"What a speed!"

Lao Wang looked up.

It was a young man who looked a little old, about 20 years old, but his body was much older than his peers, it seemed that his metabolism was too fast, but his vitality was not strong enough, and he did not complete the corresponding transformation at the genetic level, so that even his hair was developing towards silver.

Is this the rhythm of young people with gray hair, early death and early superbirth?

He is very fast, even faster than a yo-yo, far exceeding the speed of sound, about 20 times the speed of sound, six or seven kilometers per second, about the same as the current mainstream intercontinental missiles, almost comparable to the Quint fighter that S.H.I.E.L.D. is proud of.

But for Lao Wang, it is obviously not enough to see.

The silver-haired young man had three points of teasing on his face, and he didn't seem to take himself seriously at all, which made Lao Wang feel like "the newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger", although the other party is not a calf, and he is not a tiger.

"Quicksilver? It's kind of interesting. ”

With such a fast speed, it is indeed something to be proud of.

There is no fast and unbreakable martial arts in the world, if the speed is really fast to a certain extent, it does give people an illusion of invincibility.

The reason why it is said to be an illusion is because there are actually many ways to deal with it, and the Flash is not invincible.

And for Lao Wang, the speed of the person in front of him is obviously not up to a certain extent, and it is even worse than in his memory, which is really nothing.

He smiled at the man.

The smile itself is gentle and friendly.

Since he recognized the other party, Lao Wang did not regard him as an enemy, a young man who had suffered misfortune, in order to become stronger, revenge is willing to give everything, such a child lacks a lot of education links in the process of life, if well educated, good training, will be able to contribute to the development of science and technology, human progress.

But in the eyes of the silver-haired youth, Lao Wang's smile was full of sarcasm.

His speed is too fast, but the other party can smile at him in a very short time, which not only requires strong visual ability, but also requires developed muscles and nerve reaction speed, ordinary people will definitely not be able to do it, so who is he?

No matter who it is,

Just because you can see me doesn't mean you can catch up with me and avoid me!

The silver-haired young man had found a fun toy, but now he was enraged and decided to clean up the mocking guy.

He has no interest in killing people, and he doesn't want to hurt people, but at least he should learn a lesson.

Clenched his fists and threw it towards Lao Wang.

At that moment, he saw the chubby guy raise his left hand and grasp his fist with great softness and precision.

The silver-haired young man was shocked.

This man,

Not only can you see yourself clearly, you can laugh at yourself, but you can also catch up with your own speed.

No!

He's faster than me!

How can there be such a fast real man in this world?

"Pietro ......"

Lao Wang was about to say something.

Suddenly, a great woman wrapped in red came up behind him.

The crimson energy passed down the swaying fingers and into Lao Wang's mind, and everything around him changed instantly.

"Here it is...... My home? ”

This is a small village in the south of Pengcheng, with three tiled houses and a low courtyard, two large and one small with three people.

This is the oldest and deepest memory, and it is the first home of Sansheng III.

He was born there, grew up there, and flew away like a bird from its nest, only to come back to find that his home was gone.

The countryside is not a city, demolition is always a loss for the people, more than 400 square meters of houses, the original demolition and original construction can only be exchanged for almost half of the area, the homestead is replaced by real estate, the house is built before becoming homeless, can only find a way to rent elsewhere.

And now, it hasn't been dismantled.

It's still there.

It's not just the house, it's the people.

The screen switches at a breakneck speed, and it quickly comes to ten years later.

Lao Wang looked around——

The shutter door in the east room has been torn down, the bathroom in the west is gone, many things have been emptied, more things are piled up in the yard, and several people are moving cabinets, beds, and tables to the Mazda.

There has been no demolition yet.

But already had to be relocated.

This is the most impressive picture before the crossing.

The screen flashes by, and the scene is rebuilt.

It is no longer a rural village in the 21st century, but an exotic martial arts training ground.

Under the guidance of the head of the sect, there are some older monks in the distance, meditating on their knees or watching the sky and the sea, a panda man who is obviously very old, walking slowly with a cane.

Every step is a year.

Every sound is an annual ring.

"Master Shangxi......"

In the 10 years of World of Warcraft, Lao Wang's deepest impression was not King Varian, Gianna, nor the three sisters Sal or Windranger, or even Lao Chen or Lili, but Master Shangxi.

This is the Shangxi martial arts training ground.

He spent his first year in that world here.

He adapted to life here, studied martial arts here, discussed the Tao here with Master Shangxi, laid a solid foundation under his guidance, and then left here and went out into the world.

Like a teacher, like a father.

A middle-aged warrior monk with a wide heart and a fat body walked from afar with a wine barrel in his arms, and his voice was loud and open:

"Why is the war burning, and why are the autumn leaves falling? Nature is inseparable, and our generation is also confused in my heart, who is the angry fist for? ”

"Protecting the country and punishing adultery, the Tao is naturally out of demons. The war is endless and the disaster is not extinguished, how can our generation fight! ”

Looking at that person, Lao Wang Wan'er smiled.

It's Lao Chen.

This passage was spread by him in another world, Lao Chen likes it very much, and I don't know how he is doing now, has he found his daughter-in-law?

Why do we fight?

In life, there are always many reasons to fight.

For the sake of relatives, for friends, for culture, for the country, for the nation, for everything you are familiar with and unfamiliar, for not being alone in the vast universe, and having a companion when you need it.

The picture changes again, turning into a somewhat dilapidated orphanage.

On that rainy night, the thunderbolt was picked up by Dean Li, survived from loneliness and coldness, and lived until he was 14 years old, leaving after Dean Li's death and starting a life alone.

Three lives and three lives, more than 50 years of time, in a flash.

And then it came to an abrupt end.

The great woman in red had a look of surprise on her face, this person actually forcibly broke through his telepathy and broke away from the illusion, how could his spiritual will be so strong?

No, no, no.

The man didn't seem to force his telepathy, he didn't even try to do it.

It's that one's own ability can't control the other party's powerful spirit, just like a weak child can't control a huge aircraft carrier and automatically collapses in an overwhelmed load, so he lets the other party get out of control.

It's simply unthinkable.

Is he still human?

And most importantly –

If what she saw was true, then the person in front of her actually had three completely different experiences, and he seemed, seemed-

Not of this world?

At this time, Lao Wang suddenly turned around and looked at her.