Lao Zhao did not delve into this issue.

Although the family has become a lot weirder recently, if you think about it, it may be that the pressure of people reaching middle age is too much, which leads to unfounded suspicions caused by nervous sensitivity, which should be called menopause according to academic terms.

For this situation, Lao Zhao was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help touching the messy stubble on his chin.

It stands to reason that this menopause has something to do with him!

"Whew-"

Lao Zhao finally decided to smoke a red plum.

When he encounters a problem, there is nothing that cannot be solved by one red plum, if there is, then use two red plums to cheat the number of words, by the way, I wish the rich and handsome genuine reader Chicken will never take a holiday!

With such sincere blessings, you should be able to change the leader of the alliance, right?

The night has completely covered the land.

The stars are shining.

Lao Zhao also looked at the time.

To be honest, it's often the most painful to wait, but it's even more uncomfortable when no one takes a shower.

Glancing at the mouse and keyboard that were still clicking code words in front of the computer desk, it was rare for these two goods to be so diligent under his supervision, and it seemed that there was no time to talk about it, and Lao Zhao didn't want to delay the update, right?

Lao Zhao clasped his hands on his chest and sat on the chair deep in thought, he was a little hesitant now.

He wanted to speed up the flow of time.

Of course, this is quite simple for him, but it will be a bit troublesome later.

Because every time he accelerates the flow of time, he often tears out a lot of space-time gaps due to the inertia of reality and time, which also extends the most classic bridge section in the starting point online article - crossing.

Although the gap between time and space is fleeting, it can't stand the large number of people on the earth, and there are always coincidences, right?

A slightly smaller gap is a soul crossing.

The gap is slightly larger, and that is the physical body crossing.

No matter how big the gap is, let alone a single person, it is possible to wear it even in a group.

If the gap is bigger, then what is the crossing with a warehouse aircraft carrier or something.

According to what Lao Zhao once saw, the most typical thing is that there are more than 500 people who took advantage of a gap in time and space that did not have time to self-destruct, and directly prepared to travel through ancient times.

But even so, Lao Zhao had to separate the timeline and make a parallel time and space for this group of people.

Actually, these are not troublesome things.

There is only one point of the key trouble.

Governments across the planet are clearly aware of the gap in space.

even set up a space-time management bureau with some outsiders of unknown origin who claimed to manage the whole earth, and the rules and regulations copied the articles of association, which was a bit terrifying in Lao Zhao's opinion.

Well, if he is caught by the Space-Time Administration, it is estimated that his chickens will not be able to take a vacation until now!

"Whew-"

This is where Lao Zhao hesitated.

Smoking Hongmei, his hand holding a cigarette was trembling slightly, thinking about how he looked at his daughter-in-law recently, he felt that he was petite and cute, and wanted to hold it in his arms and take pity on him, or thought that it didn't matter if he had a proper time.

At least after those lucky people cross over, if they mix well, they can be regarded as Yaozu Guangzong, right?

"Jingle bell—"

But before he could set the time, something changed.

The mobile phone ringing in the pocket of his pants suddenly made Lao Zhao, who was weak-hearted, quickly stop his movements, coughed lightly twice, or reached out to take out this Nokia that has been with him for more than ten years and has been slightly mottled.

Of course, don't look at this Nokia is very shabby, but the effect is still there.

It's no problem to block the atomic bomb explosion!

"Hello?"

It was displayed as an unfamiliar number, but Lao Zhao still clicked and connected: "Who?"

There was an extremely urgent voice on the other end of the phone, panting heavily: "Big brother, big brother! Big deal! Big deal is bad!" The voice was sharp and even more frightened: "Hurry up and get out of the retreat!"

The sound seemed to pierce the eardrum, making Lao Zhao take the phone away from his ear directly.

"What?"

Lao Zhao was a little puzzled: "Call me big brother?"

He took the mobile phone in front of his eyes and looked at it, it was indeed a rather unfamiliar number, and he couldn't help but put the mobile phone a few centimeters away from his ear and frowned and asked, "I went to more places before, who are you, brother?"

It's really no wonder that Lao Zhao has a bad memory, he has a lot of running heavens when he is young.

How can you remember it with these few words?

"Me!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was even more urgent: "I am the Golden Holy Dragon Prince!"

Before Lao Zhao could ponder, the hurried voice on the other end of the phone seemed a little desperate: "The Dark Heavenly Demon King has attacked our secret holy land with his subordinates, we can carry it for half an hour at most, boss, come out of the retreat quickly!"

Lao Zhao's face stiffened: "Golden Holy Dragon Prince?"

He still didn't remember.

But it didn't affect him that these two names were a bit LO embarrassing...

The cries for help on the mobile phone continued, and even the tone had tended to break his voice: "Boss, whether you have successfully cultivated the Holy Dragon Supreme Skill or not, but now we have to fight to the death with the Dark Great Heaven Demon King!"

Lao Zhao's face was even more embarrassed: "Holy Dragon Supreme Merit?"

"Hmm......"

Lao Zhao suddenly had a little impression.

Reaching out to scratch the crotch of his pants, he thoughtfully buttoned his nostrils again: "Could it be that the time when the young man had just learned to travel through the heavens, causing his cultivation to be completely exhausted and he could only re-cultivate the local exercises?"

Sighing, Lao Zhao finally reacted: "The Golden Holy Dragon Prince?"

"That's right!"

