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It's just a matter of character deletion, right, maybe something else... Like what... Like what....

What else does it mean!! doesn't deleting it mean that it's gone?!!

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!!

Zhao Xiaoqian's face was colorless, and Tie Qing's lips trembled. All sorts of terrible thoughts about death run wildly back and forth in my head.

Calm down! Calm down! Panic won't solve anything. It will only make things trickier, and only by calming down will you come up with a solution to the problem. Calm down... Take a deep breath, breathe .... Calm, yes, well done, calm.

Zhao Xiaoqian communicated with his flustered soul like this, and slowly stabilized his emotions.

It's just a crisis. Isn't it very clear in the time value note?As long as you level up, you can restore the value, and you can also increase the upper limit of the time value. It's just a trial mission and you've already leveled up, isn't it?It's easy, right? So there's no need to panic.

There are still ten days left, and the experience required to level up is only 120 points, even if the experience gained in the next mission is 60 points like the trial mission, you only need to complete two to level up, right? The first mission only took almost a whole day. Even if the next mission is more difficult than the trial mission, ten days is definitely enough, right?

Zhao Xiaoqian analyzed and comforted himself. Then he held back the shiver in his heart and glanced at his younger brother who was asleep.

If time is not enough....

Zhao Xiaoqian thought of this, and the great fear of death slapped his soul like a monstrous wolf, making him unable to suppress the tremor in his body. Zhao Xiaoqian stretched out his trembling hand and gently stroked the contours of his brother's cheeks in his sleep. Zhao Xiaoqian's lips slowly pursed into a straight line, and his gaze became extremely firm.

There is no game that will design a dead game for the player, so, calm down the old man!!

Zhao Xiaoqian glanced up at the sky outside the house, the sun was already setting in the west, and it was estimated that the time should be close to dusk.

Time doesn't wait for me, where does the old man have the luxury of waiting for tomorrow at this moment!

Zhao Xiaoqian turned over and got out of bed, walked out of the house, and went straight to the residence of the warrior uncle.

Along the way, the wind is fast.

"Bang bang bang!" the brown wooden door was vigorously slammed by Zhao Xiaoqian.

"Bang bang...."

In the sound of a knock on the door, an angry roar came from inside the door: "Who!!!?!!

"Uncle, it's me. Zhao... Carl!" Zhao Xiaoqian almost said his real name in a hurry, but fortunately, at the critical moment, his brain was stirred up and reflected.

"Wait quietly for me!!, dare to knock on the door like that, and pinch you to death!!" Uncle Warrior's roar came from inside the door.

Half an hour later...

The wooden door creaked and rattled from within, and the drunken warrior uncle walked out of the door with red eyes. His bare upper body was only draped in a robe with frayed corners, and while scratching the lush chest hair on his chest, he asked with the annoyance that his sleep had been disturbed, "What?!!'s the matter?"

"I can't wait for tomorrow. Although Uncle Warrior exudes that kind of irritable aura all over his body at the moment, for Zhao Xiaoqian, even if this momentum is ten times more terrifying, it is drizzle compared to the great fear of death. Therefore, Zhao Xiaoqian's performance looks exceptionally calm.

Uncle Warrior blinked, frowning as if he felt a little stunned. He blinked, and looked up and down again, the boy who was still trembling in front of his eyes in the morning, and didn't dare to say a word. "What did you say?"

"I said, I can't wait for tomorrow, I'm going to be a warrior now!" Zhao Xiaoqian replied loudly.

"Hehe... Uncle Warrior laughed. "It's kind of interesting. ”

Uncle Warrior said this, then turned sideways to get out of the way, he raised his chin and said, "Come in first." ”

Zhao Xiaoqian walked into the door as he said.

Then the two of them sat back down at the round table they had had been at in the morning.

Zhao Xiaoqian sat on the chair in solemn silence and waited.

Uncle Warrior yawned, wiping the wetness from the corners of his eyes, pinching the wine bottle on the table and pouring a full glass of wine.

