In the town of Changhu, there are lamentations, ravens hovering in the sky, the crescent moon is frosty, and the winter cold is in the heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unable to find his only descendant, Ling Qi was not disappointed, got up and walked towards the mayor's mansion.

The grief and whispers of Long Lake had nothing to do with him.

For the unexpected death, Ling Qi really didn't have the slightest sadness or feeling in his heart, a mortal's life is only a few decades, and there are no ups and downs, no matter how to lead the song of glory in the first life, it will be difficult to escape a dead word in the end, not to mention a war with thousands of bones?

In fact, as a lord, no matter how cold-blooded he is, he has to be careful about the strength under his command, and he must pay enough attention to it, otherwise he will be a faint king. But as a strong man, Ling Qi didn't need to cast half a glance at those who were weak and couldn't withstand his breath.

Even if a talent like Nidin can survive to the end, he can't say that he will do anything, after all, Ling Qi will leave one day, and what he left behind will not disappear together. It's just that now, it's a hundred times dead, what else can I do, can I be alive again?

Even if he had this kind of means of life and death, Ling Qi would not waste it on him.

The war came suddenly, went simply, and left tragically.

Thinking about some changes after the war, Ling Qi had many plans in a moment.

Pedestrians on the road gave way to the bloodied man, some saluting him, others with fearful eyes.

The shadow of a person's name tree, these are intangible wealth, which begins to accumulate from the intersection of his fate and this world, and will continue until he leaves, and I don't know who will inherit this wealth in the end.

Rounding a corner, Ling Qi suddenly stopped, he didn't speak, warning or threatening anything, standing in his current position, it was really unnecessary.

A young waiter slowly walked out of the intersection behind him, wearing the clothes of a waiter and carrying a dagger in his hand, and there were blood stains on his clothes and dagger.

Ling Qi turned around and found that this was a survivor after the war, and with the size and ability of the other party, he was able to survive, obviously with an eight-by-nine luck component.

Of the more than 200 temporarily recruited militiamen, in addition to a dozen deserters, only a dozen survived in the end, and half of them were lying in the first-aid camp.

Ling Qi waited quietly, he thought at first that this person had some "secret" to tell him, but the other party's gaze was complicated and made him curious, and he almost couldn't help but use his natural ability to spy on his memory.

In this town of Long Lake, there are people who hate him, such as a certain big boy, who is also a lucky survivor, but not just luck, but he doesn't even look at him.

Of course, there will be no less people who have survived to admire him, especially those who have seen his heroic figure. The strong are always easier for the weak to worship, because the weak naturally have the psychological tendency to cling to the strong, and it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree.

The living will look at him with regret, it is really unique, especially the gaze is not pure, it contains more complex emotions-

Regret, grief, anger, hatred, doubt, unbelief...

How can a stranger's gaze be so complicated?

Ling Qi was surprised, so he released a little bit of his perception. This person is not on the list he cares about, and if he hadn't followed him, if it weren't for his gaze, he might never have been on that list.

His invincible perception was blocked by a layer of invisible things, so Ling Qi was even more curious, and slightly vigilant, he "smelled" a little bit of acquaintance from the other party.

"Lynch... Do you remember me, sir?"

The young man spoke, his appearance handsome and his features upright. It's a pity that he is only 1.6 meters tall, thin and small, and not lean. Therefore, a good appearance may not be a blessing to him, and in such a world, he does not even have the ability to protect himself.

"Nope. ”

"Did Gandalf ask you to come?"

Ling Qi answered very simply, and the questions were straightforward, skipping a lot of polite processes.

He found the aura of a white-robed wizard in the other party.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and actually saluted him, which was different from the etiquette of the ordinary human world, Ling Qi's pupils shrank slightly.

"Mr. Lynch, you can call me Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins. ”

The figure of the young man gradually overlapped with a fairly familiar image in Ling Qi's mind, and resisted the urge to slash past, Ling Qi smiled slightly:

"It turned out to be Mr. Bilbo's arrival, and I was so flattered by your sudden visit that I hardly know what to say. ”

With such a conversation, they seem to have returned to the time when they first met.

Ling Qi's indifference was hidden in the bottom of his heart, and Bilbo's anger exploded as soon as the warm memories flashed.

"Why?!"

Bilbo suppressed his anger and asked coldly.

Ling Qi glanced sideways, squinting his eyes and scanning the voyeur in the corner, the man fled in panic, not knowing that he would die violently in a few minutes.

Mortals, for the current Ling Qi, are too weak.

Bilbo seemed to be startled by the movement behind him, but after only a slight glance back, he turned his head vigilantly, as if he was very reluctant to appear behind him.

"What why, I don't understand. ”

Ling Qi raised his head and cross-examined lightly.

He looked at the moonlight tonight, and the crescent moon was like a hook, and it was still bright.

There were very few pedestrians on this road, and after Bilbo appeared, there were no living people nearby until the problem was resolved.

"Lynch! I didn't see you, but I knew your knife!"

