Can Duke of Storm curse Black Water, Phoenix, and Duke of Silver? Can't curse it.

Can Duke of Storm curse a certain master of life? It cannot curse it either.

The demigods really fought, and Duke of Storm was the weakest one in the Western Continent.

This is equivalent to being abused, but it will always be abused in high-end games.

In a few decades, the Eastern Continent will probably be like this. At that time, everyone will hide their real names, and the ruling can only look at a bunch of sand-sculpted code names such as "Leshan Bangbang Chicken", "Firebirds Go around", "Pure Little Dragon", "Broken Newspaper Selling Little Langjun", and there is nothing we can do.

But this time, the black magic arrived without any defense in the East Continent, just like an invasion of alien species.

No one in the East Continent knows how to solve this problem.

But for Qingchen, since the problem cannot be solved, then solve the people who create the problem.

Or in other words, this should be a demigod's way of solving problems.

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On the third day of return, Qingchen and Yangyang went to Disneyland in Haicheng together.

But what is more embarrassing is that both of the projects that are very exciting for ordinary people have passed through expressionless faces... it is important to participate.

While riding the roller coaster, Qingchen calmly described the things in the Ginkgo Paradise to Yangyang, which made Yangyang want to go and have fun. Qingchen also promised her that she would definitely take her to play one day in the future.

The two of them sat in the roller coaster and chatted calmly, which contrasted with other tourists...

Yangyang pulled Qingchen and took a lot of photos.

Taking photos for Qingchen alone or taking photos with the two is like crazy making up for the shortcomings between them and rushing to do what the couple should do.

Yangyang seemed to be afraid that time would be too fast and he had no chance to do something before he had time to do something.

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The fourth day of return.

Yangyang flew back to Luocheng with Qingchen's hand. The two of them carried a schoolbag and a baseball cap, like two travelers in time and space, enjoying the joy of travel comfortably.

They landed on the rooftop of the yellow voice building of the Luocheng Foreign Language School. Class was in progress, and the two of them were sitting leisurely on the edge of the rooftop.

Qingchen looked at the campus in a daze: "I haven't been back for a long time, but I still feel a little kind. Look at the small canteen in the southeast corner, where steamed buns cost 50 cents each, with hot and sour potato shreds in the steamed buns, which is the easiest meal. When I was the poorest, I survived every day with a steamed bun. Later, the canteen aunt might think I was too miserable and would make me a bowl of porridge for free every time."

"There is a wall of honors on the west side, and there will be photos of the first place in each grade. You can write a motto below the photo. I took the first place in the grade once, and then discussed it with the casserole rice noodle shop at the door, and advertised it to him, 'If you love her, take her to eat casserole rice noodle'. That advertisement made more than 2,000 yuan, paid a year's tuition, and spent another three months of food. Later, the school refused to do this, so I never got the first place in the grade again."

Yangyang laughed aside and said, "Is there anything else?"

"I also helped my classmates write love letters, writing a chicken leg."

"I also helped my classmate cheat in the exam. His father rewarded him with a thousand dollars and he gave me half of it."

"I study chess during the day, and at night I go to the Wangcheng Park in the north to find the old men to win money. I will deliberately lose five dollars first, and then win 20."

"Later, I continued to study chess scores and count chess, just to make them feel that they could win if they were almost there."

"But I was still young at that time. I realized the joy of winning money for the first time and didn't know how to control myself. After the old men discovered my routine, they stopped playing with me."

Qingchen smiled and recalled that he had done a lot of things for money in those years, doing all those who were immoral and those who were not immoral.

Looking back now, the difficulty in life at that time was nothing compared to the difficulties today.

This is how life is. The hurdle you once thought you could not overcome, when you look back a few years later, you will suddenly realize that it is nothing at all.

But this time, Qingchen didn't know whether he could still get over this hurdle.

"Let's go, and take you to eat Dandan noodles from Tianfu in Xiaojie," Qingchen said with a smile: "There are also Xiaojie pot stickers and Luocheng water cushions. I will go to the county tomorrow morning to drink Tiexue mutton soup."