The mobile phone suddenly made a crying voice of joy: "It's me, boss!"

"Hmm......"

Lao Zhao nodded: "I remembered!"

In his impression, there was a certain prince who liked to wear golden clothes and was born from the Golden Holy Dragon Clan, who looked mighty and serious, but was actually a comic guy.

And it's really good to my friends, I have nothing to say, I feel unreliable, but I'm quite righteous.

As for why Lao Zhao is so clear......

Well......

Aren't there all this kind of people next to Long Aotian in the early days?

Lao Zhao thought about it carefully, and suddenly coughed lightly and asked a little embarrassed: "I have been in retreat for too long, and I feel that I can't remember some things clearly, but is there a guy who is quite fat, but is actually very rich and good at managing money?"

The other side of the phone responded hurriedly: "That's right, boss, it's the guy who is rich and wealthy, and now he is organizing people on the front line to resist the attack of the Dark Heavenly Demon King!" But the phone was still a little heavy and said: "Boss, you have been in retreat in the long river of time, and it has only been more than 10 years for us, but for you, more than 1,000 years have actually passed, you must remember that we are coming, otherwise we will not be able to hostile the Dark Heavenly Demon King!"

Scratching his head, Lao Zhao was completely embarrassed by what kind of friends he had met when he was young, and he rummaged through the memories in his mind, and finally remembered the details of the heavens at the beginning: "Dark Heavenly Demon King?"

"That's right!"

The phone is really anxious: "We can't stand the boss!"

Lao Zhao coughed lightly: "I'll come here and here!" He took his phone and looked down at his belly, ordinary T-shirt and beach pants, plus flip-flops, a standard image that is difficult to change for a hundred years.

He felt that this was a bit undecent, and he couldn't lose Long Aotian's face, right?

Silent jaw.

The messy stubble is a bit prickly.

Lao Zhao felt that he might have taken a shower earlier, but now Fa Fu's face must be greasy, and his hair has been messy for several weeks, and this image is indeed a little ashamed to see people.

Although I am used to this shape at home, I can say that it goes back to trillions of years ago.

Then he will still be a handsome and dashing Long Aotian!

To sum up......

Well......

It's like a class reunion I haven't seen for years, and I always dress up my best.

It's two things to say whether it's good or not, at least you can't let your classmates look down, after all, they were all classmates who came all the way, and they were basically equal, how can you say that you are unproductive?

It's just that before Lao Zhao washed his face and changed his clothes, shaved his beard and repaired his sideburns, the tone on the phone was almost heartbreaking: "Boss, come out quickly! If you don't cultivate the Holy Dragon Supreme Skill, you can't do anything! If the Black Great Heavenly Demon King destroys our secret holy land, even if you cultivate the Holy Dragon Supreme Skill, you will fall into the long river of time and be torn to pieces, and then everything will be over!"

Lao Zhao's face was embarrassed: "Can you still insist on insisting?" He couldn't help but scratch his messy hair: "There is nothing terrible about the long river of time, when you die, I will fish you out again?"

There was a very noisy sound on the other end of the phone, and it was obvious that I didn't hear him.

The fighting was extremely fierce.

Lao Zhao stood up a little helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'll come!"

A little depressed, he smoked Hongmei and tore the void directly, stepped on the flip-flops and walked towards the void gap, but before leaving, he adjusted the time flow rate slightly, and when he came back, it was just 9 o'clock.

Continuing to make guest appearances in Long Aotian should pass the time, but the daughter-in-law's side is more important.

It's a bit tired of saving the world or something, to be honest.

"Whew-"

Lao Zhao took a breath of smoke and came to the space opposite the phone.

He stood on the balcony of a magnificent palace-like building, looking into the distance at the beautiful scenery of green mountains and waters, that is, the blue sky overhead was full of white clouds, which had been eroded by a layer of dark and inky clouds.

At the same time, there are dense figures flying around the palace quickly.

The ghost cried and the wolf howled.

There was a bit of bloodlust and evil in the wind whimpering.

Of course, there were also a lot of Sanskrit chanting and righteous reprimands, and there were countless talismans floating around the palace, which together formed a large array of golden light, as if to resist the dark clouds of the outside world.

For Lao Zhao, this place is indeed a little familiar, and it is clear when combined with memories.

It's just that he's still meditating.

A figure covered in blood and wearing gold silk fell down heavily in the sky, and smashed next to the balcony where he was with a bang, and the large array of surrounding talismans also trembled and exploded.

And the dark clouds in the sky were also directly pressed down with the howl of ghosts and wolves.

But it didn't press too low.

"Long Aotian!"

There was a villain's triumphant laughter from the clouds: "I just attacked you when your Holy Dragon Supreme Skill has not yet been cultivated, just to force you out of the level and make you lose all your previous achievements!"

In the pitch-black clouds, a man wearing Kill Matt type armor walked out, with countless strange and terrifying creatures around him, and his tone became more and more arrogant: "I didn't expect it, Long Aotian, today next year is your death day, without the Holy Dragon Supreme Skill, what do you use to fight with me?!"

It's just that Lao Zhao was stunned and smoked Hongmei, glanced at the guy above his head who had lost much impression, and then turned his head to look at the golden figure next to him who was spitting blood and was getting up, and couldn't help but help pull him up, and asked in a low voice with a little confusion: "Brother, it feels a little strange after I haven't played for a long time, so what, don't vomit blood first, I just want to ask what stage the plot has reached now?"