"This thing is a key that can take people out of the secret realm, however, there is only one guide, if there is no guidance, it will be constantly shuttling and moving, the method of use is to infuse the spell energy into it, and the full energy will automatically bring the holder into another secret realm after a minute if there is no guidance, by the way, it must be in contact with your body, and when the time comes, follow me, I can lead you to a new place. ”

Wang Jian glanced at her, sure enough, you dare to come to the secret realm, you really have confidence.

Long Yifei slowly stepped back and said, "How many." ”

"What for. ”

"I can't last long, it's clear that the other side is retaining their strength and we have to take everyone out. ”

"I'm sorry, it's just three, you want it, you can beg me if you want. ”

"Please. ”

Long Yifei said directly without hesitation.

Lu Qingyi was a little surprised, and then said: "I can't see sincerity, haha." ”

"Hurry up and stop making trouble. ”

Lu Qingyi stuffed it to her and said, "Remember to follow my orders." ”

"Are there really only three?"

"What do you think, my father only made three, my father and my mother took me, and the three of them went together, do you have to reserve a place for others in advance?"

Long Yifei thought for a while and said, "The question now is, how many people can we take away, I mean, I stick to the front, and you take people away continuously according to the speed of taking two people away each time." ”

"Don't be kidding, the old lady is not a robot, at most three, love to go or not, return me. ”

Long Yifei gritted his teeth and said: "At present, they are still mainly capturing alive, it can be seen that there are still other purposes, if there is a capture, as long as you stick to the principle, there is always a way to save you." ”

"Everyone, don't resist, the secret realm army is endless, as many as a million, it's not a small one we can contend with, everyone surrender quickly and be loyal to the White Emperor." ”

On the opposite side, a person was hiding behind the people of the secret realm, and was working to persuade him to surrender.

It's the gold-rimmed glasses.

These glasses were once personable and had something to say, and Wang Jian thought that they were envoys sent by some families to talk secretly.

However, looking at it now, the most capable of fighting is the little fat man.

I saw that next to him, the fat man who was babbling before was completely lazy before, wearing a pair of blood-stained fist gloves on both hands, in the previous conflict, this fat man charged forward, punching one by one, knocking down countless people in the secret realm, and the initial front of the mission was stable, almost his greatest contribution.

This is the contrast cute.

"Shut up his grandmother, believe it or not, the fat man has abolished you. ”

The gold-rimmed glasses stopped talking.

The fat man suddenly said loudly: "Don't be afraid, everyone, I brought this, hum, I'm afraid of you." ”

These two inconsistencies don't be afraid and afraid, but the thing they refer to is a small ball suddenly pulled out by the fat man.

"The military's latest poison gas bomb, when used, is absolutely dead within a kilometer around, and if you don't want to mess with the fat man, let me get out of the way. ”

Wang Jian glanced at the guy in the fat man's hand, but his face changed.

This Nima, this fat man is really unseemly.

However, isn't it too much for you to suddenly take out something that can threaten everyone and die with everyone?

Because if you don't work hard, the blood in your heart will be cold.

In the beginning, teenagers had dreams and longed to burn themselves into flames.

Some people watch martial arts and imagine that they are the protagonists of destiny, holding the sword to the end of the world, punishing evil and promoting good. Some people watch TV and imagine that they are unparalleled generals, brave and loyal, single-handedly, killing tens of millions of enemies.

Some people want to hold the sword of Damocles and hold enough power to determine the world's major events and the fate of countless people after tea and dinner. Or if you want to be a predator in a shopping mall, you can crisscross in the deceitful business sea, turning clouds and rain.

Some people will be petty bourgeoisie, want to be the kind of man who dares to love and hate, with a paintbrush and a book, walking on the edge of the world, painting gypsy women, painting oases in the desert, painting the Caribbean where pirates are buried. Or write down what you see and hear, and exchange a story for a night's wine when you go to a place.

And my dream is to have the softest girl, she has long legs, a thin waist, big and a big mouth, and she laughs as warm as Yui Aragaki, and I can hold her hand and talk nonsense unscrupulously. I tell her the worst jokes, and she leans back and forth when she laughs.

