Thomson walked over, kicked Professor Wind, crouched down, reached for the golden key, and jerked it backwards, pulling it into his arms.

Thomson stood up and kicked Professor Feng in the middle of the situation, holding the golden key in his hand, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, as if he held the lifeblood of the world, and held the scepter of the future of the earth in his hand.

The sky was a little brighter, the thunder was getting quieter, the lightning flashed away, and the dark clouds stopped in the distance.

"This is God's will, the earth will be reborn, and I am the 'God of the Future'!" Thomson shouted with his hands upwards and his eyes to the sky.

"No!" the 'Key to the Anchor' can only be held in the hands of the righteous, you are just a small speck of dust, a moment in time, how can you be so arrogant?" the voice came from the sky, wrapped in a gust of wind.

"Who, who's talking?" Thomson looked around in horror, looking around for the source of the sound.

"Child, I am the 'Wurong Wise Man', now that I turn back, it's still too late, and the common people will forgive you. ”

The three of them looked up at the sky, an elderly man in a black cloak, floating in the air, the cloak was like a huge wing, he was wearing a high black hat, a long bird's beak-like nose, a pair of eagle eyes, glaring at Thomson as if two flames were burning.

"'Wurong Wise Man'?!" Professor Feng shouted in surprise, this is the 'Wurong Wise Man' who sent himself out of the canyon, which is great.

"Hand it over, child!" the wise man of Ulrong shouted softly as he looked down at Thomson, stretched out his hands.

Thomson gritted his teeth, "I'm the powerhouse of the world, bastard, get out!" he raised his gun and you fired, a few bullets shot at the Wise Man of Wurong, and a few strands of black clothes floated down from the air.

The Wurong wise man sighed, flapped his wings, turned around and flew away, disappearing into the air, leaving behind a few faint sneers that slowly drifted away.

"Don't go!" Professor Feng pleaded with his hand in the air, his eyes filled with despair, "Please, 'Wise Ones'. ”

"It's all a lie, I'm the king of the earth! Thomson looked at the vanished Wise Man of Ulrong and laughed wildly.

Thomson turned to look at the wind, but felt a faint numbness in his arm, as if he had been bitten by a bug or an ant, and then, for a while, his heart palpitated, his whole body trembled, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his breath became rapid.

The wind, which had been silent, approached Thomson's ear and whispered: "I am the king of the earth, the final winner, respected Mr. Thomson, I didn't expect it." ”

"Wind, you, you, what do you want to do?" Thomson asked in surprise.

"What are you doing?" haha," the wind laughed, with an exaggerated and eerie laugh, "You're just my pawn, and it's a joke to call yourself the 'King of Earth'." He grabbed Thomson's short-barreled gun, pulled off Thomson's backpack, pulled out a black test tube, and played with it in his hand, with a victor's smile on his face.

Thomson tried to resist, but he went limp and kept calling, like a puddle of mud, and slowly fell to the ground.

Professor Wind looked at the wind as if it were a stranger he had never seen before.

"What the hell is going on, who are you?" asked Thomson hissed.

"Sure enough, the smarter the person, the stronger the curiosity. Feng Sheng put away the short-barreled gun and clapped his hands, "I'm Feng Sheng, Professor Feng's butler, how could I commit myself to you so easily and surrender to you, I just lied to you, I didn't expect you to believe it." I have my ideals, and that is the mission and responsibility of history! Are you a little numb in your arms and slowly starting to twitch?"

Thomson didn't speak, his pained expression acknowledging it all, and Professor Wind was even more bewildered.

Feng Sheng waved his hand, holding a stack of papers in his hand, and continued: "Mr. Thomson, you must be familiar with this thing, right?" He walked up to Thomson, bowed his head, and put the thing in his hand in front of his eyes.

"What is this?" asked Tai He in surprise.

"A study on climate change, to be exact, was mailed by you to Professor Feng. ”

Hearing the words "research report", Thomson's face turned even paler, as if he understood something.

"On the nails of the bound report, 'Jin Jinghao' and '****' are smeared, this is also your way to deal with Professor Feng, I have always carried this letter, and now I use it for you, and it can be regarded as a report and a report, hehe. ”

"'Golden Artemisia' and '****'?" Thomson had a frightened look on his face, his cheeks were as pale as paper due to the sudden contraction of his heart, he reached out to touch his left arm, but his right hand could no longer be raised, "You, you, you ......"

"Was your left arm a little numb just now? haha. Fengsheng sneered, "That's right. ”

"Now that everything is in my hands, I won't give you any nonsense, Mr. Thomson, and I wish you a good dream!" the wind pulled the trigger, and the bullet struck Thomson in the chest. Blood soaked Thomson's shirt, he covered his heart, ** in pain, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his whole body stiffened, and then he collapsed on the ground, slowly closing his eyes.

