"Click", "click", ......

Facing the two beauties in the lens, one big and one small, Song Yuanqing pressed the shutter continuously, and at this moment Song Yuanqing was like a master photographer possessed.

"Dad, show me!" The little beauty in the camera had rushed to Song Yuanqing's side like a whirlwind, pulling Song Yuanqing's arm and shaking it.

Song Yuanqing squatted down and turned the display of the digital camera to his daughter Song Xinyuan, "How about it, dad took a good shot, look at how beautiful you are! Your mother is even more beautiful!"

"Oh, you've taken a bad shot!" The daughter glared at Song Yuanqing coquettishly, ran to the mother who came over with the camera, and complained: "Mom, Mom, Dad has taken half of the lion's head! And this one, your feet are gone......"

took the camera and looked at the photos taken by Song Yuanqing, Su Ruoxue couldn't help but glance at Song Yuanqing who came to her side, and said: "You are embarrassed to claim that you are the best scout, with your photography skills, you can't take all the scenes." Take the bag here, or I'll take a picture. ”

After speaking, he stuffed his handbag into Song Yuanqing's hand, took his daughter's hand, and walked towards the bronze statue in the square.

"Hey, I'm highlighting the key points, you and Xinyuan are the focus, and those backgrounds are secondary. Song Yuanqing argued a little unwillingly.

Su Ruoxue took two steps and stopped, looked back and smiled, and said, "If the background is secondary, then you still spend money to take us on a ten-day tour of Europe?"

"Dad, this is ...... love us," daughter Xinyuan said to Su Ruoxue with her head tilted.

Song Yuanqing touched his own head, looked at his daughter with some relief, and said that his daughter was a caring little padded jacket, sure enough.

"However, I don't want my dad to take pictures of me again......"

The breeze in early summer sent her daughter's "intimate" words, which made Song Yuanqing speechless for a while.

Carrying the backpack under his feet, holding his wife's handbag in his left hand, he habitually raised his eyes and glanced at Trafalgar Square.

A middle-aged man of medium stature, with a somewhat playful expression on his face, a black short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body, and jeans on his lower body, attracted Song Yuanqing's instinctive attention.

This middle-aged man gave Song Yuanqing a very dangerous feeling, which was a feeling he had only when he was a soldier on the battlefield before.

Song Yuanqing's attention made the man turn his face and look over, and even if his sharp eyes were dozens of meters away, it also made Song Yuanqing feel a trace of murderous aura.

Suddenly, the man grinned, turned and walked out of the square, where he was quickly obscured by the tourists.

Song Yuanqing hurriedly chased after more than ten meters, but he couldn't find the middle-aged man.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the famous Trafalgar Square, built in 1805. We were here for an hour ......"

A young female tour guide with a round face is greeting a group of tourists who have just walked into the square.

The square is crowded with people, and although it is neither Christmas nor New Year's, the crowds are still weaving in and out on this June afternoon, and the famous attractions are truly attractive.

There are many people sitting and resting beside the fountain pool, and some people taking pictures next to the lions under the Nelson monument, and the pigeons that fall from time to time in the square make people feel very peaceful.

In the air, the shouts of "eggplant" wafted from time to time, and it was obvious that there was more than one tour group from China.

Song Yuanqing shook his head, is he a little fussed, Lang Lang, in broad daylight, this is the center of the city of the capital of Yilun, how can there be such danger on the battlefield.

"Dad, come on!" The daughter's sweet children's voice sounded, and she turned around to see her wife waving to her, "Yuanqing, let's take a group photo together!"

Song Yuanqing shouted at the mother and daughter, "This is coming!", and immediately walked towards the bronze statue.

A gust of wind suddenly came from behind him, Song Yuanqing frowned slightly, and when the training he had received made him turn sideways slightly, he had already let the figure of the person who came over, but when he saw it, it was a childish and frightened face, and Song Yuanqing's original right hand attack instantly turned into support.

Holding the stumbling boy steady, he said, "Be careful!"

"Thank you! Sorry, I tripped over the steps and almost hit you. The boy apologized vigorously, it was Mandarin with some southern accent, and it turned out that he was also Chinese.

Song Yuanqing was about to say something, suddenly a loud noise came, a box-type light truck from the street not far away, forcibly turned into the square, in the midst of people's screams and scolding, knocked down and crushed many people, stopped only 20 meters away from the bronze statue.

Song Yuanqing was so shocked that he immediately left the boy next to him and ran to his wife and daughter who were taking pictures nearby.

With a "boom", the light truck suddenly exploded!

The huge shock wave spread out in all directions of the square, and countless people were instantly blown to the ground, with severed limbs and arms, and blood rain falling on the square and fountain pools, and the pool water turned blood red in the blink of an eye.

The center of the explosion was already almost devoid of light trucks, leaving a huge crater instead.

At this moment, Song Yuanqing found himself as if he was floating in the air, looking down at the square, he saw his wife and daughter lying in a pool of blood, and a deep pain in his soul made him feel a sense of dissipation.

Then, he saw that his body was also lying on the ground, one hand was gone, and the other hand was stretched out in the direction of his wife and daughter.

"Is my wife, daughter, and me all dead?!" a great panic enveloped him.

Then Song Yuanqing saw that not far away from him, lying on the Chinese boy who had almost bumped into him, a stream of blood oozing from under him.

That's when the mutation happens!

A purple light suddenly emitted from the young man's neck, and Song Yuanqing immediately felt a huge suction force coming.

Immediately after, Song Yuanqing felt that he had entered a strange space.

In a hazy and dimly lit void, a platform as white as jade stretched out of thin air into the void, and Song Yuanqing was standing in the center of the platform at this time.

The platform is not big, less than 2 square meters, and it seems that the faint white light of the platform illuminates this place.

Song Yuanqing looked around, but his wife and daughter were not there, and he was the only one.

"Ruoxue——, Xinyuan—" Song Yuanqing shouted anxiously, expecting a response from the hazy void.

The void seemed to respond, and a purple glow suddenly appeared, extremely dazzling, making Song Yuanqing involuntarily close his eyes.

Then, Song Yuanqing felt the vibration of the platform under his feet, opened his eyes, and a purple stone tablet appeared in front of Song Yuanqing.

It was erected at the end of the platform, and endless purple glow emanated, enveloping the platform and Song Yuanqing.

Strange, how did the platform get bigger? It seems to be more than twice as big as when I first arrived.

The light of this purple stele seems to be somewhat familiar, isn't it the Chinese boy who emitted it? Could it be that he was sucked here by the purple stele after his death?