It was nightfall, and it was nearly eleven o'clock in the evening.

At this time, the Spring City was crowded with people, and all the outer and inner cities were full of people.

Almost all the other three cities are in place, and nearly 700,000 people are already making final preparations.

The whole Spring City was brightly lit, countless people poured into the streets, and more people chose to stand on top of each building and discuss and wait with each other.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

At this time, after more than a month of trekking, Zhao Kun, who had traveled more than 500 kilometers, was speeding along the avenue in the night.

At this time, Zhao Kun didn't think about saving the spiritual power in his body at all, because he could hardly hide his excitement after knowing that there was a large gathering place nearby.

His hands were put behind his hands to wrap around his son Zhao Yang, who was sitting on his shoulders, and Zhao Kun's speed was running at an extremely fast speed of nearly 100 kilometers per hour.

Along the road where the wheels were traveling, Zhao Kun ran non-stop, and at the same time laughed.

As he progressed, and as the temperature in the air became higher and higher, Zhao Kun's mood became more and more excited.

Because the higher the temperature, the more likely it is that a large survivor base will exist.

For now, although there was still snow in the place he passed, the snow was obviously not thick, and there was a sense of life around him.

The night couldn't stop him, a D-rank peak psionic awakener, and at the same time, it couldn't stop his fiery mood.

Time passed minute by minute, and Zhao Kun was a little exhausted.

However, even so, he is struggling to move forward.

About an hour later, when Zhao Kun had no time to pay attention to the faint red light in the sky, he gasped and finally climbed over a low hill.

And after turning over the hill, the moment he slowly raised his head, everything that caught his eyes made him stunned for a moment.

And Zhao Yang, a three-year-old child who was already a little drowsy on his shoulder, slowly widened his bright little eyes at this moment.

Then.

"Wow!!"

"Daddy!"

"Daddy! Look! It's the city! It's a city! What a big city! ”

"It's the first time Yang Yang has seen such a big city."

"And, Dad, look, there seem to be a lot of people there!!"

At this moment, Zhao Yang, the little guy, first shouted happily, and kept shaking Zhao Kun's head on Zhao Yang's shoulder.

His immature childlike voice brought Zhao Kun back to his senses at this moment, and the corners of his eyes were unconsciously moist.

Holding his excited son Zhao Yang from his shoulders and holding him in his arms, Zhao Kun looked at his son with joy and sorrow and whispered with moist eyes: "Yes, it's the city, Yang Yang and I can rest, and we don't have to worry so much anymore." ”

Under the bright lights of the city in the distance, the dim light reflected on Zhao Ang's face, looking so sad.

Zhao Kun's sad expression carried a little hope, but also a hint of melancholy.

And Zhao Yang looked at the tears in the corners of his father's eyes, and the originally excited expression slowly subsided.

"Daddy~"

Zhao Yang's immature little hand, which was nearly three years old, touched Zhao Kun's face at this moment, and at the same time slowly wiped the tears from the corners of his father's eyes.

"Dad, don't cry, okay?"

Zhao Yang pouted and looked like he was about to cry, and even so, he was constantly wiping tears on his father's face, and comforting his father.

It is not so easy to be born in the last days, to live in the extreme circumstances of the last days.

Zhao Yang, who was originally only three years old, showed much more maturity than most three-year-old children at this time, and he was far earlier than some children.

"Yang Yang misses his mother, woo woo" Zhao Yang finally cried.

Zhao Yang, who has never seen his mother since he can remember, has only seen his mother in photos.

When he was at the Arao base, every time he saw that other children had mothers and could be spoiled at will, he was envious.

However, reality does not allow him to be coquettish, nor does it allow him to have too many reasons to be coquettish.

Especially when Zhao Yang was a little more than two years old, when he saw his father come back covered in blood and horrific wounds, he thought that he was going to lose his only relative.

From that time on, Zhao Yang, a child, slowly became stronger and stronger.

Looking at his son Yang Yang, who suddenly cried in his arms and was still wiping his tears, Zhao Kun's heart suddenly eased from the emotions just now.

"Yang Yang doesn't cry, Dad doesn't cry, and Mom wouldn't want to see Yang Yang and me cry if she was here, right?"

"So we don't cry anymore, okay?"

Squatting down, Zhao Kun put his son on the ground, and at the same time touched Zhao Yang's head with a smile and comforted softly.

Zhao Yang sobbed, but at the same time, he kept wiping his face with his little hands.

"Well, Yang Yang doesn't cry, Yang Yang and Dad don't cry."

Although he said this, Zhao Yang's children's voice was still choked, and his snot and tears were wiped all over his face by his little hands.

Looking at his son's appearance, Zhao Kun couldn't help laughing.