We have set the people we want to kill, the things we want to do, and the people we want to sleep with, it seems that life has set up a grand stage for us, just waiting for a loud bang in the sky, Lao Tzu shines on the stage.

But there are so few stages in the world, and there are fewer protagonists needed, and most people will be reduced to supporting roles.

We grew up, there were more and more firewood, rice, oil, salt, feces, urine and burps in our stomachs, we found that martial arts did not exist, and there were no evil dragons waiting for us to slaughter in the world, and even the girls' hearts seemed to harden overnight, and no one had the patience to listen to my nonsense and lawlessness. All of a sudden, we all became the same, living in a corner of the city, working from 9 to 5, silently clocking in, and slowly leveling up, so that we could keep this hard-won square inch of land, and maybe better could also give our girl a regular cleaning of Taobao's shopping cart and credit card bills.

Some people say it's a sign of maturity, but I think it's more about sinking deeper and deeper into the swamp of reality. We are washed away by the torrent of life. As I get older, the hot blood in my chest seems to be slowly cooling. The young man who used to burn in his heart was also like this busy being, lingering for a long time.

The word ideal seems to have been left behind me for 108,000 miles. We even occasionally laugh at those secondary two teenagers who still have the words of slaying the dragon to save the princess, waking up to the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beauties, punishing evil and promoting good, and asking for the lives of the people. The meaning of our life seems to be the constant conversion of oxygen into carbon dioxide in this forest made of reinforced concrete.

There was a time when I would be uneasy about this, and I wondered all night and night if I would regret it when I got old, whether the little boy in me would suddenly appear in front of me with a sword one night, and cut off this muddy day with a sword. Is it that in my life, I can't just say go, and I won't explore the secrets of life at the edge of the world with a girl with big and thin legs on a star-studded night.

I don't have the courage to face the hardships of life with a hippie smile, maybe the teenager in my heart is not dead, but he has lost the courage to fight back against fate. Looking around, the friends around me are almost the same as me, and after work, it is a party, karaoke, and playing mahjong.

I asked myself if I would be content with such a day in my life, my wife and children hot kang head, mahjong games and self-driving tours. Isn't it that I'm just going to be a fool and a waste for the rest of my life until the day I die.

My grandmother wrote her own obituary before she died, and we were in tears at the funeral.

But I, having read more books than my grandmother, know so much knowledge that she has never heard of, and have been to many places she has not been, but it seems that none of me will cry for my obituary.

I told myself, I don't want this kind of life! Grandma's time and even life didn't leave her much room for choice, but now it's different, we can choose our own paths. I told myself that the hot blood should not be cold, and no matter how small the fire was, it would be ignited repeatedly.

Now I may not be like before, I will cry for the blood-burning plot, but I still have a fountain of blood in my heart. Although there are often various voices, saying that you should give up, be content with the status quo, and honestly work hard to do a good job, marry a wife and have children. But how can a hot-blooded teenager give up so easily? The goal will change with age, with the waistline, with the number of hair on the top of the head, but you can go at any time, and you are not afraid of running out of battery on your phone.

As long as the blood is not cold, you can keep swinging your sword to kill the enemy, and you will be indomitable. The crowd gathered and dispersed, and it was not so simple to keep the blood in the chest. If you want to take your dreams as a horse, how can you covet the comfort in the car.

The world is like a howling wind in the desert, and you have to shout your voice in this wind. It's so windy that we can't even hear each other's names, but you always have to shout, and you have to shout when you're hoarse, because if you don't shout, you won't have the edge of the world that you can just go, and there will be no girls with big mouths, big, big waists, thin legs, and long legs.

If you don't work hard and break your promise, you become the kind of person you used to hate, with cold blood, you walk on the street, you meet a soft-hearted girl, with long legs, thin waist, big, big mouth, she listens to the jokes told to her, leaning forward and backward, will you think of the girl you set for yourself a long time ago.

Juvenile. Hot-blooded and cool, if you don't work hard, won't you smash the script?

The world is dark, no matter how small your fire is, don't let it go out easily.

