Countdown to return 120:01:39.

In a bank in the fourth district, more than forty time travelers were hiding with more than twenty refugees.

The forty-two Time Walkers were from the same team. They hid in the bank in advance because they encountered a tide of rats. Later, because of kindness, they opened the door and accepted more than 20 refugees.

Among these forty-two people, three of them were cliff challengers. They had just completed the fifth challenge and each of them ate 5 fruits of immortality.

The mind should be stronger than others.

Ye Han, who was also a challenger next to him, hugged an eight-year-old boy who was trembling and comforted: "Don't be afraid, brother, let's have a sleep first, seniors are here to protect you."

A piece of meat was bitten off the little boy's calf by a mouse, and Ye Han could only briefly bandage him, and there was no other way.

In the bank hall, the refugees were trembling with despair written on their faces.

They comforted each other, and the challenger Zhang Hubao, who once supported Hu Jingyi in front of the cliff, whispered: "Don't worry too much. The shelter points given by the dean are to let us avoid the limelight for the time being. There are too many tides of rats outside. When it calms down a little, he will come to pick us up."

"Will the little dean really come?" said the walker with time worried.

"It should be," Zhang Hubao nodded and said, "He made such a detailed plan and set up such a detailed refugee point for us. It is convenient for him to pick us up. Don't worry, don't be affected by the desperate emotions of the refugees. We must maintain our strength."

To be honest, Zhang Hubao was unsure of it, and he didn't know whether the boss would come to save them in such a dangerous environment.

According to human nature, even if no one comes to save it, it is understandable. Who would let himself be in danger again and again? Moreover, Zhang Hubao knew that if he really wanted to save it, there would be too many teams that Qingchen would have to save.

At this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded outside the bank. Someone looked through the blinds and saw dense tides of rats rushing by.

Just because this bank had been looted for a long time, Rat Tide did not search here again.

But the next moment, someone suddenly screamed subconsciously in the building opposite.

The tide of rats outside suddenly stopped and swarmed towards the source of the screams.

After a long time, the screams from the building opposite stopped.

Everyone sat quietly in the bank, waiting silently for Qingchen's rescue, and did not dare to speak.

One hour, two hours...eight hours, twelve hours.

Zhang Hubao and the others never waited for rescue.

Until all expectations begin to slowly turn into disappointment, or even despair.

Later, when someone asked Zhang Hubao whether the young dean would come to save everyone, Zhang Hubao just said in a daze...it should be.

Because he didn't know either.

"Or why we rush out by ourselves, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope," said the challenger Ye Han.

Zhang Hubao's eyes refocused: "No, it's too long. According to the boss's estimated time, the rat tide has now taken shape, and no one can live through dozens of kilometers."

"Yes, no one can travel dozens of kilometers alive, so no one will come to save us."

But at this moment, there was a sudden loud knock outside, dongdong.

Then a tired voice said, "Open the door."

Zhang Hubao's eyes lit up, and all the time travelers stood up!

That was the voice of the little dean!

They were going to open the bank gate, but were stopped by the refugees: "Don't open the door, what if people outside attract the rat tide?"

Zhang Hubao said calmly: "Get out of the way, we are leaving. Whether you are willing to keep up is your own business."

After saying that, he pushed the refugees away and pulled up the bank gate.

Under the moonlight, Qingchen stood outside the door with exhausted expression: "Sorry, I'm late."

Zhang Hubao's nose felt sour: "Don't say that, it's not late, everyone is still alive."

"Let's go," Qingchen smiled and said, "Send you to meet with others."

Zhang Hubao carried the injured 8-year-old boy on his back and nodded vigorously.

The people in the bank did not follow, and Qingchen did not persuade him.

Each stage has its choices for each stage. At this time, he can only save those who are willing to believe in him.

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Countdown to return 105:39:02.

The mistress and others had just repelled a wave of rats. Everyone was panting and sitting on the wet sandbags. At this time, everyone didn't care about their image. Just sit down and rest for a while.

There are also many women in the parent-teacher meeting. The mistresses don’t let them go to the battlefield, so they just ask them to do some logistics work.

At this time, the women carried simple stretchers and carried away the dead families.

They shed tears while lifting, because some family members had their hands chewed out by rats, and some of them kept biting the rats.

The tragic situation of those corpses is unbearable to look at.

