Live dismantling routines

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut, and Jaglines, who was standing inside the door, looked at the direction Han Yanghao was leaving with a dazed expression.They just watched the documentary well. After the Luoqiu white dog took over, all the plot developments were touting Ji Wenyuan. Even after he abdicated, the successor "Ji Haiyao" was Ji Wenyuan's gene clone son. He also respected Ji Wenyuan to the utmost.

But at the end of the second documentary, when Ji Haiyao led the supernatural beings and ordinary people to use the exoskeleton armor developed by Ji Wenyuan to completely wipe out the disaster of alien beasts, and let the Norman Empire enter another stage of rapid development and construction, he was surprised. Seeing Han Yanghao's expression was very ugly.

Jay Glenns secretly guessed in his heart: Could it be that he felt that Ji Wenyuan hadn't completed this most glorious step, so he was unbalanced psychologically?

But it doesn't make sense, later generations respect Ji Wenyuan far more than his successors on this point.Although it is indeed a bit regrettable, but it is not so angry, right?This is just a small world!

On the other side, Han Yanghao walked out of the residence and wandered aimlessly on the sparsely populated streets.

In the evening, the temperature in Tajiya was still hot. He bought a can of iced drinks from the vending robot on the street at random, but who would have thought that the robot might have been in disrepair for a long time? Little reaction.

A tyrannical emotion erupted from the bottom of his heart in an instant, and he was almost about to destroy the robot humanely, but he held back at the last moment.

Doing this in the top tech world would be too much of a hassle to deal with aftermath.

Han Yanghao pursed his lips and stared at the calm robot with murderous eyes for a long while, finally swallowed his breath and turned to leave. Ten minutes later, he went to a cafe opposite a small cinema, ordered a glass of smoothie to cool himself down, and then took out his personal terminal to climb over the wall and go to the White Tower Federation to watch everyone's comments on the documentary.

【Ahhh!Prince Meldron is so handsome! ! ! 】

[I really miss the Norman Empire back then. 】

[Upstairs +1, after watching the Norman Empire trilogy, I suddenly hated those Xingyao people who provoked the war even more. 】

【Damn, what right does Xingyao have to call himself an empire!Don't tarnish this glorious name! 】

[I'm going to join the army to fight those star-bending dogs! 】

[Garbage Star Shine!Bastard Hunton!Damn Al!He is also a genetically fused person, but Chairman Ji Wenyuan is so great and selfless, look what Al did? 】

[The Glory Inheritance Platform of the Norman Empire is inspiring!Look at me crying! 】

[Looking at the crying +1, from now on I am a fan of Chairman Ji Wenyuan, he is the starting point of all our modern glory! 】

[It is obviously the division of the empire caused by the power-activating potion researched by Ji Wenyuan, what a god! 】

[Are you mentally handicapped upstairs? !The ability activation potion and the ability activation pattern only have the same name, okay?The effect is completely different!What's more, if someone kills with a knife, do you want to blame the knife manufacturer? 】

[Three times, I really like the part about the inheritance of glory, it's super touching. 】

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Han Yanghao felt even more depressed when he watched it, he turned off the terminal with a "snap", covered his face with one hand and closed his eyes to meditate.But he soon found that he couldn't calm down at all.The documentary that he saw just now kept replaying in his mind. After the buffer of time, many emotional scenes have gradually faded away, and only that one scene still pierces into his heart like a sharp thorn, making him He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

No one knows better than him how much Ji Wenyuan loved the Norman Empire back then.

So no one knew better than him how painful Ji Wenyuan was at that time.

In that scene, Ji Wenyuan stood on the high platform in front of the palace, just like the day he took over as speaker, the sky was bright and cloudless.The only difference is that the previous speaker, Kachina, had passed away long ago. The two people standing on the stage looked very similar, except that one of them was vigorous and looked like a young man; the other had gray temples and wrinkled faces.

Everyone knows that when a supernatural person shows his old age, he will not have long to live.

Ji Wenyuan was already six hundred years old at this time, and time had left indelible marks on him, but the charm of some people had already been carved into his bones, and even his old appearance could not reduce his elegance.Amid the cheers of the crowd, he took off the medal he had worn for more than 400 years, handed it to Ji Haiyao, and said slowly: "The future glory belongs to you."

Ji Haiyao happily took the medal, admired it for a while, raised his head and said to his father with adoring eyes: "Can you bring it for me?"

Ji Wenyuan looked down at the medal for a while, and said, "Okay."

