In the old bungalow, the woman who drank the milk went back to sleep. The father and son, who were still in the room, secretly glanced at each other, and when there was no movement in the bedroom, the father, who was still handsome, walked lightly to the cabinet next to the old-fashioned TV, rummaged through it and took out a set of DVDs.

The cover of the disc is of poor quality, with the red warrior on the cover standing with two other fighters who are clearly not from the same series as him, and the cutout technique is extremely clumsy, and even the title name is stitched with other series.

This shoddy appearance is obviously a pirated copy of a dozen yuan in the small market. But even such pirated goods can make father and son happy for a long time.

Skillfully connected to the DVD,The DVD player that is a little old in this era is one of the few valuable goods in this house.,It's the same as this time TV.,It was given by her little sisters when my mother got married.,At that time, it was also a valuable item.。 And the quality is excellent, the boys are already so big, and they are still running strongly.

The unobtrusive dad sometimes joked that when the boy grew up, he couldn't throw away the DVD player that could be regarded as his brother. The boy disdainfully said that he would change to a PS2 console in the future. According to the classmates, it can not only play video CDs, but also a lot of game discs.

The DVD was put in, the sound insulation of the old house was very bad, in order not to disturb the sleeping mother, the usual father's favorite stereo was turned off, and only the sound of the very small TV sounded.

But even if the sound is small, it does not prevent the boy from watching the red soldier on the TV riding a motorcycle and doing all kinds of difficult maneuvers to repel the hateful stranger.

Waving his hand quietly to cheer up the red warrior, the boy didn't notice that his father on the side put his hand on his head as he normally would.

But this time it seems to be a little different, Dad's usually a little jumpy, but now it feels a little deep, and his voice sounded: "Zihang...... Do you want to be a hero? Just like this one on TV. ”

"Of course!" The little Chu Zihang didn't look back, and becoming a hero is such a thing, no matter who will think about it, right?

"Yes, Dad actually wanted to be a hero before, but later...... I found that there were some things that were different from what I thought. Chu's father's voice came, and there was a meaning that Chu Zihang couldn't read at that time.

"Then Dad must be very good! No, Dad is actually very good! His eyes were still focused on the TV, and the little Chu Zihang said. In his cognition, whether he becomes a hero or not, his father must have the same abilities as someone who can become a hero. What's more, this is his dad.

Father Chu was stunned for a moment, and then in the corner where Chu Zihang couldn't see, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise high. He seemed to want to laugh out loud, but the thought of his wife, who was still in the cold war next door, made his mood complicated again.

But he still laughed: "Of course, your dad and I are amazing!" I can't find a better driver than me in the whole coast. Driving a Ferrari with one hand or something, it doesn't show my skills! ”

Ferrari Chu Zihang has heard from classmates in the class who like to show off that it seems to be a very powerful, expensive, and handsome sports car. But since Dad expressed disdain, it must not be something unusual. The little Chu Zihang has a very strong confidence in his father.

After laughing, Chu's father continued to touch his head with his hands, Chu Zihang did not resist, and he continued to move his hands and feet. Then, Father Chu said in a tone that he had never heard of, very light but heavy: "But...... Zihang, in fact, Dad doesn't want you to be a hero. ”

Chu Zihang, who was engrossed in the TV, was a little stunned, and Chu's father said this, which made him feel that his dream had been denied.

Ignoring Chu Zihang, who was stunned, Chu's father continued, his tone was so unfamiliar that even Chu Zihang at that time could see that something was abnormal.

"Being a hero is very hard and tiring, I don't want you to live like that, Zihang." He said this, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand. He promised Chu's mother that he couldn't smoke at home. And in front of Chu Zihang, he has never smoked. Even if there is a pump, it is secretly hiding. It was the first time I had taken it out in front of him.

Dad Chu watched the TV, the hero who was thrown from a tall building by a strange person, and the serious injury was lifted and the hero was rolling all over the ground after the transformation. This picture, even if he knew that this was just a shooting technique, the little Chu Zihang was afraid to see it.

