Night fell quietly.

For the vast majority of people in later generations, it is still the daily life of screws today.

Although the tide of Reiki revival has been in the afterlife for 40 years, from the perspective of ordinary people, the baby who originally babbled has now reached the age of establishment, has his own wife, children, and established a new family.

But apart from the fact that psionic technology, which has benefited all corners of life, has decorated people's lives to a certain extent, there is not much difference in others.

It is still a week of work, time off, overtime, and heavy schoolwork are still present in the daily life of teenagers.

Even because of the advent of the great era of cultivating immortals, thanks to the growth of the soul and spirit of cultivation, the average daily workload of young people in later generations is three to ten times that of forty years ago.

With such heavy work, the probability of sudden death has entered a negligible downturn compared to 40 years ago, and it has to be said that cultivation has really "changed" people's lives.

Well, it is worth mentioning that weekends and weekends have now been thoroughly implemented into people's daily lives.

This is one of the few pieces of good news among the many bad news.

There's no way, the big era of everyone's cultivation is a little bad, when the boss and the leader don't know how many talents you have, you can't jump out of a quiet one to give you a villain, the spell of decay and luck, it's really hard to prevent!

Although it was forbidden to use witchcraft on the citizens of Kyushu, this thing was not as eye-catching as a firearm, a handful of hay on the side of the road, a red rope on the waist of cotton trousers, and an embroidery needle

If it weren't for the fact that these things were not sold in small quantities, the core cost would not even be the price of a bottle of mineral water.

Oh, by the way, the current mineral water has been renamed as spiritual spring water, although it can't be responsive, but at least it has some trace factors added to it that help the spiritual machine absorb.

I don't think there was a ban on selling kitchen knives at the beginning, and now there is no ban on needles.

In this way, the adults have made an unprecedented kindness, whether it is a holiday or a salary, as long as you can work hard, you will be given it, anyway, it is just a little less than 100 million points, and it is not that you don't earn.

As for the elderly.

What?

Where are the elderly?

But once you find all the three souls and seven spirits, you can live for 200 years if you condense a true spirit.

In the past seventy years of average life, sixty years old is considered retirement age, and now the average life expectancy of human beings has reached 270 years, no two hundred and thirty or forty years old are you embarrassed to call yourself an old man?

But the reality is that the revival of aura has barely made up a fraction of the time now, even if it is the "old man" who was stuck in the retirement age at the beginning, the biggest one at this time is only the "advanced age" of ninety-seven or eight, and he is in his youth, he is not working well, and he wants to retire for the elderly!

Of course, the disturbances in the earthly world have nothing to do with Xiong Xiang.

As the first batch of players selected by the game in later generations, his daily life is busier and more bumpy than ordinary people, beaten in this copy today, beaten in that copy tomorrow, the ups and downs of life fell to him but summed up into a smooth downhill road, if it wasn't for every time he could get away with his life, if it wasn't for every time he escaped, something good would suddenly fall from the sky, this damn broken game he didn't like to play at all!

It's so torturous!

His game life is like a female abuse text, full of wind and frost experience, occasionally give a candy, and then usher in greater ups and downs and grinds.

When he thought that there were hard-working workers in the same batch of players as him, logistics farming bosses, war maniacs who cut and slashed all the way, and even a succubus possessed by a person who enjoyed the fire everywhere he went, bitter tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Weak!

Helpless!

But again had to play.

Although the game is not like some ancient networks, where any violation is a dead word under the restrictions of rules and regulations, only a dozen or so children of destiny have been selected from the tens of billions of people in later generations.

With almost a 1 in 100 million probability, what qualifications does he have to be a lazy dog?

Moreover, what inspires him is not only his own enterprising, but also the self-esteem of fellow veteran players, and even the thrust of Kyushu behind him.

In this way, Xiong Xiang got used to it like this, and until now, he even has a little bit of fun in it.

Of course, not at this point.

Since he got the title of a real person in a certain Great Song Dynasty copy a month ago and obtained the human immortal qualification certificate, Xiong Xiang, who was a little complacent on a certain level, immediately went to the trial copy of the later life to weigh his own quality.

