Chapter 163: The Baptism of the Heart

After a long time, Zhang Yinyuan turned his head and pulled the corners of his mouth at the huge ball of light, and the words that Bai Gu had said to himself echoed in his ears (creating people, hehe, it's just creating people, I'll stay here for so many days, why bother?). ）

Holding the doorknob, he didn't deliberately let the main god add anything, with a force, the door was pushed open, looking at everything in the small room, his eyes were in a trance, the familiar feel of the doorknob was the kind of memory that he had pushed open countless times since he was a child, and even the rusty feeling of the faint door shaft was exactly the same, and the eyes were extremely complex emotions, countless emotions were like poisonous snakes wrapped around his heart gnawing his heart, as if someone had punched him hard in the heart, His body trembled slightly, the pain was unbearable, and his breathing seemed to be against a huge stone, extremely depressing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

An inaudible whisper whispered between his lips and teeth: "Mom and Dad, I'm back." ”

The shiny computer desk next to the door is incompatible with this old house of the last century, the computer on it is a luxury item that his parents bought with the money they saved for a whole year in high school, and the high price of up to 5,000 yuan at that time was as high as 5,000 yuan.

On the ground spliced with red bricks under his feet, the soil grooves that have been sunken between the brick joints are so familiar, and the front of his right foot is just where Zhang Yinyuan habitually settles.

Directly in front of him was a small boxy stove, which had been placed to keep his precious son from freezing in the long and difficult nights of the cold winter, and on the stove was a pot-bellied teapot, and thin layers of ash fell around the stove.

The innermost bed, the originally tight single bed against the wall was placed on a wooden board the same length as the bed to carry the growing son, and the red sheet that was slightly whitish due to repeated washing was the dowry of the mother when she married the father, and the parents who had not been willing to cut it used it to make a quilt cover and sheet, which was sewn by the mother one by one.

The scattered books on the desk next to the bed and the stacked straw paper are the accumulation of Zhang Yinyuan from childhood to adulthood, the frosted water cup handle is grasped brightly, and half a cup of water is quietly waiting for the owner of the cup inside.

Zhang Yinyuan settled down, stepped into the room gently, closed the door, touched the palm under the bed against the wall, on half a cigarette, a thin layer of dust covered it, stood up, he was extremely familiar with every corner of this room, every part of this room had his breath, and even he knew that there was a palm-sized hollowed-out space in a dictionary on the table, where he placed a very old-fashioned game console, and there was an iron piggy bank behind the stove, which was large and small coins, The broomstick knob next to the door, the towel on the wire behind the door, the sticker on the lamp, the strokes on the table, the half-dried ink, everything in front of him was like an incomparable hand, pinching his beating heart fiercely, making him dizzy and unstable.

Zhang Yinyuan's eyes gradually calmed down for a long time, this small room, in his senses, is far greater than all the buildings he has seen, it does not have the majesty of Malinfudo's suppression of the four seas, the low beams and the peeling wall skin unabashedly show its ordinary, but it suppresses all the panic in his heart, this is the greatest building provided by his parents for him, it is the warmth that will not leave him no matter what, it is not as grand and solemn as the dwarven palace, The untidy floor tiles and cracked floor were as ordinary as its owner, but it retained warm memories that could not be erased no matter what, and the heart that had been drowned by the sorrow caused by Sauron gradually surfaced like a stormy wave, and the restlessness and uneasiness that had been lingering in its body slowly subsided, and the blue-white flames under its eyes completely engulfed these emotions.

Calmly looked around, and saw a delicate and moving image in a small mirror fragment on the table, white and golden hair color, delicate skin, beautiful eyebrows and nose, and the sorrow of regret in the eyes of the water, the bright water light brewed in it, the rich red lips skimmed one by one, there was a heartbreaking beauty, the face in the mirror gradually calmed down, the sadness subsided, the corners of the lips were pulled up, revealing an inertial smile, the smile slowly turned cold, and the pitiful delicate and sad doll turned into a cruel and tyrannical flame that shook hands with death several times.

"Phew!" The door closed, and the thin onion fingers trembled softly and grasped the doorknob again.

The small house disappeared from view, and its owner's heart was like a steel knife.

"Dad, Mom, goodbye!" The door opened, and the murmur of the delicate red lips that no one could hear fell like the whispers of demons.

In the portal that was opened again, a tall figure stepped in again, and a boulder that never melted in the middle of the roaring magma sea could be faintly seen!

This night, it was very calm, and there would be no weak tears in the roaring magma, and even if there were, they would evaporate instantly.

Time flies by on the platform of the Lord God, and even if there is no clock to keep track of it, no one can ignore it.

The huge round table was under the suspended main god, a white-haired man on a wide chair wrapped in solidified flames and faintly covered with scales and armor, one foot on the ground, one foot on the knee of the other leg, his fingers lightly tapped the tabletop, and the sturdy body faintly spread out with the majestic roar of the primeval majesty, and on his forehead because his eyes were tightly closed, an obvious word 'Chuan' was tangled in the center of his eyebrows, and the not majestic body gave people the illusion of occupying the whole world and filling all the space.