Bilbo said coldly, remembering the blood-stained tip of the knife vividly.

Ling Qi was slightly stunned and no longer pretended to be stupid.

It's just this kind of detail, how could he remember. To him, Bilbo was always a small man, and he couldn't even remember which weapon was used to kill him.

Was it the Broken Sky, or the elven weapons that Elrond had given him, or the alloy knives he brought, or the ancient elven weapons he had found in the caverns?

The only thing he remembered clearly was not this hobbit, but the One Ring, the Demon Lord Sauron!

After all, the human brain has limited potential and cannot do everything. Those who are good at dexterity must be weaker than memory and thinking, and few who are good at thinking are agile and strong.

Ling Qi's intelligence attribute does not have much advantage over other attributes, so it is impossible to become an artificial intelligence and humanoid terminal at the same time as becoming a superhuman in force.

His choice is not to make himself seem smarter, to handle everything with ease, to be organized, to take one step at a time and see ten steps. Rather, it strengthens the ability of temporary logical operations, and strengthens the perception and perception of details. This has greatly improved his ability to cope with temporary situations, and he can be calm in the face of any unexpected situation, and he has a stronger grasp of his body and strength, the latter of which is the most important thing.

Of course, there are benefits to the development of the intellect after all, for example, he will definitely be impressed by the things that need to be remembered, and he will be unforgettable. And other details, trivial things in life, and even unnecessary emotions, he never breaks his mind about it, and forgets it.

"Now that you recognize it, why bother. ”

"Gandalf, let him out. ”

Ling Qi was frank, and he didn't have the slightest guilt or guilt at all about killing his "friend".

Don't say that this is just a friend who is defined by the dominant, even if it is really a brother and an old friend, if they meet on a narrow road, if they can't take the initiative to retreat, there is only one way to break up!

Although he is not the kind of person who is born with desperation, he has never lacked decisiveness and ruthlessness.

Things in the world are like that, if you want to get it, you must first give, and what you give is not only tangible things, but also intangible wealth, such as feelings, such as temperament.

In him, how much else in this world can not be paid?

It must be much less than those who want everything, shout that they want to go straight to the nine heavens, and refuse to give anything, they want to save their desires, seal their wives and children, and they want one person to ascend to heaven.

Even the battle for the position of the emperor in the mortal world is to kill the father and son, and the six relatives do not recognize it, and the position of the emperor and queen can force the loving mother to strangle the parents and children, which is not uncommon.

If you want to be detached, you have to go to the other side of samsara, and you don't know how many times higher than that vain thing.

Under such a premise, Ling Qi really didn't know whether his own heart was too ruthless, or those who were unwilling to give up anything were too naïve.

Bilbo was visibly annoyed by Ling Qi's contemptuous attitude, and he was beginning to understand Gandalf's words, but he still couldn't agree with them.

"Why! because of the One Ring?!"

Bilbo roared.

If Ling Qi answered yes, he didn't know if he would be desperate to cooperate with Gandalf to expose the man's true face out of anger and despair. However, in today's situation, will that really work?

Gandalf, or the others, they simply don't realize that what unites most people is never the high-sounding excuses, but the common good, the general trend!

Ling Qi frowned, he was about to go to see Till, and he had to make a little arrangement for that little girl.

He only has such a bloodline, which comes easily, and he doesn't really take it too seriously, but it is certainly much more important than a guy like Bilbo.

"Why?"

Ling Qi waved his sleeves, turned around and left, no longer caring about Bilbo's intentions and whereabouts.

Old friend, after all, is just a mortal, and the weak ones can't even kill a few wild wolves.

What about coming back from the dead, what about the children of fate, what about exposing them! He can kill him once, he can kill him twice, three times... A hundred times, a thousand times!

Gandalf had already done this, almost naked by the hands of the orcs and savages to destroy him, would he still be afraid to turn against that old thing?

Letting him go is not kindness, nor is it nostalgia for old feelings, but naked disregard.

Even if you are a child of luck, your luck is so strong that you can obtain the Supreme Ring coveted by everyone with your weak body. You can resist its temptation, your will is amazing, and I can tear my fate apart with a single sword!

"Go ahead, let me see what else you can do!"

Ling Qi thought, he didn't believe in morality since he was very early, and now he even has to go against fate.

The change of the doppelganger and the ring in his palm have given him more choices, but it is a pity that he is still not strong enough after all.

Now this game of chess, due to the intervention of external forces, has become so big that even he, who could have become a chess player, has to jump into the game.

Since even he is like this, let alone others.

Did Gandalf still think that the torrent of fate could be corrected? He also thought that with the strength of a top hero, he could be transcendent?

The scaly claws of the Trace of Fate were accidentally glimpsed by Ling Qi at a certain moment one day, maybe he couldn't even be sure if he could see it clearly, but the impact on him was huge after all.

This made him understand the true meaning of some fate.

Power alone cannot change anyone's fate, and this is the same for everyone.

But if you don't have the power, you really don't even have the qualifications to stir it.