else and go to more places. "

Li Zhixian took a few sips of the prepared Carlito coffee and said:

“If you want to get interesting material, you have to work hard.

The task of collecting materials is led by you. If you don't have this intention, there is nothing I can do about it.

What are you going to do next? "

Liang De held up two lucky bags, one big and one small, shaking them in front of the camera:

"I want to wander around the world of No. 276 on the other side and find an owner for these two fortunes.

Damn, headache. "

Li Zhixian put down the bottle of happy wine and said:

"Isn't this just to be the grandpa behind the scenes? Speaking of high-end, you are Guangchengzi meeting the Yellow Emperor, so what's the trouble?"

"I have two luck packs here. The smaller one can also push people to the peak of white level in the world. If the luck host gains the favor of the world by taking this path, it will be even more limitless.

One general succeeds and ten thousand bones wither. Brother Xian, in 415 you were already at the level of ten thousand enemies. Let me ask you, are you on the side of one general or ten thousand bones? "

Li Zhixian held the happy water bottle filled with coffee and was quiet for a long time:

"I have no idea."

Liang De dusted off his cigarette ashes and walked out of the camp gate carrying the inner portal black box he borrowed from Lan Tuan.

"I don't know either."

…

World No. 276 on the other side, a green and livable planet.

Liang De opened the landing point of the inner portal outside the atmosphere. After stepping out of the black box, his right hand turned into a cloud of gray mist. He adjusted the parameters to cover the target planet with the search circle of the Sony Ericsson radar on his left wrist, and then disappeared. The body fell downwards.

The Sony Ericsson radar issued by Teacher Fengxian pursues unusual love. Unusual love will inevitably involve unusual people.

The child of luck is an unusual kind of person.

Liang De thought about it for a long time before finalizing the plan to find a special person from a special love.

The spatial scope of the world on the other side of 276 is almost infinite, and it is impossible to find it inch by inch. He can only rely on the powerful props from the company to lock the target.

He doesn't think that the participants in special love are all princes, generals, ministers, and domineering presidents.

Everyone has his own uniqueness.

In the ordinary world, a person who is nothing special is the most special.

The most special people are among the most ordinary people.

In the empty atmosphere, the Jie Yuan Walker from the distant blue star gathered away traces and fell into the vast sea of ​​​​people in a foreign land.

…

Under the atmosphere, there is a foreign world.

In late spring, there are also sporadic wild flowers that are not withered. Their flowers and leaves are about to fall, and they become more and more colorful as they decline.

On the border of the Western Region, the desolate scene is shocking and sad.

A group of carriages and horses moved slowly between heaven and earth like a colony of black ants.

In the remaining light of the setting sun, the heavy sound of horse hooves and the turning of wheels is exhausting and never-ending.

When the young man dressed in white and holding a sword appeared in the seemingly endless monotonous scenery, the lingering carriages and horses finally stopped.

The veteran drivers, the tired porters, and the numb-looking sergeants all raised their heads, greedily grabbing the bright colors with their eyes, like people who were about to be strangled, desperately breathing fresh air.

No matter what the reason is, just stop.

Just stop.

Seeing that the motorcade stopped moving forward, the young man in white held the sheathed ancient sword in his arms in front of him.

"Keep the things, I won't hurt anyone."

"If you have the ability, take it."

The general at the front of the motorcade dismounted and walked towards the young man in white in front of him.

He drew out his long knife and made a few false cuts in the air. He reached out and took out an ancient copper box from his arms and threw it in front of him.

He threw it away so casually, as if the copper box was not a treasure he had escorted all the way from Qiuci Kingdom, but a sesame seed cake that he had no appetite for after a few bites, a sesame seed cake that was hot to the touch.

This mission of escorting the tributes from the Kingdom of Kucha was originally an idle job.

The King of Qiuci is over sixty, old and confused, and every year he offers dozens of weird things as tribute to the current Holy Emperor.

