Kechen City.

A hundred kilometers north of the nameless hill pack.

Originally, there was no road in this hill, but because people occasionally travel back and forth between Valve City and Kechen City, they often pass through here, and there are many people walking, and there is a small road.

At this moment, there is a well-dressed middle-aged man, walking slowly along the path that was stepped out by the people in front of him.

And because there is no lush vegetation on the hill to enjoy the shade, he also holds a parasol, as if he is walking leisurely.

And, beside him, there was a little girl with a blank face.

It's like a father who takes his daughter out on an outing, but her daughter is not very happy.

But the middle-aged man like a father is also very tolerant of the little girl, and his words are full of tenderness, even if the little girl's mood doesn't seem to be very good, he will talk from time to time:

"Qianqian, will you be tired when you walk like this? Do you want me to carry you? ”

"Qianqian, the last time I saw you, you weren't so tall!"

"Qianqian, how are you getting along with the gluttonous councilor?"

"Qianqian, why don't you talk to me?"

"Qianqian, why are your hands so cold?"

"Qianqian, why don't you try to escape?"

“.”

All the conversations are unilaterally opened by the middle-aged man, but no matter how the middle-aged man wants to talk to the little girl, all the words will slowly dissipate in the air and end in a silent response.

There is only the occasional chirping of insects and birds, as if in response to the words of the middle-aged man.

But these responses are not what middle-aged people want, and middle-aged people only feel noisy about these voices that they have no eyesight to see.

"Qianqian, do you feel a little noisy?

If you don't respond, you'll feel the same way as me.

If you think it's noisy, Uncle will help you. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man stopped, let go of his right hand holding Qianqian, and his hand made a pen shape in the air, and a faint light flashed in the air.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man had a pen in his hand.

With this pen, the middle-aged man wrote in the air:

"Silence, the fundamental kind."

For a moment, the words that appeared in the air slowly embedded in this space.

Immediately after, beside the middle-aged man, the wind stopped noisy, and the birds stopped chirping.

From Qianqian's point of view, on many small trees, the birds and insects that were originally singing happily fell down one after another, and even the birds in the sky lost their vitality.

It's silent.

Qianqian swallowed her saliva, feeling her hands and feet even colder.

When the middle-aged man took her hand, Qianqian didn't feel the slightest warmth, only strong discomfort and stomach cramps caused by discomfort.

Looking at Qianqian's pale face, the middle-aged man smiled gently, and continued to lead Qianqian towards the top of the hill:

"Qianqian, what about those lovely birds, who could have lived happily, who do you think caused their death?"

“.”

After being silent for a while, Qianqian spoke:

"Me."

"Ahh Do you know where we're going now? ”

"I don't know."

"Then let me tell you, our school, 53 transcendents died here, although they are all transcendents who once blossomed and their abilities did not have much effect, but they are all transcendentals, brothers and sisters of our school, you say, who would have the courage to target our school so much?"

"I don't know."

"I guess you don't know, it's okay, we'll go up and have a look, we'll know, of course, the premise is that there is no problem with the positioning provided by [Dogleg], you still have an impression of Dogleg, he hugged you when he was a child."

"Impressions."

“.”

The two were chatting "relaxed", and soon, the middle-aged man pulled Qianqian to the top of the small mountain bag.

At first glance, it was dark red blood, crumbling limbs, and all kinds of small animals to thank nature for its gifts.

Corpse.

Looking at their corpses, Qianqian could imagine that these little animals were eating "gifts from heaven", happily making all kinds of chirps, and then there was no reason.

Died.

Qianqian's stomach cramped more obviously, and she felt like throwing up a little.

It stands to reason that Qianqian is no stranger to these scenes.

She had experienced even more bloody scenes.

For the cognition of this world, there was a period of time when Qianqian thought-

People are just a bunch of thinking meat.

But since becoming an employee in the Happy Milk Tea Shop, Qianqian feels that it is a great insult to compare people simply to meat!

In the store, she saw the hugs of couples, the foam of husband and wife, the bond between parents and children, and the friendship of friends

That's something she'd never felt in the gluttonous councillor's lab.

Life, in addition to living, should also have a way to live!

As a person, she should also have her own way of living, instead of becoming a gluttonous councilor!

During this time, after learning from Mr. Lin that Kechen City was about to join the city joint committee, Qianqian felt

As long as she stays in Kechen City, then, she will have a lot of time.