Zhao Xiaoqian looked at him with burning eyes.

The warrior uncle noticed Zhao Xiaoqian's gaze, he glanced at Zhao Xiaoqian sideways, raised his glass a little strangely, and he felt a little redundant and asked, "Do you want a cup?"

"Yes!" Zhao Xiaoqian replied crisply.

Now this middle-aged soldier who thinks he is mature and steady is completely confused, Zhao Xiaoqian was choked by wine in the morning and cried, the sissy like the origin is the purpose, how much effort has it taken to become this refreshing appearance?

The middle-aged warrior thought for a while and didn't figure it out, so he simply didn't bother to bother with any more effort. directly pushed the glass of wine in his hand to Zhao Xiaoqian. Then he poured wine for himself again, and in just a few moments, Zhao Xiaoqian Jing had already picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

The extreme spiciness, irritating the throat and burning the lungs. In an instant, Zhao Xiaoqian's eyes were already red.

The middle-aged soldier looked at him stunned, and even forgot that he was pouring wine.

"Uncle..."It wasn't until Zhao Xiaoqian shouted hoarsely that he reflected in his eyes. At this time, the cup in his hand had already been filled with wine, and most of the 'ghost fire' in the big bottle had been sprinkled.

"What the hell!!" the middle-aged soldier cursed, and quickly took a sip of the overflowing cup with his mouth. He put the bottle aside and looked at the puddle of liquor on the ground with a distressed expression.

"I'm sorry!" Zhao Xiaoqian apologized hoarsely.

"Don't apologize for things that don't concern you. The middle-aged soldier waved his hand, although he said so, he still glanced at Zhao Xiaoqian with resentment.

Zhao Xiaoqian pursed his lips, feeling the feeling of flames burning in his body. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

"Tell me, what's going on. The middle-aged uncle asked sullenly.

"I'm waiting... Can't wait.. Tomorrow, I'm going to... Is... Is.. Take those things, I'm going to be a war... Warriors, the faster ... The sooner the better!" Zhao Xiaoqian's face was flushed, and his speech was a little slurred.

"Hmph..."The middle-aged uncle looked at him in a drunken state and snorted and laughed. He stopped talking, just looked at him with cold eyes.

"Margin.." Zhao Xiaoqian took a break from drinking, and then quickly covered his mouth with some embarrassment.

The middle-aged uncle was still staring at him with cold eyes.

The drunken Zhao Xiaoqian looked at him.

After a long time...

Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly broke out!

"You.. What are you looking at? Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhao Xiaoqian stood up and roared at the middle-aged warrior as he patted the table. Then, tears welled up: "Do you know . . . Do you know, I'm going to die!!!!

"I'm dying!! I.... I..... I don't want to die..... I just... I have a younger brother...... What should I do, what should I do?!!!" Zhao Xiaoqian covered his face and choked. "You.. You quickly put... Give me.... Give it to me......"

The middle-aged uncle was still staring at him coldly, waiting.

Then Zhao Xiaoqian fell without warning.

"Stupid boy, huh.... It's the first time I've seen someone drink such a ghostly fire. If you don't pour this, you're the god of wine!" The middle-aged uncle took a sip of the wine in the cup, smacked his mouth and came to Zhao Xiaoqian, who fell to the ground. Grabbing him by the collar, he picked him up and threw him on a chaise longue. "But when you're drunk, you look pretty good, a bit of a man. ”

The middle-aged uncle sat back in his chair and slowly tasted the 'ghost fire' wine in the cup. looked at Zhao Xiaoqian who was drunk to death with a pensive face...

"Is it because of that catastrophe that you are so afraid of death?"

"Although I don't say it, it seems selfish.... But in fact, the person who cares about the most is really his younger brother..."

Thinking of this, the middle-aged warrior split his mouth and smiled, and became happy. He took a big sip from his glass.

"No wonder, after all..."

"Brother!"