Yangyang looked at him with a smile, thinking that time would be frozen at this moment, which would be great.

"Qingchen!" Yangyang suddenly called his name.

Qingchen turned around and looked over: "What's wrong?"

"Don't leave me alone."

"good."

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The fifth day of return.

Qingchen took Yangyang to every place he lived.

The cottage on the Shangshu Road, the rooftop terrace, and the place where you first met on Laojun Mountain.

The sixth day of return.

Qingchen and Yangyang went to the photo studio to take a photo. The two of them changed into white shirts and sat in front of the red background cloth. They looked cramped and had a stiff smile. They smiled happily like all wedding photos, but they were a little unnatural.

The photographer asked with a smile: "Your wedding photos are too stiff, just smile naturally!"

Qingchen: "I don't have any experience for the first time, maybe it's going to be fine next time!"

Yangyang smiled and leaned back and forth: "No next time!"

On the seventh day of the return, the two of them finished their lunch, wore baseball caps, held hands, and walked towards the military and civil alley together, where the story began.

It suddenly started to rain in the sky.

The drizzle fell from the gray sky and drizzled lightly on the city streets.

The whole world outside the canopy was dark, the ground was blackened by rain, and only the ground under the canopy was still left with a dry area, just like the whole world was left with this pure land.

An old man sat alone under the canopy, fanning the breeze with a palm-shaped fan. He set up a chessboard in front of him, but there was no opponent.

Qingchen sat down opposite him, and the cannon was tied with seven.

When the old man saw him, his eyes lit up: "You boy..."

Qingchen smiled and said, "Play chess first."

Five minutes later, the old man threw the chess piece indignantly: "Are you here to win me?"

Qingchen got up and went to the supermarket to get twenty dollars in the change basket: "Yes."

"You should be a person!" the old man said angrily: "I've read the news. You are so rich now, and you still come to beat me twenty yuan?"

Qingchen was happy: "It's not the same thing."

The old man looked at Qingchen again and smiled Yangyang: "Is this girlfriend?"

"Yes," Qingchen nodded: "She's name is Chen Yangyang."

Yangyang said well-behavedly: "Hello grandpa."

The old man's eyes were almost gone: "Okay, okay! Don't you drink something, just take it in the supermarket!"

"Okay!" Yangyang went and took two bottles of Nongfu Springs, without any politeness.

The old man was happier.

However, he smiled and restrained: "This period of time... is it very hard?"

People in the world only care about how powerful Qingchen is now and guess how much wealth he has. When he returned to this starting point, the person who helped him at the beginning still only cares about whether he worked hard or not.

Qingchen was very bitter: "Thank you, it's really hard. You don't know how much sin I have suffered in the past few months..."

Yangyang felt a little novel because Qingchen rarely talked about his pain to others, and everything was hidden in his heart.

But when I arrived at this place, I was like a chatterbox.

He talked from noon to afternoon, from afternoon to evening, and from evening to midnight, which made the old man feel a little brain-sufficiency.

The old man sighed: "I don't know how you survived it, I can't stand it just by listening."

"I know how hard I have worked," Qingchen said: "... Think about it now, if I didn't become a Time Walker, it would seem good, and I would regret it a little."

The old man spat: "If you don't become a time walker, where can you find such a good girlfriend? Right, girl?"

"Yes, grandpa, you're so right!" Yangyang responded with a smile.

The old man suddenly looked at Qingchen and asked, "Do you really regret it?"

After thinking for a long time, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "I don't regret it."

Although this year has been hard, tired, hurt, lost, and sad.

But the result is not important, the process is important.

Without a journey, he would not have met those important people.

Those who shine on their bodies make their lives look like they shine.

Qingchen stood up and said, "Let's go! I still have very important things to do!"

The old man felt something: "Will you come back?"

Qingchen paused for a moment: "Yes!"
To be continued...