But what little Chu Zihang didn't see was that the light of the TV reflected on Chu's father's face, casting a bright and uncertain shadow. He continued: "Injuries like this are just small things, and then there is the failure to protect the people who should be protected, and the feeling of powerlessness in the face of an invincible enemy in front of them......"

The TV scene continues, with ordinary people who are targeted by the weirdos, cops who fall to the ground in the face of the weirdos, powerful enemies, and heroes who are beaten back to their weakest white form...... These seem to be the same as Dad Chu said, and they are presented on the TV screen one by one. This made the little Chu Zihang, who had a longing for the hero, fall into deep doubt.

“…… And, unlike him, you don't have a way to tell anyone who you are. You can only be injured and bandaged, and the pain can be endured by yourself, no one will know that you exist, and you have to hide from everyone around you. Father Chu sighed deeply when he looked at the soldiers who were being rescued and his sister was praying for him. The heaviness of this sigh made the little Chu Zihang deeply confused about the existence of the hero for the first time.

"But......" The little Chu Zihang wanted to refute, but he couldn't find the words to refute at all.

Father Chu's big hand pressed his head again, and he resumed his tone as relaxed as usual, without the slightest hint of the previous deep and said: "So Zihang is better to be an ordinary person, a hero or something, it's still too far away from us......"

There seemed to be something in his words, but the little Chu Zihang in the tangle didn't notice it. Similarly, he didn't notice the tiredness in Father Chu's eyes.

"But......" The little Chu Zihang was still a little unwilling, but he didn't know what to say. On TV, rampaging weirdos are attacking ordinary people. The rebellion organized by the people had no effect on the terrifying form of the eccentric.

In the midst of a wail, the warrior, whose heart had stopped, woke up in the hospital and quickly arrived at the scene, defeating the strange man with his first and weakest white stance.

Seeing this scene, the little Chu Zihang's eyes lit up. The light of longing for this pair of heroes directly made Father Chu on the side stunned, and at the same time fell silent.

"But if you don't become heroes, then who will do this, and who will protect them?" Little Chu Zihang said so. At the end of the picture, the untransformed warrior raises his thumb and smiles heartily.

Father Chu also looked at the picture on the TV, and was silent for a long time, he threw away the cigarette in his hand, grabbed the little Chu Zihang, and rubbed his hair fiercely and made a fuss.

"Zihang is right, but heroes or something are still too far away from you." Feeling no shame in the act of bullying the small, Father Chu's voice was not as deep as before, and it was full of unprecedented happiness, "At least wait until you become an adult, and I will tell you how to become a hero!" ”

"Really!" struggled to resist, but it was all in vain, and little Chu Zihang's eyes lit up again. The desire for heroes is engraved in the heart of every child, and he is naturally the same.

"Really!" Dad Chu gave a thumbs up and showed the same hearty smile as the warrior in the play.

In this way, the young Chu Zihang made an agreement with his father. But then something happened that made him forget this agreement, and at the same time, his relationship with this man also fell to the extreme. But by the time he remembered the promise again, and had the qualifications to become a hero, his hero had already left him.

……

With his left hand on his waist, his right hand stretched out to the upper left and slowly moved to the right, Chu Zihang's gaze stayed on the village rain on his side. He seemed to see that a somewhat illusory, but very familiar figure appeared there, and did the same thing as him.

He glanced back, and there was a hearty smile on the familiar face. Respond with the same smile and pull back your right hand, which has moved to the top right, back to your waist and fold it with your left hand, which is clenched into a fist.

His hands were stretched out to the sides, and at the same time, a huge light lit up from his waist, and the armor made of magic crystallization gradually covered his body. The lines of the flame spread over it, forming an incomparably mysterious figure.

The upper body is formed by a sharp, translucent red breastplate, and the arms and shoulders are also attached with armor of the same material. The armor on the lower body is covered by a battle skirt, and the lightweight skirt that does not seem to affect movement is actually amazingly protective.

On his head, he was covered with armor that looked like the helmet of an ancient general but with a sharper shape, and on top of his head was a pheasant feather representing triumph, like a long ponytail, fluttering like a joyful flame. Irregular, but equally sharp, rectangular crystals cover the face and eyes.

