Chapter 3: Morga
"Get on your knees!"
Hearing Fang Lin's cold reprimand, not to mention Fang Yuntian, even Fang Tiancheng on the side was a little stunned.
In the photo frame in Fang Lin's hand was a photo of his parents.
In the photo, the two are still in their twenties, dressed in military uniforms, standing together in heroic appearances, a match made in heaven.
This is Fang Lin's only remaining photo of his parents.
"Fang Lin, I advise you to speak and do what you have thought beforehand. ”
Fang Yuntian was quite disdainful, and looked at Fang Lin with a fearless smile.
Unexpectedly, there was a loud shout!
"Get on your knees!"
This time, it was Fang Zhuo who shouted at his son, and his white face showed a gloomy color.
"Kowtow to your uncle and aunt, apologize!"
Fang Yuntian looked at his father in surprise, he really didn't expect his father to really let himself kneel, and he was extremely confused in his heart.
However, seeing Fang Zhuo's already somewhat angry expression, Fang Yuntian could only clench his fists and slowly bend his knees.
His forehead hit the floor, but there was no sound.
"Uncle, aunt, Yuntian apologized to you here. ”
Fang Yuntian muttered in his mouth, his eyes did not focus on the photo, his perfunctory approach was very obvious, and he did not even say the reason for the apology.
"Clouds may you be in heaven ......"
"!"
Before Fang Yuntian finished speaking, Fang Tiancheng on the side was anxious.
"Stand up and get out of here!" Fang Tiancheng shouted at Fang Yuntian, his cloudy eyes were bloodshot.
"Dad, who are you?" Yuntian is also here to worship his brother and sister-in-law, but today is ......"
"You're fart! I'll fuck you off!"
Fang Tiancheng was furious, his trembling cheeks shook and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were scattered.
"Dad, I know, ten years have passed, and you still can't let it go, but people can't be resurrected after death, don't be angry with your grandson!"
Fang Zhuo's attitude gradually cooled.
"You idiot! I'll warn you again, they didn't die, I don't have a son like you, if you dare to talk nonsense again, put the Psychic King in front of me, I can't spare you!" Fang Tiancheng pointed at Fang Zhuo's nose and scolded.
"I think you're a fool!"
Fang Zhuo's anger also came up, but he forcibly restrained it, and after speaking, he pushed the door and walked out.
Fang Yuntian wouldn't be bored here, he glared at Fang Lin viciously, and got up to leave.
......
Fang Lin put the photo frame back into the room and carefully placed it, then came to the living room and sat down next to Fang Tiancheng.
Neither the grandfather nor the grandson spoke, and the atmosphere was uncomfortably depressing, as if they were shrouded in a dark cloud.
After a long time, Fang Tiancheng moved his body and asked Fang Lin.
"Xiaolin, do you think grandpa is old and confused?"
"......" Fang Lin didn't answer, he turned his head to avoid Fang Tiancheng's gaze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he still revealed the discomfort in his heart.
"Alas", Fang Tiancheng sighed, knocked on his somewhat sore waist, and got up to go back to the house.
"They're not dead, if they're not dead, then where are they?" Fang Lin suddenly asked softly.
"If they're not dead, why don't they come back? Why don't they leave us alone? Why haven't they heard from us for ten years?"
Fang Tiancheng looked at his grandson in a daze, "They ......", but he couldn't answer.
Fang Tiancheng actually wanted to know why?
"They said before they left that no matter what happened, they would definitely be back. Moreover, they are so powerful, they will definitely be fine, Kobayashi. ”
Fang Tiancheng could only answer like this, and the bland words were not very convincing.
Fang Lin stared at his grandfather and grinned, "Yes, they are very strong, but I am weak." A layer of mist gradually appeared in his eyes.
"I miss them. ”
The grandfather and grandson, who were dependent on each other, stared at each other like this, holding back the sadness in their hearts, but they still overflowed tears.
......
"Whew!"
Fang Lin sat on the ground and gasped fiercely, fine beads of sweat flowing down his body, divided into thin streams by the large and small scars on his body that had long been scarred.
Fang Lin, who had just finished a set of "Inhuman Body Refining Ten Styles", sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated.
The "Ten Styles of Inhuman Body Refining" is a set of the most basic body refining methods that circulate among Inhumans, which is somewhat similar to yoga before the destruction of the world, but the difficulty is not much higher.
