"Why are you here?"

A man in a black nightgown walked out of the shadows. His outfit looked like a Western vampire, but in fact he was a light magistrate, but he didn't look sunny at all.

Lizhi was still sitting alone by the rock, watching the stream flowing under her feet constantly. At this time, she seemed so peaceful and peaceful.

The attack in this world has reached its absolute end, because the world can no longer organize the peak resistance forces with an established system, and the radio no longer issues auxiliary task prompts to the audience of bigwigs entering here. This means that the radio has been tested, and only the arrested fish are left in groups of three or three to clean up, and the place is completely clean.

And these listeners are extremely lucky to be the first generation of listeners in this world. Even if they will be sent to another world that needs to be attacked after the broadcast, at least they can live in this world for a while.

As Boss Liang said, the audience's greatest pursuit is nothing more than living a little longer. For the first generation of listeners, they can live at least for decades, or even for a few hundred years if they are lucky.

This is already a great sense of happiness for them.

"Pochetti, am I very familiar with you?" Lizhi didn't look back at the man. She didn't have the intention at the moment. Perhaps, for her, living for a while was not an exciting thing, because it also meant that the couple could completely gain a foothold.

When the rules of broadcasting are completely overwhelmed, the couple will be considered a real broadcast.

This is the ending that Lizhi doesn't want to see. The better your enemy lives, the more unhappy you are.

"Miss, I'm just here to express my love for you." Pochetti took out a white flower from his cuff. The flower was very charming and had a special fragrance. This is a unique flower species in this world.

"You are so... boring." Lizhi stood up and walked straight forward. Her leather boots trampled on the stream, making a crisp sound.

"Where are you going?" Pochetti should be a veteran in love. He is happy to have a love story with this excellent and cool oriental woman as the first generation listener in this luxurious time.

"Find a hole." Litchi replied.

"Hole?" Pochetti repeated the word in English. He thought he had heard it wrong? Or was he wrong?

"Yes, find a hole." Lizhi smiled, then she turned her face and looked at Pochetti for the first time, "Otherwise, she would die."

"Hahaha." Pochetti also laughed, "Miss Litchi, are you kidding? The world is almost cleaned up, where is there any possibility of threatening us?"

"Yes." Lizhi responded, and a black vortex appeared under her feet, and her figure was sank into it.

"Miss, it seems too rude to turn your head and leave like this..."

In desperation, Pochetti's body flashed, and a holy white light appeared as if to stop the lychee from leaving.

"presumptuous."

Lizhi replied to these two words very calmly.

In an instant,

The water in this stream began to flow backwards, time and space began to become chaotic, and even the light magic around Pochetti began to be cut and dispersed.

"Bang!"

Pochetti flew backwards and landed heavily on the ground, his face full of horror.

He knew that this oriental woman was very powerful, but he did not expect it to be so powerful!

I am no match for her at all, and even my magical elements cannot be condensed in front of her pressure.

"goodbye."

After returning these two words, Lizhi disappeared directly.

This goodbye is definitely not a farewell in an ordinary polite sense.

But a scene,

Separation of life and death.

Goodbye,

All of you,

you,

It's time to be cleared.

Godmother, godfather,

I'll wait for your son to come over,

Then my brother and I come to find you

Kowtow to you,

In front of your grave.

……………………

A blood light stopped Chen Ru, which made Chen Ru feel frustrated. She went crazy to bombard the blood light, but it was useless, as if something was standing in front of her was a natural barrier that she could not cross the past no matter what.

As Yan Huihong said, Chen Ru is a stupid woman. She is very strong and confident. Yan Huihong may not be able to beat Chen Ru now, and those who can become high-level listeners are definitely not fools.

However, this woman's pattern is too small.

If Chen Ru's rebellion was inspired by Su Yuhang at the beginning, then now, after she had completed Su Yuhang's request, she was still bombarding the obstacles in front of her like crazy. In fact, it was just to relieve the panic in her heart.

The more confident a person is, the more fragile she is. She knows that there is a powerful existence in this world than herself, but she didn't expect that a dead person could prevent herself from going beyond the line!

Fugui didn't even look at Chen Ru. What's so good about a crazy woman?

The armor directly passed through the formation of the orphanage and appeared inside.

Fugui's rough hands gently stroked the armor, and the consciousness inside had completely disappeared. The so-called armored man had long disappeared. Perhaps the eldest son who followed him had left together.

Fusu walked miserably, but at least he could accompany him on the road to the underworld.

Perhaps, he was unwilling to say another word to Fugui. This was his personality manifestation. Otherwise, he would not have been directly sealed by the First Emperor because of his disobedience to the arrangements of Emperor Shi.

Fugui stretched out his hand and his armor spread out, and then he fitted onto his body.

Old rich,

Blunder body,

Even if you wear the most exquisite armor in the world, it doesn't look very tall.

Nothing can be seen at all,

Instead, it's more like an old farmer who farms,

So simple that I couldn't bear to look at it.

He is not a hero, so he naturally can't wear the feeling of a big hero.

He is considered to be the person who can see the most in this world, but what he likes to see the most is his own eyes.

He doesn't like to calculating, he doesn't like to demand.

Maybe the only regret in my heart is that I was unable to pee for my fucking grandson. I held the cute porcelain doll and "she" at him to watch the little guy pee out, then wiped him, and slapped the little guy's nose.

This may be the most beautiful picture he can imagine now.

This is his life,

It is a life of wealth;

Su Yuhang once asked himself why he was called Fugui. Su Yuhang's guess was "Life and death have fate, and wealth and honor are in heaven." This is the perspective of looking at things from the perspective of the audience.

But his answer was that he was his father's fifth child, and his father was a simple farmer, thinking that many children and grandchildren were the greatest wealth.

Lao Fugui himself thought so too.

But in this life, he owed his first wife and his own child. The only person who could contact him and could speak and communicate normally was his godson, because he was also an audience member, because he was not afraid of becoming an audience member.

More children and more blessings are wealth.

There is no big reason.

The armor on his body began to get hotter and the temperature around him began to get hotter and higher.

The wrinkles on Lao Fugui's face are becoming clearer and clearer.

The eyes were filled with deep vicissitudes.

Jie Bing sat there, at a loss.

The three high-level listeners in Sichuan saw that Chen Ru could not penetrate, so they knew that they did not go forward to do anything, because the seemingly honest old man was definitely not such a good role to play with.

He did not attack himself and others because he disdained, not that he could not.

A gray light quickly landed nearby. Yan Huihong, who was experiencing rapid succession, looked pale, but when he saw Lao Fugui's figure again, he seemed very excited.

He didn't say anything, because it was useless to say more. He just bowed slightly and performed the teacher's tribute to the old man in front of him.

At this moment, a peaceful aura was flowing around. This aura was far less domineering than Boss Liang's angrily as angry as Lan Yan before, but the scope of influence was wider.

Only high-level listeners could feel the time when Boss Liang was able to feel it, while Lao Fugui's this time was able to feel it by all listeners.

In a very cliché, the description often used in official articles is like a warm current flowing into the hearts of listeners, making them feel a warm feeling.

Now,

America,

Australia,

Asia,
To be continued...