“…… The activation of the external spirit base is complete, and the stage 1 armor is deployed. The red warrior moved slightly, as if adjusting to the new strength and the gorgeous armor.

Feeling the magic surging in his body, Chu Zihang opened his eyes and looked straight ahead. On the transparent visor, a golden glow that looks like an eye lights up. In a new vision, the dragon king Jörmungadr was looking at him with a gaze that he didn't know how to describe. It was as if he was asking him, what kind of monster is this?

The hallucinatory shadow around him had vanished, and the flames of cheer had spread again. Without taking the two alchemy weapons beside him, Chu Zihang stretched out his hand, and an incomparably domineering long weapon appeared in his hand. Above the red tassels, two crescent-like blades stood on both sides, and the huge spear head in the middle emitted a dangerous light.

With a length of more than two meters, the weight must be amazing, and it is known as the Fang Tian Painting Halberd or the armament of the Fang Tian Halberd, which is held by Chu Zihang as if nothing was in his hands.

"Okay," the halberd pointed to the dragon king in front of him, drawing an arc in the air, and Chu Zihang, who grasped the power of guarding others, said, "...... Jörmungad, it's time to settle our grievances. ”

Countless violent qi spread from his body, and under the trembling domineering, he was named the god of war, and the unparalleled flying general descended here.

……

The beautiful girl fell from the sky like a fallen leaf, her bohemian dress shattered in the air, and her smooth, fair, lovely skin could be faintly seen. Underneath her, a young man with a bare upper body stretched out his hands, as if trying to catch her, or to hug her.

And the girl naturally stretched out her hands, wanting to hug the young people below. The beauty of the woman, the handsomeness of the man, and the extraordinary talent and appearance of the woman, so that everyone who sees this picture can't help but offer blessings to them.

Susie, who saw this scene in the mold lake, felt some inexplicable heartache, and what made her even more heartbroken was that along with the girl's hands, there were also extremely dangerous claws that could kill just by touching them.

The extremely beautiful girl dressed in dragon scales turned into a bewitching Shura, and the sharp claws penetrated the young man's chest with great ease, as if he could crush his heart with a light force. And Susie's heart, as if it had become the heart of the young man who was caught in a moment of confusion, was shattered inch by inch.

"Zihang...!" Susie woke up from a nightmare in a cold sweat, and she looked at the environment in front of her in confusion as she had just recovered from the dream.

The surrounding carriages were completely dark, except for the occasional illumination of the tunnel lights outside, which allowed her to see the old carriage that should have been scrapped a long time ago. There was still a smell of dust that matched the old environment, and she was lying on the seat of such a carriage.

In the midst of vigilance, a voice came from the darkness: "Stop shouting, he is busy beating people now." ”

Subconsciously lit up the golden boy, Susie waited for a while and asked tentatively: "Fingal...... Brother? ”

"It's me." There was a fire in the darkness, and on the seat opposite was Fingal, who was playing with a lighter.

The flickering light of the flames cast a shadow on his face, adding an inexplicable sense of depth to him, who was usually in no shape. But when he spoke again, the deep feeling was gone.

Fingal lay back, his eyes half-dead and said, "What the hell am I making a fuss about this big night......

Susie noticed that he was covered in a lot of dust, including on his face and hair. It looked like he had come back from that construction site.

She glanced left and right again to make sure there was no one else in the carriage before asking, "What's going on?" How did I end up here? Brother, what are you doing here? ”

"I want to know too." Fingal replied weakly, "I thought I would know what was going on here, but I didn't know what was going on here, so I wanted to know what was going on here." If someone can answer me, so much the better. ”

He glanced at the terminal he was holding in his other hand, but the person inside didn't answer him. In the dragon king's long-range attack just now, the terminal with the broken screen is no longer operational.

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to, he thought like this, and stretched out his hand to stop Susie who wanted to ask a question: "Don't ask anything, go back and ask the vice president of your family...... I almost forgot that you're the vice president yourself. ”