Chapter 875

Hao Zhi wants to laugh, but he wants to cry

This feeling is complex and sits in my heart. Seeing Shen Yin Liangzi's series of funny actions, I can't help laughing.

But I feel sad in my heart. I think of the gag at the beginning. I can be nervous at any time. No matter how critical the moment is, no matter how critical the moment of life or death is, with her, there can always be countless laughter.

She is such a sunny child, so simple, let things go, and never care about the gains and losses of life.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that God favored her so much and didn't give her much suffering. She spent a happy life, had a family, a stable and peaceful life, had her own children and everything that an ordinary person should have.

And leave us guys to accept the harm of fate. After countless hardships, we can't get rid of it... Alas!

Hao Zhi sighed and heard Wang Yanke's crying voice in his earphone: "mouse, are you thinking about it like me?"

Hao Zhi gave a sad cry and heard a suppressed sob from the other end of the communicator. Wang Yanke was trying to suppress her sorrow. Perhaps she had thought that after her resurrection, she would have a chance to see her old friend again.

But I can't imagine that Zhang Diandian is no longer in this world. Yin and yang are separated forever, and life and death are boundless

Miso!

Liangzi finally rubbed his thigh roots, jumped up from the ground and moved for a while. Ouch ouch scolded. What broken armor did you take me to make such an exaggerated action? My mother's Chu female membrane was torn by you. See how you compensate me!

At this time, the electronic sound of organizing the competition came from the air: "the competition is suspended!"

"What?" Hao Zhi was stunned and asked loudly, "is there any pause in this game?"

"It's because of an accident..." the electronic voice stopped and said, "we have agreed on the rules of the game before the game. Players can use weapons in the process of fighting, but they can't accept external help... You've committed a foul!"

"What nonsense! How did we break the rules?" Hao Zhi jumped discontentedly to the center of the challenge arena and asked the Buddha. In fact, he was also guilty. Li Weigong just secretly helped Liangzi. Was he seen through by the enemy?

The Buddha was silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "since it is stipulated that she can't accept the help of others, the armor worn by this girl belongs to you. It's a foul for her to borrow your armor to compete!"

"Aren't you kidding? I'm willing to lend it to her... What's the matter?" Hao Zhi argued loudly. "If that counts, does eating a steak before the game count as accepting the help of the chef?"

The Buddha's speech rhythm is still very slow: "It's different. Food or borrowing other people's swords and weapons can't be counted as being helped. It's just that this armor has the ability of subjective consciousness, and has a high degree of personal recognition. It's like a symbol of you, a part of your body. You can even command Shen Yin Liangzi to fight through remote control. It's against the rule..."

Hao Zhizhi stopped talking and turned to look at Liangzi, who was making faces at the Buddha. They looked at each other.

He suddenly looked up: "if you want to be so unreasonable, shall we admit defeat in the first game?"

"If you give up the game, you can!" the Buddha smiled.

"No!" Shen Yin Liangzi suddenly interrupted Hao Zhi, "why admit defeat? We haven't finished yet!"

"You silly girl, don't be stupid. There's no ghost face blue armour to stop you. You've been dead for a long time!" Hao Zhi hurried up to persuade her.

"No!" Liang Zi's stubbornness came up, "since they say so..."

She brushed away her armor, leaving only a gray and blue Starfleet combat suit. Then she rolled down the ring from her finger and threw it back to Hao Zhi.

"Is that all right? Can I continue the competition?" Shen yinliangzi asked loudly.

The Buddha was silent for a moment and seemed to continue to check whether there were any other fouls on Liangzi. After a while, he said majestically: "there is no problem. The first time is a warning. Next time, you will be directly judged to lose the game. You must rely on your own strength to complete the whole game!"

"You..." Hao Zhi went to pull Liangzi, "good, don't make trouble. Your grandmother gave you to me. I can't let you die in such a game!"

"Grandpa, if you bring me here, I should try my best to win the game, shouldn't I? Besides, if my grandmother is here, how will she choose?" Liangzi looked at Hao Zhi seriously and said.

Hao Zhizhi stares at Shen yinliangzi's delicate face like a flower. She can't help but see the stubborn Dian. Yes, even if Zhang Dian is here, she will continue to fight to the end.

"But..." Hao Zhi was still unwilling. He was just about to continue to say something. Liang Zi raised a finger and shook him. "Grandpa, this is my game, my stage. Please quit..."

"Oh..." Hao Zhi felt a strong pressure, so he had to arrange a sentence reluctantly. Girl, be careful. It's not humiliating to admit defeat. It's not glorious to be killed!

With these words, he jumped back to the stage and stood in the crowd. Suddenly, he remembered that when he put on his military uniform for the first time, he shaved off his long hair, came out of the door and was ready to participate in his first battle. Xu zhe once said similar words to himself.

At that time, facing the landing battle of the blood moon army from the sea, Xu zhe said to himself, son, remember, war is not death, running for life is not humiliating!

Hao Zhi feels that his eyes are a little wet. Recently, he may be a little old. When he is almost 40, he suddenly feels a lot of emotion. Many of his old friends and old people occasionally bump into his heart and make himself confused.

Alas, at the beginning, when the world came to a critical juncture and the burden of saving the world fell on Xu Zhe's shoulder, he was not much bigger than himself. Now, Hao Zhi has come to the center of the world and become an important person who determines the fate of the world.

He once envied Xu Zhe's majesty and demeanor. He secretly regarded him as an idol. He watched him devise strategies, guide the country and mountains, and see him wield his sword to break the clouds. The princes came to the West as much as possible.

However, how could the young self imagine how much pressure he was bearing?

Today, Hao Zhi, who carries the prosperity and decline of the whole world on his shoulders every day and night, finally realizes that kind of fatigue and hard work. You can't have one more minute to rest. Even if you lie down and sleep for one more hour, thousands of people will be killed in the war.

You can't make mistakes and make any wrong decisions, because you can't afford to lose, and you don't have a chance to do it again. When all the people are watching you for ideas, you become everyone's backer, and you, alone, have no one to rely on.

Liangzi, now you can only rely on yourself. God, Hao Zhi doesn't dare to think about how to carry out the next battle