Fu Su stuck his sword directly into the ground and began to sit aside and think about countermeasures. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This sword, the whole body is dark red, and there are different degrees of rust on the surface, it is really like a piece of scrap iron, this is Fu Su's true thoughts in his heart.

Hey, the white bandage at the end of the sword fluttered, but there was basically no wind in such an environment, and the gravity field was still so big, how could it flutter?

Maybe it's dazzling! After all, I'm tired from staring at it for too long.

There was no way to stare at him like this, so Fu Su decided to continue training.

After running more than ten laps around the 1-kilometer track and doing hundreds of one-handed push-ups, I was really tired to the point of wanting to die. But he can't stop yet, he is not strong enough, and the mistake of the law of cause and effect has become Fu Su's spur.

Go on!

I don't feel like my hands anymore, it's all up to my will, and I practiced hundreds of times.

Human potential is forced! If you don't break through with the determination to die, you will never know how much potential you have.

Go on!

If you don't die, go on!

There is no point in counting anymore, keep running!!

Finally fell to the ground.

With the treatment, it took more than ten minutes to barely stand up.

Fu Su came to the scrap iron again, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out of the ground. It feels a lot lighter, but in fact, the sword has not changed, only his own feeling of gravity.

Holding the broken sword in his hand and swinging it a few times, it feels okay.

You can't wake it up, but it's a good way to use it to practice your hands.

Review the basic sword moves, of course, these sword moves were taught before the ghost decay, which is very practical.

Pull Strike!

Rubbing Skills!

Combo!

Under the headlights, it has a sense of summer heat.

After a few cycles, the whole body has been soaked with sweat.

"I really want to take a cold shower!"

Swing your sword!

Sweat poured down like rain.

"Actually, the taste of braised tofu skewers is really delicious!"

Swing your sword! The sword moves as you like.

"But then again, what time is it today, isn't the university about to start?"

Swing your sword!

"Yikes! Unlucky! ”

I was cut by the blade of the sword, I don't know if it will be infected? Look at the rusty sword, if you get tetanus and die like this, it will be a joke!

Just as Fu Su was worried about the wound, the blood stained on the blade of the broken sword slowly soaked into the inside of the sword body.

Suddenly, the rusty scrap metal began to change.

The blade of the sword had turned from dark red to a bewitching blood-red, the rust had dissipated, and the blade was transparent, and there were three black lines one or two millimeters in diameter. The sword body was cold, and the surrounding water vapor had condensed into flowing ice smoke. The white ribbon on the handle was like snow, soft and elegant.

Fu Su held it in his hand, its weight was moderate, and it fit very well. Suddenly, two words appeared at the junction between the sword body and the hilt of the sword - "the last life"

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Zhang Ruowei opened the door of the recording studio, and the day's recording task was finally over. Being a new generation of superstars is about working all day and night.

Back at home, it's a little dim and a little deserted. The room was not luxurious or big, but more than enough for one person. The interior is very tidy, and it can be seen that the user is a person who loves cleanliness.

"Meow meow~" The little flower cat that picked it up rubbed Zhang Ruowei's ankle with a look of enjoyment. Zhang Ruowei put down the satchel on her shoulder, then gently picked up the coquettish kitten, and smiled sweetly, "Xiao Susu, do you miss me, hehe, sister will get you something to eat right away, don't run around." ”

She touched the kitten's back, which was soft and comfortable to the touch. Putting down the kitten, Zhang Ruowei was busy in the kitchen. Of course, you have to turn on the TV first, otherwise it will be too deserted.

Tune in to the news channel and she's busy in the kitchen.

--

The screen shows Shangjing.

The new palace is a magnificent palace. 100,000 migrant workers, the world's top architects, engineers, one of the main halls in the imperial city built in half a month. The inner court, dignitaries from various countries, are separated on both sides of the red carpet. A young man dressed in a modern military uniform slowly walked towards the diamond-encrusted dragon chair placed above the main hall. There was also a dragon outlined in gold wire on his military uniform.

The voiceover appears: "Emperor of the Empire, great achievements, completed the hegemony of global domination." His Majesty the Emperor will make a televised speech today announcing important matters......"

If a false memory has been ingrained in the human consciousness for too long, it will become a fact. Even if people are no longer affected by the wrongs, the emperor is still the emperor. Even if people will question this so-called emperor in their hearts, who dares to make their thoughts public?

I know it's wrong, but who has the courage to get up and debunk it? It's like the 'Emperor's New Clothes'.

No one dared to speak openly about this unknown emperor, of course, not in private.

The emperor is a fact, and his rule is the rule of real power.

But no matter what, as long as it brings peace, whoever rules is the same.

--

Zhang Ruowei looked at the young man sitting on the dragon chair on the TV, she couldn't help frowning slightly, and muttered, "Brother." ”

She and Zhang Jin are brother and sister, and when Zhang Ruowei was 7 years old, her parents died in a car accident.

Zhang Jin was 10 years old at the time.

Orphaned, they began to wander and beg in the city. As an elder brother, Zhang Jin stole food and clothes for her and was beaten.

was beaten, abused, and spurned, Zhang Jin always protected her.

Zhang Jin hated everyone, except for his cutest sister, for the sake of his sister, so he didn't give up.

A world without compassion is terrible.

When Zhang Jin was 14 years old, life began to extend a kind hand to them.

A rich couple took them in, so they began to go to school and study, and the couple treated them very well, like real relatives, so that Zhang Jin was full of yearning for life again.

Zhang Jin was 18 years old that year, and Zhang Ruowei was 15 years old. Zhang Jin was sent to high school and began his high school life. Everything is going well, life is meant to be so good, isn't it?

After that moment, it's not! The world is broken......

The ugliness of the human heart always cannot stand the scrutiny of time. 15-year-old Zhang Ruowei is extraordinarily cute and beautiful, like a child from heaven, so the couple likes her very much, especially the rich man.

It was a moonless night, and the palace was unusually quiet in the villa.

That day, due to the power outage at the school, the evening self-study was canceled, and before 7 o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jin returned home early.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Zhang Jin heard a shout from his sister. So he hurriedly climbed through the iron gate, rushed to the villa, and went straight to his sister's room.

Push open the door!

“……”

Outside the window, a flickering neon light shines in, and even against the light, you can easily see what is happening, or what is about to happen.

The rich man was undressing, and his sister Zhang Ruowei was pressed on the table by him, and she was still struggling desperately.

The world is broken!

……