The logistics staff placed the bodies behind one by one, and no one knew if everyone had any chance to bury them. Maybe everyone would soon lie there and meet their comrades underground.

There are also injured people who are holding back their wails on the stretcher, for fear of affecting the morale of the army.

The mistress turned her head and didn't dare to look at it for a long time.

A voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie: "Here you back! Parents are back!"

Everyone stood up and looked, but saw Qingchen leading more than a hundred people to run quickly. Fortunately, the rat wave had just been repelled, otherwise these people would not have been able to escape so smoothly.

"Hurry up," said the mistress: "Hot the food and let him come back and eat a few bites!"

This was the seventh wave of students that Qingchen had received. During this period, Qingchen only sat on the ground to adjust his body with the knight's breathing technique, and then left again.

The refugees also saw him returning to the refugee again and again, and everyone remembered this figure.

When Qingchen left, an aunt secretly asked the mistress: "Does this young man have a partner? He looks kind."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! The mistress smiled bitterly on the spot: "If you think he is kind, that's wrong. I saw the news that he had killed the A02 base before. He was the one who beat the God Generation Consortium with one hand."

Now this incident is becoming more and more evil. In the mistress's mouth, Qing Chen is only three heads and six arms, and the others are perfect.

After Qingchen sent Zhang Hubao and others to the defense line, he simply asked: "Does and casualties?"

Xiao San's face was sad: "3,192 people died, 7,121 people were slightly injured, and 1,409 people were seriously injured."

Qingchen asked again: "Can you bear it?"

The mistress immediately stood up straight: "Yes!"

Qingchen nodded: "Hold on your shoulder."

After saying that, he turned around and left without stopping at all.

"Parent, stay here to eat and have some rest," said the mistress anxiously.

Qingchen just waved his hand and said nothing.

There are still dozens of teams of time walkers and children waiting for him, and he doesn't have so much time to feel sorry for himself.

Moreover, the tide of rats is getting bigger and bigger. He can wait. Those who are still waiting for others are afraid they don’t have so much time to wait.

Zhang Mengqian suddenly said, "Actually, the boss is punishing himself. He asked Kunlun people and you to stay in this city together. Every time you die, he will blame himself, even if he just made the most correct decision."

"But we don't blame him," said the mistress.

"It has nothing to do with whether you blame him or not," Zhang Mengqian replied.

The mistress realized that this was what Principal Zheng said: the person who made the decision was the most painful. If he wanted to take over the command, he had to bear this pain.

Qin Shuli looked at the direction of Qingchen leaving and said silently.

He had very little interaction with Qingchen. Even though he married Zhang Wanfang, he had never seen Qingchen several times.

At that time, he was worried from the bottom of his heart that Zhang Wanfang often met Qing Guozhong because of Qingchen.

During that period, Qing Guozhong even found Qin Shuli's factory and asked him to borrow money, saying that if he didn't borrow money, he would throw Qingchen to Zhang Wanfang and Qin Shuli's upbringing.

A current husband was found by his wife's ex-husband to borrow money. This life experience is really bad.

Therefore, when Qin Shuli examined the father and son Qing Guozhong and Qing Chen, he instinctively brought some repulsion.

To be honest, normal people will reject it.

After Qing Guozhong was imprisoned, Qin Shuli asked his friend to learn about the incident and then found out that the person who reported Qing Guozhong was called "Mr. Qing, an enthusiastic citizen". Who else could there be besides Qingchen?

But Qin Shuli was a little confused about why Qingchen reported Qing Guozhong?

Later, Qin Shuli came to the inner world. When he learned that the parent meeting was Qingchen, he began to collect all information about the boy.

At that moment, Qin Shuli realized that he was wrong. Qingchen and Qing Guozhong were completely different, and he shouldn't have put his prejudices against Qing Guozhong on Qingchen.

When a fire broke out in the Baizhou villa and Zhang Wanfang pulled him to prevent him from checking, Qin Shuli felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

He didn't blame Zhang Wanfang because his wife's life was also very hard. She finally survived until she was 40 years old and she couldn't lose everything at the moment.

Qin Shuli only felt that all of them owed Qingchen. The young man had a gambler's father and a mother who ignored him. Life must have been very hard over the years.

In the inner world, he spared no effort to work, always feeling that he should do more.
To be continued...