This set of body refining movements twists the entire body into various incredible angles, but only leaves a fulcrum on the ground, supporting the rest of the body to freeze in the air.
In this way, each of its muscles can be kept in a state of tension and force, so as to achieve effective body refining.
Although it is the foundation, it is necessary to have at least the strength of a six-star alien to ensure that the standard is done effectively!
If there is consumption, of course it must be restored, Fang Lin is absorbing spiritual energy to nourish himself at this moment.
After decades of digging into the root causes of the extinction crisis, the remaining human beings realized that the specific reason was the addition of an energy called "aura" to the air.
More than a hundred years ago, the world's highest peak suddenly collapsed one night, and it disappeared in an instant, leaving only a large gap in the auxiliary front.
The aura that burst out suddenly spread out, and it spread to the whole world overnight, and on that day, most of the world's humans and animals exploded and died, and the number of survivors was not one in ten.
The reason for this is that the aura melts into the air and is absorbed by humans, and the powerful energy instantly transforms the physique of humans.
However, the energy of the aura was too strong, and the bodies of most people could not bear the weight, so they exploded into piles of flesh and blood.
On that day, it was really a river of blood, miserable, the scene of the end, and the death of the world.
Those who survived found that their physique had been greatly improved, and of course, fierce beasts were also born in this way.
At that time, the world's technicians and high-level government officials were killed and injured, and the human race was already in chaos, even if its physical fitness improved, it was not a combination of fierce beasts.
But after all, it was the existence that originally stood at the top of the biosphere, and after a long period of struggle and research, human beings gradually found the beauty of Reiki.
Inhumans are born!
Just like exercising to gain muscle, the inhuman is to absorb the aura to nourish the cells after consuming the aura in the body's cells, so that under the cycle, the cell's fit with the aura will be higher, and the saturation value will increase accordingly.
"Crackle!"
Fang Lin opened his eyes and stretched his body, and a crisp sound erupted from his body.
Feeling the power in his body, Fang Lin grinned.
The injuries that were concussed by Fang Zhuo were all healed!
"I'll get some stuff back with my own hands!"
......
The hustle and bustle of the city gradually fell asleep under the night, and Fang Lin, who was lying on the bed, breathed evenly and steadily.
In the quiet night sky, a meteor streaked by, like a splash from the Milky Way, quietly disappearing without a trace.
Outside the neighboring capital, a huge shadow obscured a large area of the starry sky, and the originally silent night suddenly made a large wave, as if it was a prelude to the future of the storm.
When I looked closely, it was actually a demon bird hundreds of meters long spreading its wings and flying by, and its scarlet eyes the size of a millstone were closing one by one in the night sky, which was not a mysterious sight.
Suddenly, the wind was blowing, and the stars in the night sky became disordered, and the space around the demon bird seemed to be squeezed, as if an invisible big hand was pinching towards the demon bird.
"Chirp", a terrible chirp came from the mouth of the demon bird, and the scarlet eyes looked fiercely at the old man who suddenly appeared in the night sky.
The old man was dressed in white, but there was no old demeanor under his gray hair, and he stood in the air with his hands in his hands, quite a fairy style.
The old man was surrounded by energy surging all the time, staring indifferently at the demon bird in front of him.
"Morga, this is not a place where you can go wild. The old man said indifferently.
The demon bird didn't answer, but closed its eyes as if feeling something.
When the demon bird opened its eyes again, it seemed to stare at the old man for a long time with a hint of ridicule.
"It seems that you are the only one who has noticed my arrival, in this city, I only feel that you are still a little threatened, it seems that your god of war is dead, the god of war is dead, hahaha..."
The demon bird actually sneered at the old man.
The old man's expression changed slightly, but he still said confidently: "If you feel the danger, don't you hurry up and force me to do it?"
When Moga heard this, he was not angry, and said indifferently: "If you are completely sure that you will talk nonsense with me if you are sure to leave me?" I tell you, our new king is about to break through, and when our army is overwhelmed, I am looking forward to you kneeling in front of me and begging for mercy, this time I see who else can protect your humble humans!"
The old man's dry palm clenched suddenly, and his whole body trembled slightly. But Moga flew away, and disappeared in the night sky in an instant.
"Alas. A helpless sigh shook the clouds.
The old man looked into the distance, his eyes seemed to penetrate the space, and he looked at Mount Everest.
A huge wordless stele towers into the clouds, the surrounding mist looks like a fairyland, the dark stele body is immaculate, I don't know what is being sacrificed.