And because of his damn destiny, he even only picked one of the simplest, that is, entry-level dungeons, the legendary dungeon - Western Regions Fengyun.

And then there was no then.

is different from the action of once rubbing the side to explore the background of the dungeon, and only after really participating in the main plot will I know how outrageous this person is.

Let's put it this way, Xiong Xiang didn't even survive the famous scene of the Heavenly Wolf God, and he fell on the way to the emperor's inauguration as the city god, and was ravaged to death by two big demons.

The whole process was so smooth that it was over before Xiong Xiang could react.

Looking at the empty pockets, there was some doubt in his eyes.

No, this is coming back?

What about my destiny?

What about my luck?

If you don't give money when you are beaten, then you are not a loss!!

Even if it has been half a day since the settlement of the dungeon, Xiong Xiang, who was trapped in the soft sofa, couldn't help but sit up again and muttered something in his mouth.

"You're sick, aren't you?"

"The emperor is passing by, you are cowering, I will fight a wild monster kung fu, attack in groups, and attack with heavy punches, right?"

"Bah, bitch!"

Xiong Xiang was lying on the sofa dejectedly, his seemingly godless eyes were browsing the latest update copy message.

I can't beat Datang, that kind of environment where the gods are in the world is not played by people at all.

The outland dungeon has a god descending ritual anyway, it's great to provoke a living saint, the Pope and something like that, it's awesome, but it's still a person. Well, mundane life, to be precise.

But on their own side. The gods and demons all end up in person, and they don't give people a relaxed game environment at all.

But the Tang Dynasty is not good, it does not mean that the Song Ming and Qing Dynasties are not good, under the catastrophe of the end of the law, there are already very few traces of the immortals in the Great Song Dynasty, and in the same pool, the immortals and demons will only be more sad.

He can't afford to mess with the big one, and he can't bully the small one?

As for the problem of unequal copies being cheap, it was not in Xiong Xiang's consideration at all, and it was more important for him to vent his anger with this breath!

To borrow a phrase from the players: What does it have to do with you to destroy you?

But at this time, the landline in the living room and bedroom was even thrown on the table by him, and the mobile phone with a layer of dust on the screen suddenly rang a familiar ringtone.

Listening to this particularly noisy sound, Xiong Xiang frowned slightly.

With such a big battle, which archaeological team dug up the grave? Or is there another cave appearing? It can't be Europe and the United States doing trouble, right?

Don't be funny, Europe and the United States have been behind for many years, although these countries still exist until now, and because there are no strange things in Kyushu, so that a little inspiration continues to drift along the ocean currents and the atmosphere to other continents, so that Europe and the United States have now begun to revive magic.

But the degree of recovery is not the same as the recovery.

The high-end combat power on the Kyushu side has been able to fly the sword for thousands of miles, and when the clouds are flying through the fog; Europe and the United States, who are barely chasing the version with just some leftovers, are still limited to the level of fireball magic.

In other words, their strong men are threatened by automatic firearms, and even a small pistol can kill them.

This mortal, it's better not to be superordinate!

Just this group of old, weak, sick and disabled, not to mention Xiong Xiang, the later generations of players in the first echelon, can pick any primary school student in the past and be able to do ten.

Xiong Xiang?

At least it is a nation-destroying level combat power, as long as it cooperates with intelligence, even the mushroom egg does not pose a fatal threat to it, he can fly out of the explosion range before it is detonated, and the huge amount of radiation is not enough to distort the flesh and blood of a land immortal.

In this incomprehensible confusion, Xiong Xiang picked up the phone.

And as the noisy ringing of the sore head fell, his complexion gradually became strange.

"No, are you sure you sent it to the wrong place?"

With a dark green jeep parked on the side of the road, Xiong Xiang, who pushed the car door, looked at the "Yulongwan Night Club" in front of him with dazzling lights flashing in the deep night, and the whole person was stunned.

Although the reality is outrageous, you can't be outrageous to this extent!