"Rumour, I knew you wouldn't be with Thomson. Professor Feng reluctantly did so, a smile on his face, "Let's go back to the canyon together, and let the 'Anchor Key' return to where it belongs." ”

"Wind Language, you are still so naïve and ridiculous, you say, why can't I become the king of the world and control my own destiny. "I'm not your slave!"

Professor Feng was immediately stunned, and the wind that had been cautious and cautious in his words and deeds in front of him actually said such incredible words today.

"As Thomson said, if I destroy the 'anchor of the earth' and have the 'god of darkness', everyone wants to become the 'king of the earth', everyone wants to have the absolute power after the rebirth of the earth, and besides, I can also take the opportunity to complete my historical mission, haha, why not do it?"

Professor Feng said awe-inspiringly: "Fengsheng, how did you become like this? Put down the gun in your hand, let's go home together!"

"I'm not interested in explaining it to you!" shouted the wind, and he raised the short barrel in his hand, resting his hand on the trigger, aiming it at Professor Feng.

Professor Feng raised his head and faced the muzzle of the black hole, he choked a little, tears dripping, maybe too sad, his pale face could not hide his anger, in the dim skylight, his eyes were like flames burning in the water.

The two looked at each other as if they were enemies for a thousand years, with a fatalistic grudge.

The moment Feng Sheng saw Professor Feng's gaze, his heart trembled, the muzzle of the gun was lowered downward, and his heart felt like a heavy blow, and he almost gave up. Countless images flashed through my mind, most of them about the tribulations of the descendants of the rain department, who were displaced and lived in a foreign land. He has waited for this day for decades, and he must not stop there!

In just a few minutes, it seemed that decades had passed since the wind had passed, and he finally strengthened his inner obsession again, and pointed his gun straight at Professor Feng.

"Take your life, Whisper of the Wind, get rid of you, and I'll be back to the canyon in a spaceship. In front of the entire Wind Tribe, I will destroy the 'Key to the Anchor' and make it worse than death. The final power is mine!"

The stakes are at stake!

"Stop!" a loud voice exploded on the platform at the top of the mountain.

The wind shook his hand and looked in the direction of the sound, hehe, this is really effortless.

Feng Yiqun climbed up from the edge of the cliff and walked over, with no pure iron in his hands, only Xiao Feng---- the tired cockatoo, who had lost a lot of feathers, and stood on his shoulder.

Feng Yiqun's clothes were covered with mud, his pants were torn to shreds by the thorns of the bushes, like a broken flag, the shoes on his feet were gone, his heels were bleeding, and his body was scarred, only the unruly hair still showed his personality.

"Haha. Feng Sheng saw Feng Yiqun's embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help laughing, "It turned out to be Feng Yiqun, don't come to the doctor unharmed?"

"Why are you treating Professor Feng like this, are you crazy?" Feng Yiqun asked angrily.

"Crazy, crazy, you're crazy!" Xiao Feng stood on Feng Yiqun's shoulders and shouted in a straight voice.

"Yo yo, you sent this to the door yourself, don't blame me for killing them all, I'm sorry, the descendants of the wind department. Feng Sheng said proudly.

"Who are you?" Professor Feng exclaimed, apparently overhearing the sound, "Aren't you the sound of the wind?"

"You're all going to die today! In that case, I might as well let you die to understand. ”

Fengsheng took two steps forward, was silent for a few minutes, as if wondering where to talk about Aunt Yi, raised his gun at them, and continued: "This story, starting from a thousand years ago, can also be said to be a historical grievance. ”

"Historical grievances?" Feng Yiqun asked inexplicably.

"I think this history, the language of the wind should be very clear, that is, the history of bloody tribal wars that took place in Erhai during the Dali Kingdom. The wind stared at Professor Wind.

"Could it be the late autumn of 1253, the fierce battle between the wind and the rain in the thirty-seven tribes of eastern Yunnan?" asked Professor Feng.

"That's right! It was that vicious battle, the main force against the Yuan Dynasty, ----- Yubu, who was ordered to exterminate the traitors of the Dali Kingdom--- and the war between the Wind Department, the elite was lost. It is because the wind department set up an ambush in advance to lure us into the rain department, and then encircled and annihilated it, causing the rain department soldiers and horses to collapse and withdraw from the historical stage. As a result of this historical event, the Dali Kingdom was conquered by the iron cavalry of the Yuan Dynasty, the rivers and mountains were bloody, and the people were devastated. Is this a blood debt of history?"

Professor Feng sat up straight and looked up at the wind, "No matter where you stand, the actual situation is not what is recorded in the history books. Because, I specially collected some local historical records and folk historical materials, and went to the field to conduct many investigations, and finally clarified this historical misunderstanding, which is completely different from what you just mentioned!"

"Oh, I'd like to hear your opinion, what's wrong with history?" the wind took a step and continued to ask.