Chapter 114

In fact, before meeting Zhu Zhuqing, Hemingway planned to go directly to the capital of Tiandou Empire to see if he could connect with the snow night emperor who was his uncle in terms of seniority. Then he waited for an opportunity to seek the heaven and earth cover of the Hanhai, but he happened to meet Zhu Zhuqing, which made him change his mind. She decided to take her to Shrek college and meet the protagonists of the original book. And his half brother Dai mubai.

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned when he heard Hemingway spit out the name Shrek. She almost forgot that the person she wanted to find seemed to be studying in Shrek college. Then she was happy and said unconsciously, "I... can I follow you?"

After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks were hot. He thought it was not good to say so. He quickly explained, "I'm going to Shrek college, too."

Hemingway looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who explained to himself, and thought that the girl was too cute. On the surface, he looked indifferent and said, "since you're on your way, let's go together."

After that, he turned and walked in a certain direction without dragging the water. Anyway, all the things that should be packed are in the storage soul guide. Zhu Zhuqing followed him gracefully on the catwalk. After walking for a while, I suddenly turned around and took a look at the wooden house behind me. I was reluctant to give up.

After watching it for a long time, she finally turned her head and left the place she missed

half a month later.

Or somewhere in the forest.

"We'll almost be in Soto tomorrow." Zhu Zhuqing put up a tent to sleep in the evening, patted the dust on his hands and thought. Then he went to the bonfire, sprinkled seasoning and flipped the golden crisp soft bone rabbit on the grill. He sat down next to Hemingway, who was very focused.

Hemingway's prey volume is still within Zhu Zhuqing's acceptance range. After all, rabbit is so cute that it must taste delicious.

Zhu Zhuqing's curiosity about this man has reached the extreme in the past half a month. That mystery deeply attracted her. Too many things stunned her along the way. In addition to using the soul guide to collect and release things, Hemingway never used the soul force and did not release the martial soul in battle. He fought all by his terrible body. The black Trident on his back seemed to be an ornament. It's basically not used in combat except when cooking prey.

But that's him. But you can tear everything apart with your bare hands!

No matter what kind of soul beast, it was as fragile as paper paste in front of him!

If the soul skill is strange and changeable, there are all kinds of different forms. Then Hemingway's power is simple and rough, destroying the dead and decaying!

Push everything with your muscles!

They look white and delicate, like fists that can only hold a pen and write, but they can easily break boulders, and their feet can kick out the white air blade and tear open the earth. Every fist and foot has great power!

Zhu Zhuqing once asked him curiously, what are these? The other party just said two words faintly: "sports skills!"

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Zhu Zhuqing sat in front of the campfire, his thoughts flying, and thought of the cold-blooded family, the dirty Royal struggle, his cruel sister and the fate shackles tightly pressed on him, as well as the fiance he didn't like.

She pursed her pink lips, gently bit her lower lip with her teeth, frowned slightly, lost her eyes, and murmured, "Hemingway, are some people born to be bound by the shackles of fate... Do you believe in fate?"

Hemingway stopped turning his hands, turned his head and looked at the young girl with her knees in her arms and long legs bent. Her expression was cold, dull and haggard. Think of her identity, think of the ridiculous and cruel system of Xingluo empire... An unknown anger is also burning in her heart!

"Destiny?..."

Hemingway stood up, turned his back to Zhu Zhuqing and said something that baffled her.

"I don't know what you're carrying."

"But instead of believing in such ridiculous things as fate, I prefer to believe in my fist!"

"Use your fist to break all the obstacles on the way forward!"

"My life is mine, not heaven!"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the white haired boy who had changed greatly. She was surprised. The subsequent scene made her unforgettable all her life. The man slowly raised his hand and clenched his fist. The dazzling golden light shone on the night, and the terrible light was like a sun condensed on his fist!

"Buzz!!!"

One punch, swing!!!

A terrible sonic boom sounded.

"Boom!!!"

With the explosion like the collapse of the mountains and the earth, the dazzling golden light blooms!

Light up the night.

The whole world is as bright as day in an instant.

Zhu Zhuqing closed his eyes subconsciously by the dazzling golden light. He only felt that the surrounding positions were shaking and the wind was howling, as if the end was coming! It's like a kitten who can only shiver when an earthquake comes.

long time.

When everything calms down.

Zhu Zhuqing finally dared to open his eyes a little, but he saw a smooth road in front of him!

The front was originally a lush thorny jungle.

But at the moment, it has become a straight avenue to the sky!

You can't see the end at a glance.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing was dull, staring at the beautiful eyes and opening his mouth slightly. There was only this shocking scene and the voice echoing in his mind in his eyes.

"The so-called strong are not afraid of fate!"

"It will only bully the weak."

"So... If you don't want to..."

"Just try to resist! Get stronger..."

"Zhu Zhuqing!"

Zhu Zhuqing covered her mouth tightly with her hands and looked at the tall figure of the man in front of her with tears in her eyes. All kinds of uneasiness and hesitation accumulated in my heart over the years, all the confusion and chaos, when I see this straight and smooth road in front of me, they all disappear.

Hemingway's punch not only blew out a thoroughfare to the sky, but also smashed the heavy chain in Zhu Zhuqing's heart... But also left an indelible impression in the girl's heart forever!

"Hoo..."

Take a long breath.

Hemingway only felt that after this punch, the depression and hatred accumulated in his heart for many years! Fear and anger. All along with this fist to vent!

Cool, it's so cool!

However, I feel that my body is empty at this time, and I don't even have any soul power. Hemingway was also a little embarrassed and patronized to be handsome in front of his sister. Inadvertently, he exerted too much force and squandered all his soul power.

Fortunately, after he punched out, the damage was very strong. It is estimated that no long-term soul beast dared to come here. It's a blessing in misfortune.

Of course, even if there was a powerful ghost attack at this time, Hemingway was not afraid. After all, although he has no soul power, he still has a strong physique. If a short-term soul beast dares to take advantage of it, Hemingway doesn't mind teaching it to be a man... A beast with his fist.

And no matter how bad it is, he still carries the Poseidon Trident with him. A weapon weighing 18000 kg can't be taken by any soul beast when it is waved. So no matter what, their safety is guaranteed. There will never be a pit father who plays too much and ends up playing himself to death.

PS for tickets, for collection.