"Congratulations to the Red Will team for winning the championship of this year's Martial God Altar, let's cheer for them!"

"Six consecutive championships, this is the sixth championship trophy of the Red Will team, and they have set a record that will be surpassable by future generations!"

"If we want to see a new king coming, we can only look forward to next season. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Truth be told, this season has been the toughest for Red Will to win, and the Spitfire Meteors almost beat them."

"Yes, I have to say that the Spitfire Meteor Clan does have the strength to defeat the Red Will Clan, but everyone has also seen that luck is on the side of the Red Will Clan."

"Actually, I feel sorry for the Spitfire Meteor team, as a dark horse this season, this newly formed team, all the way through, and finally entered the finals, which is a miracle, but unfortunately, they failed to stage the final miracle in the finals."

"Perhaps, this is providence, this miracle, just like the name of the team, the Flying Fire Meteor, such as the name of the captain, a flash in the pan."

"Hmm, aren't the two of us a little off-topic, the champion is the Red Will team, let's follow the camera footage and see how they celebrate."

"Huh? What's going on in the competition area? Why is it a mess? ”

"Well, it's time for the ad break......"

Out of sight of the camera.

Location in the competition area.

The crowd has been in a mess.

The captain of the Spitfire Meteor Troopers, the one in the epiphany, was lying on his back on the ground, his face was full of pain, and his chest was covered with blood.

"Wang Lin, wake up, Wang Lin, don't scare me!"

"Ambulance! Call an ambulance! ”

"Captain, hold on, you must hold on!"

……

Thoughts gradually began to blur.

……

Sizzle!

Pain!

Shi Xiaobao got up from the bed with a grunt, his mouth was panting, and his body was already soaked with sweat.

Dreamland?

Reality?

What the hell just happened?

Dragging his somewhat prostrated body, Shi Xiaobao struggled out of bed, directly connected to the faucet, and drank cold water until his stomach was full, until he couldn't drink anymore, and then sat on the ground.

Rubbing his somewhat swollen head, Shi Xiaobao leaned against the wall and began to recall.

Memories are so clear, as if they happened in reality.

But.

He looked at the time, then at the room, and the facts told him that just now, it was just a dream.

In the dream, his name was Wang Lin.

has a happy family, a lovely girlfriend, and a bright future.

However, everything, because of an accident, ceased to exist.

On the way to his girlfriend's house to get married, a BMW, driven by a drunk driver, suddenly rushed out of the intersection and hit the car driven by Wang Lin from the side.

Parents, died on the spot.

In the hospital, after more than 70 hours of rescue, Wang Lin was rescued.

However, he would rather not be rescued.

The paralysis of his lower limbs and the blindness of his left eye made Wang Lin fall into the abyss of despair for a while.

What can save despair is greater despair.

When the silent Wang Lin received the death notice from the doctor, he looked away, was relieved, and smiled.

Inside the skull, there was a blood clot that was slowly growing.

If the surgery is done now, there is only a 5% success rate.

If he didn't have surgery, Wang Lin would have died in a month at most.

One month?

Wang Lin smiled.

Refused the doctor's persuasion, and left the hospital alone.

With his weak arms shaking his wheelchair, Wang Lin wandered around the familiar city, nostalgic for the beauty of life, and finally stopped at the door of the bank.

Kind people helped him carry the wheelchair up the steps.

In front of the counter, Wang Lin took out a bank card.

There were three million in cash in the card.

Among them, one million is paid by the drunk driver, it stands to reason that as the fully responsible party, two dead and one disabled, one million compensation is far from enough, the ridiculous thing is that the drunk driver who has no relatives and no reason also died on the spot, there is only so much.

The remaining 2 million cash, part of which is Wang Lin's savings in the past few years, and part of it is the compensation of the insurance company, which he bought for his parents and for himself, and all of them were cashed out in an accident.

Three million cash, divided into two cards, one for one million and one for two million.

"Amei, I sent you a courier, you remember to receive it, there is a bank card in it, the password, it is the anniversary of our love, 8 digits."

Carry, it's one million, as for whether Amei can withdraw the money, it depends on whether she remembers the anniversary of the two falling in love.

After sending this text message, Wang Lin directly turned off his mobile phone.

Returning to the new house prepared for the wedding, leaving a will on the brand-new coffee table that "I will donate all my property to the XXX Hope Project after my death", Wang Lin completely disappeared from this familiar city.

Two days later.

In an old area of "Fantasy Journey to the West", the No. 1 Lion Camel Ridge - that touch of epiphany, sold the account at a price of 500,000.

Then.

The flash of the new owner, like a madman, waving the money in his hand, and looting the best equipment and god-level babies all over the world once became a hot topic in "Fantasy Journey to the West".

This local tyrant is Wang Lin.

Form a team, conquer the Martial God Altar, Wang Lin, and start a miracle journey.

Zone Ranking Tournaments, Zone Eliminations, Final Four Matches, Semi-Finals, Finals.

That flash of ephemeral, the Flying Fire Meteor Clan, in this Martial God Altar, set off a miracle storm.

But.

God cruelly played a joke on him again.

in the finals.

Wang Lin, who transformed into a ghost general, was the strongest output of the team, but he did not trigger a single special effect in the entire finals.

What's even more infuriating.

Nine summoned beasts, nine summoned beasts with advanced resurrection, but all of them comprehended advanced flight and drove west.

Look at the teammates who are struggling, but they have fallen to the ground again and again.

Wang Lin's heart roared angrily.

However, a slap from the other party's daughter village was like a jade fragrance, sealing all Wang Lin's roars and burning in his chest.

Seeing that the general trend has gone, there is no room for recovery.

Wang Lin's heart let out an unwilling roar.

However, a blow from the other party's Tang Dynasty government swept away thousands of troops, strangling all Wang Lin's unwillingness in the throat.

The final is over.

Wang Lin, failed.

Not defeated by the Red Will team, but by an abominable fate!

Hold on until the end of the game, Wang Lin couldn't hold on any longer, in the skull, it was like a bomb suddenly exploded, roaring, and then, a mouthful of blood spurted out, Wang Lin fell to the ground, and was no longer unconscious.

The Spitfire Meteor Troop turned into a meteor and disappeared.

That flash of ephemeral, after the brilliance, completely withered from the world of "Fantasy Journey to the West".