He couldn't bear to look at it directly, but he still looked at it carefully.

Not an illusion.

Especially under the perception of divine thoughts, the corners of the mouths of several flat-headed young men in dark green clothes in the dark carriage were constantly twitching and the eyes that were almost invisible when they were squinted.

Countless stirring emotions swept through Xiong Xiang's heart, and finally turned into a short exclamation:

!

It's a shame, but what can he do?

The task matters.

Besides, since he heard that phone call, he has always had an inexplicable sense of expectation in his heart, do he also want to feel Feng Fen's life?

Forcibly pressing the corners of his mouth, with a certain excited and apprehensive mood, under the gaze of a few eyes, Xiong Xiang walked into the door with heavy steps.

Under the guidance of the waiter, he came to the space located on the second basement floor of the building.

As soon as you enter, you will be accompanied by loud and somewhat harsh heavy metal music, as well as the smell of alcohol and cosmetics that is so strong that you can't get rid of your nose.

The hormones were particularly restless in the dim light, and in the hot snow-white scenery, what was particularly eye-catching was a few shirtless men standing in the center of the stage, wearing gold silk underwear, swaying to the rhythm.

The enchanting dance posture and silky movements frequently attract a burst of coquettish cheers!

And looking at the chaotic scene at the moment, Xiong Xiang's long-awaited emotions were finally shattered.

That's not what the bureau told him before

Obviously, it was the ancestors of Shang and Zhou who came to the door in a group, and the group they greeted was the source of Xiong Xiang's bloodline, the clan heavenly group composed of the monarchs of Chu State.

Of course, it is not the famous Spring and Autumn Five Hegemons King Chuzhuang in history, and with the background of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, he can't get to the Spring and Autumn Period.

Now standing on the stage, dancing more energetically than the men's group at the gathering place of the lights is the first feudal monarch of the Chu State-Xiong Yi, and his sister-in-law, Xiong Ai.

Xiong Ai is okay, although his face is not handsome, but with his youth and reluctant expression, he can also poke the point of some people, but Xiong Yi. Can you imagine a man eight feet tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, and his arms that can run a horse, scratching his head and making a gesture there?

Xiong Xiang didn't know what others thought, anyway, he himself was about to collapse at this moment.

Really, although the nobles of the Chu State produced a talent who was a barbarian, it is true that in the years at that time, it was not surprising that they could do anything, but you, the descendants of Zhurong, the princes and monarchs are leading the dance here, it is true

People's hearts are not ancient!

The etiquette is broken!

After Xiong Xiang was confused for a while, and he didn't know how long it had been, the music in his ears gradually weakened, and the crowded crowd in front of him didn't know when it dispersed, and a big man with sweat on his body walked past everyone and walked towards him.

Finally, a heavy slap on the shoulder woke him up to his senses.

As soon as he came back to his senses, he saw the bewitching big man just now, and looked at him with scrutiny, his sharp gaze was completely different from the previous wandering skeleton, and that kind of pressure was not even the big demon who played him as a ball in the previous legendary dungeon.

Although it was far inferior to the shocking glimpse he was found when he secretly followed the emperor, it was enough to make Xiong Xiang break out in a cold sweat.

It was different from majesty, fear, and shock from the depths of the blood.

"Tsk, Ai, you gave me such a coward?"

Xiong Yi turned his head to look at Xiong Ai who jumped off the stage, and asked his son dissatisfied.

"Father, can you be reasonable, this little guy and we are separated by hundreds of generations of blood, not to mention the ancestors of Zhurong, not even the little bravery of our family can't say how much is left, your intelligence in Haojing, total."

Before Xiong Ai finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xiong Yi's rough wave of his hand: "Don't mention Ho Jing to me, the old man and his father have been trying to complete his life, but as a result, your father has mixed up with a Nanban quagmire, and the character of the Ji family is really XXX, and it is not a star and a half worse than King You." ”

"Besides, who is my father, and you still blame me?"