On a small, almost transparent and seemingly crystal-like fragile chair beside him, the cold female secretary's neat and serious OL outfit has no creases, her bumpy figure leans forward slightly, her slender legs are together, her white palms are spread out, and a large amount of data streams in a small smart computer are brushed down like a waterfall, she stares intently at the screen in front of her, frowning from time to time, and in her slender body, faint transparent ripples ripple in the surrounding air from time to time.

On the other side, the big chair mixed with rock and steel is like a small mountain, the burly middle-aged man has his hands in his face and expression, his thick chest is slightly undulating like a big bulge, the muscles are bulging one by one, the tendons full of strength are slightly beating under the skin, the green tendons are prominent, and the body like a giant elephant is forcefully filled with the entire sight, sitting on it with incomparable oppressive force, and there is a big thick book on the table in front of him, the book is spread out, and the time is floating, and there is a faint cry of killing coming from it.

"Alright, we're all here!" Kong Yan put away her small computer, cleared her throat, and whispered to Xie Meng.

"Well, everyone, now, let's look at your respective gains, if you can come back alive, it proves that everyone is strong, and it also shows that you are all smart people, check your rewards, what to strengthen, what to buy, and discuss it together later." Xie Meng's voice was calm and powerful.

"I have 16,000 bonus points and three C-rank, two D-rank side plots." Kong Yan waited for Xie Meng's words to fall before he spoke.

"18000, four C's are just enough to fit one B." Gu Jianjun also spoke.

"Counting the remaining 13,000 in the last world, two Cs and three Ds." Zheng Hao also reported his gains.

"14000, one B, two Cs, one D." Zhang Yinyuan looked at the newcomers who looked at him, smiled bitterly, and did not hide his gains, and explained them cleanly, and the newcomers immediately looked at her with the eyes of God, and even the little fat man Zheng Hao stuck out his tongue.

"I... 3400 points, but after exchanging that nuclear warhead, there are 400 left. Zhang Biao rubbed his hands and said embarrassedly.

"4300, a D." Tang Xue said simply, this original hotel front desk is not greedy, on the contrary, as a smart person, she doesn't feel that she has fewer points at all, she can feel that this is the biggest benefit she can harvest within her ability, it is the wealth obtained by squeezing her ability to the limit, if she is not greedy enough, I am afraid that she will not be able to come back like Zhao Chuge, a female college student who should have lived to the end.

Xie Meng nodded and didn't speak.

Kong Yan stood up, the small computer disappeared, nodded the desktop slightly, recalled a little, and said to Tang Xue expressionlessly: "Zheng Hao has already told me your performance, according to your performance in "The Lord of the Rings", personality, talent and other observations, I suggest that you use D-level branch lines and 2500 points to strengthen the low-level magician's physique first, and then use 1600 points to buy a 'Harry · Potter's wand in the world, as for magic, I also have some contact and understanding, I can teach you, the remaining 200 points, use 100 as a repair for the damage suffered in the process of learning magic, 100 points to buy some medicine as a reserve for entering the next world, what do you mean? ”

"Okay, but let Sister Yan bother." Tang Xue didn't hesitate at all, she wasn't a stupid person, she naturally knew that Kong Yan seemed to be a suggestion, but in fact, she directly helped her plan, and she glanced at Zhang Biao, who was unintentionally beside her, and sighed secretly for this stupid person who exchanged it without thinking, closed her eyes, and contacted the main god according to Kong Yan's 'suggestion'.

"As for, Zhang Biao, you have already redeemed a small nuclear bomb with 3,000 bonus points, and I suggest you exchange it for a universal launcher." Kong Yan's eyes behind the lenses were just obscured by the reflection, and she bowed slightly.

"Oh... Zhang Biao pursed his lips helplessly, peeked at Zhang Yinyuan, who was still hooked at the corner of his mouth, he didn't know what he thought, he twisted his body weakly, this kind of performance without a sense of crisis didn't know if the nuclear bomb brought him a strong sense of security, closed his eyes and began to contact the main god, but he didn't know what he was looking at again, and he didn't react for a long time, Kong Yan ignored him, pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose, and turned his gaze to Zhang Yinyuan.

Zhang Yinyuan looked at the calm Kong Yan, and his heart was also very calm, anyway, he will be separated from this group of people in the next world, and next time, if there is no accident, it will be a life-and-death fight, so Kong Yan's 'suggestion' is dispensable for him.

(As long as you complete the enhancement and then teleport back to the Lord of the Rings and return to the snowy mountains that have just arrived, you can return to the gladiatorial space of the gods, but you can communicate with them again in a few days, and you can collect information about future enemies.) He glanced back at the room that had been constructed by himself as a magma sea, and felt the mana in his body that was even more refined than yesterday (well, it would be good to go back when the leisure time in the main god space here was almost exhausted, and make more use of this room.) ）