Step out of the steel gates of the base.

Han Li turned his head and stared for a long time.

Then, she strode forward resolutely.

This is ......

Or bring back hope.

Or never go back!

With such determination, Han Li disappeared into the vast night without looking back.

An hour later, Han Li returned to his original place.

Looking at the dilapidated street in front of him, Han Li took a deep breath, then took out the flashlight from his arms and held it carefully.

After praying to the gods and Buddhas in his heart, Han Li closed his eyes and gently turned on the flashlight.

The electric light shone out and fell on the dark and dilapidated streets.

The fog gradually arose.

When Han Li opened her eyes, she saw that in front of her, the original dilapidated street had disappeared.

A thick fog envelops the world ahead.

She finally let go of the worries in her heart, gritted her silver teeth, and resolutely stepped in.

As soon as he stepped into the mist, the whispers in Han Li's ears disappeared cleanly.

In the depths of the mist, a lamp, flickering on and off, like a morning star in the sky, swayed in the dense fog where you couldn't see your fingers.

Han Li looked at it and finally laughed.

She strode over.

………………………………

Ling Ping'an reluctantly copied the chapter he had just finished to the release bar, and then clicked upload.

Looking at the 'Published' displayed on the page, he finally sighed: "I'm done with another book!" ”

He wrote this book for a year and four months, and it was finally time to finish.

After enough melancholy, he began to think.

What's next?

Ling Ping scratched his head and fell into deep thought.

"Why don't I go to the group and ask the bigwigs for their opinions?"

With this in mind, he picked up his phone, swiped the screen, and entered a group that had been added for a long time.

He thought about it, and then typed in the chat box and asked: Guys, Xiao Fight Street wants to ask, is there any way to make Fight Street's new book as popular as all the big guys?

After a brief silence, someone finally began to answer.

Qi Peijia: Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to ask Xiaopujie, is there any way to make the new book of Doujie as popular as all the bigwigs?

Then the IDs started to be copied and pasted.

Eagle Eats Chicken: Guys, I want to ask, is there any way to make the new book on Fighting Street as popular as all the big guys?

July New Fan: Guys, I want to ask, is there any way to make the new book on the street as popular as the big guys?

Xinfeng: Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to ask Xiaopujie, is there any way to make the new book on the street as popular as the bigwigs?

……

Densely packed, more than a dozen IDs queued up to copy.

Eventually, the topic was put to an end by one person.

The person who called me ugly to the depths of my soul typed a text: When I was seven years old, I caught a cicada, thinking that I had caught it all summer, when I was seventeen, I kissed her face, thinking that I could be with her forever, and when I was twenty-seven, I met her again, thinking that I could renew my relationship with her, but she told me that I had eight hundred nights......

As a result, the author's group painting style changed again.

Countless people frantically copied this text, forming a long dragon.

Ling Ping'an watched and was silent.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door.

A figure appeared at the door.

Ling Ping'an raised his head, looked over, and saw the girl a few nights ago, standing at the door.

Ling Ping'an hurriedly put down his mobile phone and stood up a little nervously.

Because, the bag of leaves that this girl mortgaged here last time has been soaked by him for almost half of the past few days.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone took the money to ransom it, but couldn't hand it over themselves?

After thinking about it, Ling Ping'an barely pretended to be calm, but in fact, he said with a little weakness: "You're here!" ”

…………………………

Han Li stood at the door, looking inside the door.

The weirdo, sitting inside the old wooden counter.

The flowing fire in the eye socket is like the sunshine of a star, dragging out a long trail.

He looked up at himself as if he had expected it, and whispered, "Here you are!" ”

This voice seemed gentle, but when it fell into Han Li's ears, it was extremely grand, making her tremble, awe, and fear involuntarily.

It seems that his own life and death are completely tied to the other party's thoughts.

This feeling made Han Li involuntarily recall the scene when he was a child, when he caught it with his friends in the summer of the safety base.

The little one knows, and the ignorant chirps.

But as everyone knows, it attracts the attention of young children.

So, one by one, they were grabbed and put into wooden pots.

Some people want to watch them fight and have fun.

Some people want to explore the survivability and limits of what they know, so they either dissect it, or throw it into boiling water and put it on a campfire.

Some people even want to taste the flavors they know and throw them into the oil pan.

All this has nothing to do with good and evil, and there is no clear purpose.

Nothing more than a game for children to pass the time on a summer night.

Now......

Han Li looked at the strange man at the counter.

His 'head' was still shrouded in fog, only the fire in his eye sockets, flickering bright and dark.

Cold dawn came to his senses.

"Perhaps, in His eyes, I am the same as the one under the tree of that summer night......"

"Ignorance and ignorance have led me into this fog......"

"It's like the chirp of that summer night......"

"Thankfully, he's not a child!"

If He had been a child, he would have met in this fog.

Han Li knew that his fate would not be better than that of Zhili under the tree.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Li straightened his attitude.

She bowed deeply and replied in an extremely humble tone: "Your Excellency, take the liberty to disturb again, and look at Haihan!" ”

If there were a different person, he might immediately kneel down and plead in the most humble tone.

But Hanli is a demon hunter born after the cataclysm.

Witchers have self-esteem.

Adopted her adoptive father and Minister Wang, who followed her up.

all instilled a truth into Han Li.

Human beings, would rather die standing up!

Never live on your knees!

Even if they are gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas, they don't want to deprive and distort the freedom and will of human beings!

………………………………

Ling Ping'an looked at the girl at the door, suddenly bowed deeply, and said very politely: "Your Excellency, take the liberty to disturb again, and look at Haihan!" ”

He knew it right away.

"It seems that, as I imagined, this girl was probably born in a scholarly family in the empire, and she is a very conservative family!"

"Such manners and gestures are enough to explain the problem!"

Thinking like this, Ling Ping'an laughed: "Come in!" ”

"Thank you so much!" The girl bowed again, then pushed the door open and walked in.