The big hand grabbed his son's head, and then Zhao Kun held Zhao Yang in his arms again.

Looking at the huge city in the distance, and also looking at the city full of hope for Zhao Kun, Zhao Kun took a step.

On the way to Spring City, Zhao Kun saw countless vegetable greenhouses and winter wheat fields along the road.

Looking at these vibrant scenes, Zhao Kun is more and more hopeful for the future.

Soon, Zhao Kun was less than five hundred meters away from the east gate of Spring City.

And at this moment, several city guards guarding the city gate also saw Zhao Kun's shadow in the distance.

Just when several city guards were about to go up to check, and when Zhao Kun was full of hope to enter the city, the sky suddenly lit up.

Under the vast dark night, Zhao Kun and Zhao Yang in his arms both raised their heads.

And when they looked up, they saw.

Seven huge firebirds with fiery red light on their wings continued to circle in the air at an altitude of thousands of meters.

Mars spreads into beautiful red circles.

"!!"

Accompanied by the sound of several huge birdsong in the sky, dense firebirds flew again from a distance.

These firebirds are generally small, but they are in the hundreds.

The light on these firebirds was weaker than that of the seven giant firebirds, barely even the light of neon lights.

As soon as the firebirds appeared, they gathered together to form a moving high-altitude platform.

And at this moment, on this moving high-altitude platform, a beautiful petite figure appeared.

At this time, in the Spring City, the unmanned helicopter is filming this scene, and He Xiaoxiao stands on the big screen of countless squares in the Spring City, standing on the platform composed of firebirds, which looks extremely holy and dreamy.

"Your Majesty! It's the Queen! ”

At this moment, the first thing that came out was countless children, teenagers and girls who seemed very excited, and with the screams of these excited children, the adults also shouted out one after another.

The roar surrounded the entire Spring City at this moment.

On the roof of a certain building, a teenager kept shouting excitedly.

"Your Majesty! I love you! ”

However, his shouting quickly drew fists from several people nearby.

", the queen is still underage, what do you think of a fart child?"

"That's it, be careful that the jury arrested you and threw you in the class room and squatted for half a month."

"Not really."

“.。”

The teenager who was beaten a few times on the head was wronged.

"Isn't it just a matter of shouting excitedly, do you need that?"

This was just a small episode, in short, the moment He Xiaoxiao appeared, the entire Spring City was boiling.

At this time, He Xiaoxiao was wearing a red dress made of the leaves of the tree in the He Tree World, and he was wearing a garland of flowers elaborately made by the elves on his head.

On the flame platform, He Xiaoxiaoyuzu stepped lightly, as if stepping on the flame, looking extremely dreamy.

And that's not all.

Because just after He Xiaoxiao appeared, suddenly, in the higher sky of He Xiaoxiao, the red birds, and the family birds, a giant tree with this silver-red light appeared in the shadows.

The giant tree was incomparably huge, no less than six hundred meters in height, and at the same time, countless circles of red and silver light reverberated up and down the torso.

And above the canopy of this giant tree, thousands of crystal clear fruits are particularly eye-catching.

As countless people watched through the screen, the silver crystalline fruit on the canopy of the World Tree slowly opened like flower bones.

Then, a group of elves with crystal clear wings on their backs came out of the fruit with a small basket of flowers.

The elves flapped their crystal clear wings and began to revolve around the World Tree, and at the same time, with an innocent smile on their faces, they continued to scatter petals towards the Spring City.

The drone in the sky froze the picture on the projection of the World Tree and the elf, in short, at this moment, the entire Spring City suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

And after a few seconds of eerie silence, there was a sudden burst of cheers and shouts.

At this moment, the entire Spring City was detonated by the atmosphere.

"World Tree-sama!"

"World Tree-sama!"

"World Tree-sama!"

The wave of shouts came one after another, even higher than the previous shouts to He Xiaoxiao.

It has been a year since the elf was born, but it rarely appears in the four major cities of the forest country, and some people see that it is just that there is a elf next to He Xiaoxiao, the queen, every time she travels.

This is the first time in the life of more than eighty or ninety percent of the population that more than eighty or ninety percent of the population has actually seen a pokemon.

At a height of thousands of meters, the height of He Xiaoxiao and Chiniao is decreasing, and at the same time, the projection of He Shu and more than a thousand elves are also falling.

The elves have actually been there all along, and they are not the result of He Shu's projection.

It's just that one of the elves was invisible before, and they only appeared when the He Tree projection appeared, and appeared from the crown of He Tree in a way that shocked people's vision.

"This! This! ”

At this time, Zhao Kun outside the city had already opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak, while his son Yang Yang beside him was looking at all this with his eyes wide and obsessive.