Although the Holy One is kind and considerate of the loyalty of the King of Kucha, and sends envoys to transport them every time, he actually doesn't care about these scattered items. No one cares whether they can be brought back.

It doesn't matter whether the envoys who go to Qiuci bring back tribute every time.

The mission was just a routine matter to show the great favor of Heaven.

The general who led the team had an extraordinary background and had a good relationship with his superiors, so he could get such a cheap job.

"A cheap job can't be that cheap..."

The general lowered his head and sighed, then held the knife in both hands and flattened the blade forward.

A cold-blooded aura that had experienced many battles penetrated the armor, and he looked at the young man in white in front of him calmly.

Real military masters are not brutal and murderous people, but ordinary people who regard killing as a natural thing like eating and drinking.

If a person relies on killing to support his family, then killing is just a job.

Going to Kucha and meeting the King of Kucha has always been smooth sailing.

Unexpectedly, after returning from Qiuci, the Ministry of War sent a message with a falcon in an urgent manner, instructing them to escort the treasure back to the imperial capital safely. There were many dangers along the way, and there were endless masters who came to snatch the escorted things.

In three days, he fought all the way, non-stop, and was still halfway to the border. However, in the convoy behind him, only the old servants who had watched him grow up and some disabled sergeants were left.

It will take three days for the Ministry of War's help to arrive...

In such a dangerous situation, ordinary soldiers would probably have fled or even mutinied, but the group of people behind him...

The old man wearing the uniform of a soldier next to the flag looked solemn and exhaled:

"Huwei!"

The old man's rickety body stood straight, his whole figure seemed to be rejuvenated, and his eyes were full of hot fire.

It seems that as long as you stand under this general's flag, you will never fail.

The other sergeants in the convoy also clenched their swords and shouted in a low voice:

"Huwei!"

Although there are only a dozen defeated soldiers, they have the momentum of a mighty army that has fought a hundred battles.

The wind blew violently, making the white general's flag whistle.

The setting sun was late, but the soldiers' armor and weapons glowed with heroic colors.

"Yongzhi Banner, Huwei General Xiao Liu is you..." Surprise flashed in the eyes of the young man in white as he swept the general flag.

"It is my late father."

Military general Xiao Hanye was calm, without pride, or even any other emotions.

He had experienced this answer so many times that it even made him feel a little tired.

Huwei General Xiao Liu, the man he called his father, actually didn’t have much memory of him.

"It turns out it was Empress Zhonglie..."

"After Zhonglie..."

Xiao Hanye whispered, not even hearing what the young man said behind him.

The son of General Huwei, Xiao Liu, was branded with this mark since birth.

When he was one and a half years old, his father accidentally fell into a tight siege during the Battle of Yokota. He killed more than a hundred enemy soldiers and died of exhaustion.

What kind of person his father is, he also gradually listens to what others say as he grows up.

His mother died in childbirth when he was born, and he was raised by his father's loyal bodyguards.

"You are the son of General Huwei Xiao Liu. You will become an unparalleled general and achieve unparalleled achievements in the future! You will be loyal to the country even if you die!"

Harsh words full of expectations have been repeated in my ears over and over again since I was a child.

He used this as a spur to practice martial arts and military tactics day and night, never slacking off.

Xiao Hanye, a Qianniu Guard general, joined the army at the age of sixteen and made many meritorious deeds.

At the age of thirty, he entered the Qianniu Guard due to his outstanding martial arts, and was favored so much that even the current emperor praised him as "having the style of a father."

Xiao Hanye doesn't want to be a famous general.

However, for the expectant look and pleased smile of the old man behind him... he couldn't bear to let him down. All the efforts that I have made over the past twenty years are just to not let the old man down.

As long as he can fulfill his wish, it doesn't matter if he forces himself.

"If you don't want to kill an unknown person with a certain sword, please give me your name."

The general raised his head, with no emotion in his eyes.

Among the lush wild flowers at dusk, the body of a demonized eagle eye with slender arms and legs trembled wildly.

“Damn it, why are there only men and no women?!

Could this be...ahhhhhh! "

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