His action of parting Ji Haiyao's badge was still slow and calm, and his expression was calm and unwavering, but because he always looked like this, no one noticed anything wrong with him.

Looking at the medal on his chest, Ji Haiyao became more excited, and hugged Ji Wenyuan: "Father, I have not let you down!"

Ji Wenyuan was silent for two seconds, raised his arms to hug him back, and said softly: "If you need it, you can come to me at any time."

Ji Haiyao hugged him vigorously, then turned around and walked to the high platform, his handsome face seemed to be shining.And Ji Wenyuan behind him had already turned around and walked down the high platform—few people paid attention to his movements, and everyone's focus was on Ji Haiyao at this moment.

The new speaker obviously admires his father very much. Even his declaration of office is very similar to that of Ji Wenyuan more than 400 years ago: "The Norman Empire is the motherland to which I swear allegiance. The heavy responsibility is the glory of my life. I swear, I, Ji Haiyao, will use my life to protect the glory of the empire!"

And when he said that oath, Han Yanghao who had been staring at Ji Wenyuan immediately saw Ji Wenyuan's pace pause for a moment.He bent his back slightly, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and couldn't see his expression because his back was facing the camera.In just a second, he straightened up again and strode down the high platform.

It was that short, insignificant pause that made Han Yanghao extremely unforgettable.

At that moment, Han Yanghao felt as if there was a bloody smell surging from his stomach, his internal organs had been smashed into a ball of foam, and even his life had been deprived of his body.

Han Yanghao covered his face and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "They... how dare they treat you like this."

In fact, after Ji Wenyuan abdicated, he was never invited out of the palace to do anything.Everyone in the Norman Empire respected him and enshrined him like a god, but they all dared not use him as if they were porcelain from the bottom of their hearts. For a person who once swore to protect his faith with his life cruel thing.

But he would never ask Ji Wenyuan for confirmation on this matter.

Maybe Ji Wenyuan was not as sad as he imagined at the time, it was just his imagination; maybe Ji Wenyuan was indeed sad at the time, but he has forgotten it now; maybe Ji Wenyuan is still sad now, but he can hide his emotions better...

Han Yanghao put down his hands abruptly, quickly ate all the half-melted smoothie, paid the bill and walked to the opposite cinema.He had noticed before that there were friends who sold Mr. Ji's goods there, and now he didn't want to go to Mr. Ji to act like a baby in real life, so he might as well buy a doll to make himself happy.

Today, however, he seems to have had bad luck.

"Oh, beauty, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Han Yanghao stopped abruptly, squinted at the space barrier that suddenly appeared around him, and said coldly without looking back: "Are you courting death?"

The man came up to him with a smile and took his shoulders: "Beauty, don't be so serious, you have to have a good time in life... Alas, calm down, calm down, don't shoot!"

Han Yanghao pointed his gun at the forehead of the visitor, gritted his teeth with a smile and said, "Long time no see, Luo Qiubai."

The guy pretended to be plaintive: "Hey, beauty, you really make me sad, don't you remember that my name is Ganapika? Come on, read to me: Gar-na-pi-ka .”

Han Yanghao ignored him, and squinted to see that the group of surveillance mayflies outside the space barrier who had suddenly "disappeared" were all blown up, and he became even more annoyed: "Why are you here?"

Ganapika brushed her long wine-red curly hair, and winked at Han Yanghao: "Hey, beauty, you said that. I'm not here. Who do you think told Tianji that the Norman Empire fell?"

Han Yanghao couldn't help sneering when he heard the words: "It seems that you are quite cheap, and you will never forget the piercing sword back then."

"You can't say that." Ganapika rubbed her red lips with her slender fingers, and continued to tease, "The quality of beauties in the top world is still relatively high ~ Of course, I am also very attracted to beauties, do you want to come with me?" hair?"

"Oh!"

Han Yanghao pulled the trigger expressionlessly.

The gun he used was a token of love given to him by Mr. Ji when he got married back then, and its power is definitely not small in today's Norman Empire. This gun directly blew up half of Ghana Picka's body.

Han Yanghao knew very well that this kind of injury was nothing to the awakened ones, as expected, the puddle of meat was pulled back in the blink of an eye and regrouped into the appearance of the red-haired demon man.What surprised him was that Ganapika looked at him with a little fright and anger: "You are crazy! You actually use the source power!"

Han Yanghao was stunned when he heard that.

Source power?He can guarantee that he absolutely didn't pour any power into the gun just now—he wasn't so angry that he lost his mind.

So it was Ji Wenyuan who stored the source power in this gun?

He never found out!