Chapter 186: Gone Crazy?

Huang Zhenghua rushed down to the cell of his wife and children on the ground.

After Huang Zhenghua left, Qingqing cast a layer of purgatory first-level exercises in the sky above 51 to burn the clouds, and suddenly, District 51 really became a hell on earth.

The flames burst into the sky, burning the entire sky red.

The buildings, weapons and equipment, including the people inside, were reduced to ashes in the raging fire.

In the cell on the ground level, the little one jumped through the window into Sophie Marceau's room.

When Huang Qingyu saw the little guy coming in, she excitedly picked up the little guy and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"Little one, where have you been these days, you haven't come to see me in a few days. ”

Since he was locked up here with his mother and grandfather, in addition to his mother, the little guy is the second relative he has seen.

In these months, if the little one did not come in at night to accompany him, it would have been a difficult day.

In addition to being his pet, the little guy is also a liaison and communicator, he tells himself about the outside situation, and also acts as a microphone for himself and his grandfather.

At this moment, there was a continuous explosion outside, and the flames were soaring into the sky, as if they were in a furnace, and the sky was burning red everywhere, and the temperature in the air was slightly higher than just now.

"Little guy, what are you doing outside, is it military study?" Area 51 is a special military restricted area, and it is not impossible to hold some military exercises at any time.

However, the exercise, is it necessary to use this, look at this red-hot sky, how many missiles have to be fired to achieve such an effect.

Inside the cell, Sophie Marceau was sitting on the side, looking at the little one in her son's arms and asked.

The little guy in his arms saw Sophie Marceau asking himself, thought of the purpose of coming this time, and said excitedly: "Back to the master's words, at this time, the outside is experiencing a purgatory that has never been hellish, do you see those red-hot skies outside, it is the master's nephew's spell, but it is amazing, the Thunder God Blood Emperor and both of them were split in half by a sword in front of him......"

The little one told the two of them what had just happened outside, and then said, "The master will come and take us back, and ask the master to stay here later." ”

Huang Zhenghua swooped down from the sky.

In Area 51, all the buildings, whether it is the fighter shed, the missile silo, or the mysterious research room, everything except for the two cells have been reduced to ashes, as if it has just been attacked by a nuclear bomb, and it has been burned into a speck of dust in the air by a clear move.

Huang Zhenghua came to the outside of the house, recited a mantra, and the light shield of the Shaltula shrouded in the two cells flashed, and Huang Zhenghua walked in.

Just now when Qingqing cast the fire and burning clouds, Huang Zhenghua arranged an air magic circle outside the two cells, even if the war was raging outside, it would not hurt here, plus the caster Qingqing's intention to avoid it, so Uncle Chen and Qingyu's house is now "orphans", Ruoda District 51, only two cells are erected there, which is in stark contrast to the surrounding sea of fire.

"Father!" Qingyu said in Chinese, walking over.

"Let's go, let's get out of here." Huang Zhenghua picked up his son, looked at Sophie Marceau's tired and dark eyes behind him, and said with a pain in his heart.

"Hmm!" Sophie Marceau nodded and pounced on Huang Zhenghua.

Everything outside was gone, the planes, missiles, and tall buildings were all gone, and only the strong smell of burning was in the air.

"Honey, that'...... That's ...... in the sky," Sophie Marceau said, looking up at the clear in the sky in the raging fire.

Qingqing was just standing there at this time, looking at his masterpiece, and at this time, he happened to see Huang Zhenghua walking towards Uncle Chen's room with the two of them, and also flew down this way.

"Ah" Sophie Marceau saw Qingqing coming, looked at Qingqing in the raging fire, felt the blazing temperature roast himself a little hot, shrank back, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Dad, I'm afraid!" Qingyu said as she hugged Huang Zhenghua's shoulders when she saw the fire man for the first time, her eyes were full of fear.

"Qingqing, quickly take back the spiritual fire, see how scared your brother is. Huang Zhenghua gave a blank look.

When Qingqing heard Huang Zhenghua's words, he let out a sigh of thought, and the spiritual fire around him suddenly disappeared, and Qingqing returned to normal.

"Qingqing, this is your aunt, this is your younger brother, called Huang Qingyu, today is two years old, you are more than three years older than him, you will have to take on the responsibility of an elder brother in the future and protect your younger brother. ”

This brother should be the strongest, with the big brother Qingqing, Qingyu should be able to eat and drink and wait for death in the future.

How do you say that sentence, sleep until you wake up naturally, count the money until your hands cramp.

It is said that Lao Tzu is a hero, and as a true spiritual root, although he cannot be compared with the heavenly spiritual root of Qingqing, he is also a cultivator who builds a foundation and cultivates, but his son is a waste spiritual root.

Waste spirit root, is worse than the pseudo spirit root, this kind of person's cultivation talent is lower than the pseudo spirit root people's cultivation speed, in the cultivation planet, no matter how smart this kind of person is, can only do nothing for a lifetime, and will never become the possibility of becoming a monk in the upper class.

Although Qingyu is a waste spirit root, she has inherited her mother's fine traditions, her appearance is outstanding, and her height does not look bad, Sophie Marceau said that she wants to let Qingyu mix with the entertainment industry in the future.

Huang Zhenghua has no opinion, and she is not a daughter, as long as her son likes it, with the future social status of himself and his brother Qingqing, it is still easy to be a star?

As long as he doesn't do anything hurtful to heaven and reason, he will go.

Life is just a few decades, and Huang Zhenghua doesn't want to force him, he can do whatever he wants.

Qingqing heard Huang Zhenghua's introduction, and bowed to Sophie Marceau very sensibly and said, "Hello auntie, I'm Huang Qingqing." Qingqing said like a little adult, stretching out his little hand and tilting his head.

"Hello, Qingqing, I have listened to the little guy just now, thank you. ”

Sophie Marceau wanted to say again, but was stopped by Huang Zhenghua and said: "No need for kind words, it's all my own family, let's quickly take Uncle Chen out and leave here." ”

......

Uncle Chen was taken out of the room and was very excited to see Qingqing.

Qingqing, the little guy had already told him just now.

Raise your hand in this way and disappear the people of Area 51, this is the real man of God.

"Uncle, let's go, I'll talk to you slowly when I go back. Huang Zhenghua saw that Uncle Chen's whole person was immersed in excitement and joy, and he could only remind Uncle Chen to say.

"Okay, let's get out of here first. Uncle Chen nodded, picked up Qingyu and prepared to leave.

At this time, Huang Zhenghua saw Qingqing's brows tightened, and the spiritual fire on his whole body slowly ignited again.

"Qingqing! what's wrong?"

No one in this world can stop him.

Huang Zhenghua looked at the spiritual fire on Qingqing's body that was burning for no reason, and asked worriedly.

"Uncle, I noticed that there are many military vehicles and missile units gathering here, and they should be coming for us. Qingqing said.

"How many?" Qing Qing was a Jindan powerhouse, and the range that his divine sense could recognize was much farther than that of himself, a foundation building monk.

Huang Zhenghua swept it with his divine sense just now, and found that there was nothing abnormal, it should be that the other party was outside the range of what he could recognize, and it was within the scope of Qingqing.

"A lot, a piece of black press. ”