Chapter 25

Step out of the steel gate of the base.

Han Li looked back and gazed for a long time.

Then she strode forward in a determined stride.

Go to

Or bring back hope.

Or never come back!

With such determination, Han Li head also does not return to disappear in the vast night.

An hour later, Han Li returned to the original place.

Looking at the dilapidated street in front of him, Han Li took a deep breath, then took out the flashlight from his arms and held it carefully.

After praying to the gods and Buddhas in his heart, Han Li closed his eyes and gently opened his flashlight.

The electric light came out and fell on the dark and dilapidated street.

Fog, gradually rising.

When Han Li opened her eyes, she saw her own front, the original broken street, has disappeared.

Thick fog, covering the world ahead.

She finally put down her worries and bit her silver teeth, so she resolutely stepped in.

Just stepped into the fog, the balderdash of Han Li's ear, then disappeared clean.

Deep in the fog, a lamp, flickering, flickering like a star in the sky, flickering in the fog.

Han Li looked at it and finally laughed.

She strode over.

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Ling Ping An reluctantly copies the chapter just finished with the code to the release column, and then click upload.

Looking at the "published" page, he finally sighed: "I've finished this one again!"

This book, which he wrote for a year and four months, finally came to an end.

After enough melancholy, he began to think.

What is written in the next book?

Ling Ping'an scratched his head and fell into meditation.

"Why don't I go to the group and ask the big guys for advice?"

Thinking like this, he picked up his mobile phone, opened the screen, and entered a group that had been added for a long time.

He thought about it for a while and typed it in the chat box and asked: everybody, little pun Street wants to ask, is there any way to make the new book of Putou street as popular as the big guys?

After a brief silence, at last someone began to answer.

Qi Peijia: everybody, I want to ask you if there is any way to make the new book as popular as you guys?

Then one ID starts to copy and paste.

Eagle eat chicken: everybody big guy, small down the street want to ask, is there any way, can make the new book of the street and each big guy same fire?

July Xinfan: you guys, I want to ask you if there is any way to make the new book as popular as the big guys?

Xinfeng: big guys, I want to ask you if there is any way to make the new book as popular as you guys?

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Dense, dozens of ID queue replication.

Finally, the topic is ended by one person.

ID told me that I was ugly to the bottom of my soul and typed a text: when I was seven years old, I caught a cicada, thinking that I had caught the whole summer. At the age of 17, I kissed her face, thinking that I could live with her forever. At the age of 27, I met her again, thinking that I could continue to be with her, but she told me that the night was 800

As a result, the painting style of the author group changed again.

Countless people copy the text crazily, forming a long dragon.

Ling Ping An looks at it and is silent.

At this time, outside the door came the sound of footsteps.

A figure appeared at the door.

Ling Ping An raised his head and looked at the past. He saw the girl the other night standing at the door.

Ling Ping An quickly put down the mobile phone, some uneasy stand up.

Because, the bag of leaves that the girl mortgaged here last time, in these days, he soaked almost half of the bag.

In case, people take money to redeem, but they can not hand in things, isn't it very embarrassing?

After thinking about it, Ling Ping An reluctantly pretended to be calm, but actually a little guilty said, "you are coming!"

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Han Li stood at the door and looked inside.

The weirdo, sitting in that old wooden counter.

The flow of fire in the orbit, like the sun of a star, drags out a long wake.

He looked up at himself as if he had expected, and whispered, "here you are!"

The voice seemed gentle, but it fell to Han Li's ears, but it was so grand that she could not help trembling, awe and fear.

As if, their own life and death, completely tied to each other's thoughts.

This kind of feeling, let Han Li involuntarily recall when he was a child, in the summer of the security base with his friends to catch the cicada scene.

The little cicada, the sound of ignorance.However, it has attracted the attention of young children.

So, they were picked up one by one and put into a wooden jar.

Some people want to see the cicadas fight for fun.

Some people want to explore the survival ability and limit of cicada, so they either dissect it or throw it into boiling water and put it on a campfire.

Some people even want to taste the cicadas and throw them into the oil pan.

All this has nothing to do with good or evil, and there is no clear purpose.

But it's a game for kids to kill time on summer nights.

Now

Han Li looks at the strange man in the counter.

His "head" is still shrouded in the mist, only the flickering fire in his eyes.

Han Li realized clearly.

"Perhaps, in his eyes, I and the cicada under the tree on summer night are the same as each other..."

"Ignorance and ignorance, let me break into the fog..."

"It's like the call of a cicada on a summer night..."

"Fortunately, he is not a child!"

If he is still young, meet in this fog.

Han Li knew that his fate would not be better than that of the cicada under the tree.

With this in mind, Han Li corrected his attitude.

She bowed deeply and replied with great humility: "Sir, I dare to disturb you again, and hope for Haihan!"

If another person, may immediately kneel down, with the most humble tone to plead.

But Han Li was born after the cataclysm.

Demon hunters have self-respect.

She adopted her adoptive father and later educated Minister Wang, who grew up.

They instilled a truth into Han Li.

Human beings would rather die standing!

Never live on your knees!

Even the gods, demons and Buddhas, we should not deprive and distort human freedom and will!

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Ling Ping An looks at the girl at the door and suddenly bows deeply and says politely, "Your Excellency, I dare to disturb you again, but also hope for Haihan!"

He knew immediately.

"It seems that, as I imagined, this girl was born into a scholarly family in the Empire and a very conservative family."

"Such manners and gestures are enough to explain the problem!"

Thinking like this, Ling Ping An laughed: "come in quickly!"

Thank you so much The girl bowed again, and then she opened the shop and came in.

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