"Why did Lone give birth to such a vertical son as you, isn't it the one who picks his father all day long!"

casually dismissed the unfilial shaft, Xiong Yi turned his head and continued to look at Xiong Xiang.

How to look at it is not pleasing to the eye.

But there is no way, who let this be their own cub.

Although it is already a descendant who is many times apart, but in terms of facts, the bloodline belonging to the Chu State Mansion in Xiong Xiang's body is the most outstanding among the mixed bloodlines, and thanks to Feng Fen's reminder to future generations, except for ordinary people who do not have that condition, most of the players have reduced the difficulty of the dungeon and accelerated the pace of looting common currency.

And Xiong Xiang relied on enough luck to defy the sky, and exchanged the bloodline strange things to purify his bloodline as early as Yue Yu.

According to the game's data, his current bloodline progress has reached 50%/10%/0.0001, which are Kyushu bloodline, personal direct bloodline, and mythical bloodline.

From Xiong Yi's point of view, it is probably that the out-of-tune grandson made a thing born of a barbarian slave.

Although the bloodline theory cannot be measured purely by numbers.

But for Xiong Yi, this thing in front of him really can't get rid of it.

Especially when this cowardly goods first entered the market, the disbelievable and disgusted appearance was quite similar to the unlucky son behind Xiong Yi.

After groaning for a long time, Xiong Yi sighed helplessly, reached out and took out a blood-colored phoenix bird jade pendant from his waist, and stuffed it into Xiong Xiang's arms: "Put it close to your body, don't leave your body, and you can get rid of your obstructive bloodline in a year and a half." ”

"Of course, if you're ruthless, you'll swallow it all for a moment."

Before Xiong Yi finished speaking, he saw Xiong Xiang grit his teeth and directly swallow all the fist-sized jade pendants.

Thanks to the fact that he is already extraordinary, and the jade pendant itself is not a golden stone but a treasure that Xiong Yi begged from the ancestral sacrifice, if it were replaced by an ordinary person, even if he was not choked to death, he would have to be dragged to death by the rupture of his stomach and intestines.

Xiong Xiang's reckless behavior was something he didn't expect, but Xiong Yi still appreciated it, but he turned to look at Xiong Xiang with a little more interest in his eyes.

Boy, your ancestral religion is good, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, you.

Well?

Xiong Yi's playful eyes changed violently, and the fire suddenly flourished in his dark pupils.

The air in the venue was also quietly stagnant, and even the breathing of the living was pitiful!

And in the center of the dance hall, a blood-colored flame was burning from the inside out, turning Xiong Xiang into a burning torch!

The hot and distorted temperature caused the fire-fighting equipment in the dance hall to activate directly, and at the same time, accompanied by Xiong Ai's guidance and suppression, the fire did not ignite.

Inside the torch, Xiong Xiang's clothes were burned to ashes in just an instant, and the hair and flesh on his body shrank in the thin flames, and the next moment an invisible force erupted from his body, and Xiong Xiang, who was already thin and dry, swelled up as quickly as if blowing up a balloon.

It fell together and was repeated dozens of times.

Bones grow in shattering, flesh and blood are reborn in the flames, and the barrier of immortals that was once far away is now close at hand, like window paper that can be pierced with a stretch of hand.

But under such temptation, Xiong Xiang still endured it.

Now or in the future, he knows which is more important!

And under the frequent and almost dizzying changes, it was Xiong Xiang's distorted and ugly face, even if he trembled like a Parkinson's patient from beginning to end, he didn't snort.

With Xiong Yi's increasingly appreciative and excited eyes, the surging flames gradually extinguished, and the thin flames drilled into Xiong Xiang's body along the smooth pores.

A mouthful of scorching breath was exhaled, and before Xiong Xiang could say anything, a pink vest was wrapped around his waist, and then an incomparable force pulled him straight to the stage:

"Okay, good, worthy of being my Mi family's cub, brave enough!"

Then he looked around the audience, and under the dazzling lights, Xiong Yi laughed and said: "I'm happy today, take my children and grandchildren to dance for everyone again!" ”

“music！”

(End of chapter)