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Chapter 698 Myself (1)

After another disastrous defeat, the commanders of the Outer Dao Demon Realm realized that it seems that in winter in the extreme north, especially when there is something called "snow" on the ground, it will often cause the army of the Holy Race to become passive and unable to reverse it. situation.After much deliberation, they finally decided to wait until the winter of the Great Wall of Impassion passed and there was no more snow before attempting to break through the Great Wall of Impossibility.

Because of this, after an unprecedented battle, the human world battlefield once again fell into a strange silence that was by no means short.

"It's probably because of the heavy snow." Luo Lang smiled and said, "Why do they like to attack after the snow, because they think it's emotional?"

"Maybe... simply because of stupidity." Yu Huatian, who guards the Great Wall, also complained: "It's cold, and you fight against the north wind like a knife, so you don't have to worry about letting your hands get frozen if you don't pay attention. Lost? Dongchang doesn’t recruit monsters, what kind of bodies are they?”

A few days later, Linghu Chong, who lived half a year of idle cloud and wild crane and devoted himself to his duty for half a year, lived like a schizophrenic, suddenly switched from idle cloud and wild crane back to a state of dedication to his duty.And when everyone in the Great Wall was wondering why Linghu Chong would return suddenly, they saw that he took out a letter on his own initiative and handed it to Zhu Wushi through Duan Tianya's hand.

"Hero Linghu (he's 50, it's impossible to be a hero) has he read the letter?"

Linghu Chong shook his head and told Zhu Wushi: "Actually, this letter also appeared in my arms inexplicably a few days ago. From the beginning to the end, I didn't realize when this letter came into my arms."

"The letter said that the Devil's attack will start after the 10th, and will not start again until the spring blossoms."

"The 10th? The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming?"

Some people present immediately understood that the so-called "10 days" must be the 10 days of the heretic demon world, which is about 100 days of the human world.At that time, it will be mid-March (the lunar calendar, the end of April and the beginning of May in the Gregorian calendar), which is a good time to attack.

But the next question came, who hoped to entrust Linghu Chong with this letter, hoping that the Great Wall of Desperation would know about it?And could the time indicated in this letter be deliberately created by some enemies to confuse the Great Wall?
Although no one present could guess who wrote the letter, since he could easily get close to Linghu Chong and had the ability to slip a letter into someone's arms without Linghu Chong noticing.Even if this person is not a martial arts master, he must have a great relationship with a martial arts master.

Not to mention, when Luo Lang and Huo Chou brought the letter back to their old business of the Jianghu Investigation Department for the second time, they quickly found clues about the letter.It just so happens that the source of this clue is the former head of the Huashan School who is over [-] years old and has retired to the second line—Junzi Jianyue Buqun!
"This word is very familiar to the old man."

"Does Lao Yue look familiar?"

"Familiar!" Yue Buqun said confidently, "Because of this font, people hate it!"

By the way, Yue Buqun can be regarded as the master of a wealthy family, and there are only a handful of people who can make him utter the word "hate". Among them, the one with the deepest hatred is the generation of tycoons who have dominated the world for a while - Zuo Lengchan!

"That's right, it's Zuo Lengchan's handwriting, but compared to his handwriting more than 20 years ago, his current calligraphy has improved a lot."

But the question is, why Zuo Lengchan, who has been silent for more than 20 years, suddenly jumped out?No, he is still in the dark, so the verb "jump" cannot be used.But no matter what, unless someone deliberately imitates Zuo Lengchan's handwriting, it means that a generation of heroes who have been forgotten by the world has returned.

It's just that he, as a heretical monster, why did he let Linghu Chong deliver a message for the Great Wall of Desperation?What is Zuo Lengchan's intention and what kind of intentions do he have? We can only wait for time to give you the most real answer.

Time flies by in the human world, but for the heretic demon world, it was only yesterday that Bao'er walked into the sacred crystal tree.But Bao'er, who got into the holy crystal tree, didn't feel how slow the time passed at all, and he even had the illusion of spending his life quickly. (Author: I did not black Honda)
[Remember, no matter what you see or experience, always remember and firmly believe in who you are until your death!Find yourself with the fastest speed, remember yourself, and believe in yourself! 】

Bao'er didn't understand why the system would say such things to him before he entered the crystal pillar and was enveloped by the sudden crystal that made him unable to understand.He thought to himself: "How can I not remember that I am..."

"Yes... who's here?"

day to day!
day to day!
Repeating irrelevant work day after day.An ordinary boy who is neither tall nor handsome, but also a little puffy, is sitting in a company less than 50 square meters, engaged in unskilled work.As soon as he opened his sleepy eyes, he saw the "minister" who was his immediate boss staring at him with glaring eyes.

"Sleep lazy at noon, have you finished all the work I entrusted to you?"

"But the kind of form that only leaders are qualified to fill out, is it really appropriate to hand it over to a small employee like me?"

"So that means it's not finished? You still have the face to sleep if you haven't finished? You can still sleep? Who do you think you are? The general manager?"

The big boy smiled shyly, and whispered, "I don't like being licked by gay guys."

"What did you say?"

At this moment, the big boy suddenly saw the uncontrollable anger in the minister's eyes, and he also saw that he gradually clenched his fists, as if he might punch him at any time.And also grinned grinningly and asked the big boy:
"What did you say just now, I will give you another chance to organize your words."

Suddenly, a voice seemed to urge the big boy like a devil: "Punch him in the stomach with the right fist, hit his chin with the left fist, and explode his balls after he falls to the ground! Hit it, I will guarantee you a good punch!" Incomparable! Let's fight!"

Then, the big boy suddenly showed a bloodthirsty expression like a ghost, and whispered in the ear of the terrified minister: "You are just a universal socket next to the sink in the public toilet."

Then the minister only felt a sudden sharp spasm pain in his stomach, and then he felt a whirlwind. When he gradually regained consciousness, he saw that the big boy had raised his right foot high and kicked it without hesitation. Stepping on a lump of soft flesh between the Minister's legs.

Finally, there was a miserable scream.

"Beauty Lin! Beauty Lin!"

Suddenly there was an inexplicable feeling of falling from a high altitude, and the college student known as Lin Damei realized that the arm that was dozing off with her face propped up was ripped off her face by her roommate and best friend.

"Don't you have any nightmares?"

Miss Lin shook her head, expressing that she herself didn't know whether the dream just now was a nightmare or not.But because their movements just now were a bit big, they were naturally watched by the old professor on the podium.The old professor also half-jokingly said: "Although my minor course is called "Dream Psychology", this student can't really treat the teacher's class as a dream!"

After finishing speaking, the old professor pointed to Miss Lin again, and asked her: "Then what kind of dream did this student just have? If it is convenient for you to tell, can you share it with everyone?"

……

agreed third
(End of this chapter)