The fat man is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, which can be confirmed.

What does it mean to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

It's like a class reunion, everyone's cowhide blowing the roof is about to topple, and you just smile and don't talk much.

Then the party is over, and you sit elegantly in your Ferrari in full view of everyone, and with the roar of the engine, you leave indifferently, hiding your merit and fame.

You say it's not cool.

There are many advantages to this, it is easy to dodge with open guns, it is difficult to guard against hidden arrows, and people's jealousy and hatred are difficult to control. You can lower your aggro and save yourself a lot of trouble. If he really treats you as a pig, he is no different from a pig, and if he sees you stupid but treats you very well, it means that his eyes are bad and his eyes are good. Automatically distinguish between pig-like teammates and true friends. It can be seen that your companions are usually very powerful, but they will be very close to each other. Any beast that goes to hunt must bend down, hide itself, and deal a fatal blow to the target. Accompanying pigs is the method, and eating tigers is the purpose. 5: To live a simple and comfortable life, to climb higher and go farther, this is a necessary skill.

Maybe you just want to be a good person at first, you work very hard, you just want to be recognized through hard work. You are friendly to people, but you find that you are always bullied, those who sloppy and steer the helm are always promoted faster than you, you do all the dirty work, and you carry all the black pot. The blows again and again finally let you see through the so-called "murder and arson gold belt", you can't be a good person anymore, they don't guard against you, you slowly collect ways to deal with each other. At a critical moment, you deal a fatal blow to your former companion. Others will say, "You used to be lying on your back and trying your guts!" This is also the so-called pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger in the eyes of others. Who wants to do that? It's not forced, you just don't want to fall to the point of "building bridges and repairing roads without corpses." You don't want to hurt anyone, you just don't want to be hurt.

In fact, it is more in the historical situation, and many times there is no such thing as pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Many leaders were killed by their subordinates, many subordinates were also killed by leaders, and many people squeezed out their peers. In fact, in the officialdom, everyone is an old fritter, and they all understand that any success in pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is not because of the depth of the city, but because the situation dictates it, sometimes the leader knows that you are "accompanying the pig", he still wants to use you, even if you will resist him in the future, don't think that the leader is stupid, he understands that you will not resist him at the moment, so he "trusts" you at the moment. Leaders may understand one of the most important theorems, those henchmen they rely on the most are often the most likely to betray them in the end, so if you look at Mao, the people he got rid of, Liu, Lin, and Gao, were all Mao's most confidants for a certain period of time? Why let Hua be the chairman, not because he is a puppet, but because he is also a toothless tiger. That's it. So, if you think you can bring down your opponent by pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, then you're really naive. Let's improve the posture level!

Because the vision is different. The so-called tiger, because he knows the greatness of the universe, reflects and denies himself every day, so he is humble. Some people regard keeping a low profile as the norm and regard respect for others and courtesy as the norm. And some people, but like to be low-key as a pervert, as other people's tolerance as cowardice, others are modest, he really thinks that he is high, others do not grandstand, silently cultivate, one day fruitful, he feels that others pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and feel that the winner deliberately embarrasses the loser. It's not that the winner deliberately pretends to be a pig, it's just that too many people think they are tigers, and they think that those who are gentle are pigs.

The eagle stands like sleep, and the tiger walks like a disease, which is exactly the way he grabs and devours people. Therefore, a gentleman must be smart and talented, so that he can have the strength to shoulder the throne. "The Art of War" says: "Plan and then act, know and stop!" and also said, "Therefore it is as fast as the wind, its speed is like a forest, its invasion is like fire, it is not moving like a mountain, it is difficult to know like a yin, and it moves like a thunder." "We must not expose our ideas until we have decided on a strategy or strategy, and we must not show what we can't, and what we can't use and what we don't use." On the one hand, it is to hide one's own strength, to be humble in one's heart, to be arrogant, and to wait for the enemy to expose one's own weaknesses; on the other hand, one's strength under the surface can be used as a surprise soldier, and the odd and positive can be used at the same time. When the plan is decided, the decisive implementation is like a lion pounces on a rabbit, killing with one blow.