She will grow up, she can learn how to make a cup of milk tea with Teacher Lin, become an independent milk tea master, go to the underwear store with Sister Chu Chu, curl her hair together, do nail art together, and put on beautiful makeup together

However, when the middle-aged man in front of him appeared in front of him, Qianqian knew that everything was hopeless.

The man in front of him is codenamed "Pen Stick" in the transcendent universal school.

He represents not only the gluttonous parliamentarians, but also the attitude of the transcendent universal school as a whole.

The overall strength of the transcendent universal school, Kechen City can't fight against it, and Teacher Lin naturally can't either.

Qianqian has been in the bubble tea shop for a long time, and she no longer only thinks about being protected by Lin Hao.

And as she spent more time with Lin Hao, the more she had never seen Lin Hao make a move, she felt that the induction of her ability should be-

It is normal for Mr. Lin to be able to become a strong person in the future and be able to solve his own problems.

But most likely, not now.

Especially when the pure love bull head warrior appeared in the milk tea shop, Mr. Lin's passivity firmly believed in Qianqian's idea.

Teacher Larin can't go into the water

In Qianqian's current consciousness, she can't hurt Teacher Lin and Sister Chu Chu, nor can she hurt Kechen City, a city with vitality and vitality.

Thank them for at least making her feel that she was once alive in this world.

At the very least, someone will remember themselves.

I'm not a three-year-old anymore

Won't believe in fairy tales and miracles anymore.

Perhaps, in this life, his own consciousness and his own destiny are destined to be swallowed up by the gluttonous councilors.

Just when Qianqian's mind was confused, the pen let go of Qianqian's hand, came to a person who looked like the corpse was still intact, half-squatted down, and asked:

"Excuse me, how did you die?"

As he spoke, a little bit of brilliance flashed in the hand of the pen stick, condensed into the shape of a pen, and placed it in the hand of the corpse.

The moment the corpse's hand touched the pen, his fingertips slowly grasped the pen.

The corpse, sitting up, wrote earnestly and quickly on the ground:

"Neurotic! I'm about to take control of my containment! Shoot me! Want to contribute?

How did I die, you ask?

In fact, I was shot and killed by someone next to me.

In terms of the cause of death, I was killed by the unreasonable system of the school!

I want feedback, I want to complain, I want to put forward a demand for reform in the strategic development of the school. ”

It can be seen from the pen that this dead guy must be a good member of the transcendent universal school, but unfortunately, he is dead.

"But, you're dead, what's the use of writing?"

The words of the pen directly stopped the corpse's movements.

Compared with the strategic development goals, this corpse should care more about its own life:

"Can't you save me?"

"I can't." The pen is honest.

After the pen barrel finished speaking, the corpse rushed towards the pen barrel, as if trying to tear him apart, and then keep the pen in his hand!

Unfortunately, it did not work out, and in the process of rushing forward, the pen in his hand disappeared.

And it fell back to the ground.

"This world is still too angry, not like me, gentle and elegant." The pen decided to ask someone else.

Most of the next people who were able to respond said that before they died, they saw their parents, and they lost their lives when they were slapped by their parents.

It doesn't make sense.

The pen is connected to the archives of the transcendent ecumenical school, some of whom have been orphaned since childhood, and some whose parents have long since died

Who smokes them?

"It seems that Bai Wuchang is a person who still has to be contacted when he has a chance, which is really interesting."

Combined with the common actions of these people before their deaths, it is not difficult to deduce that the reasons for the deaths of these people are inextricably linked to Bai Wuchang.

The matter is almost investigated, and the pen decides to take Qianqian to Valve Cai City and hand over Qianqian to the doglegs.

But at this moment, the pen felt a powerful aura in his direction, constantly approaching!

What people!

The pen blade frowned and looked in the direction of the breath.

Qianqian also noticed something unusual, and looked in the direction of the pen

From her point of view, Ultraman Tiga, who is holding a dog, is rapidly approaching with a cloud in tow.

What is this new generation Ultraman?

Compared with Qianqian's curiosity, the pen felt the threat of life, and quickly condensed a pen in his hand and wrote in the air:

"Sluggish."

"Suffocation."

"Spatial cognitive impairment."

“.”

These powers, the pen has obviously felt that it has fallen on the other party's body, but it doesn't seem to have any effect.

The other party is still approaching rapidly.

When the distance between the two was less than a hundred meters, Ultraman Nadiga threw the colorful black dog in his hand at him.

Write "block", "move in the opposite direction", "death".

All kinds of words can't make that black dog stop, damn it!

What's going on?!

The pen was heavily smashed on the body by the colorful black dog and was thrown far away.

"Hanging in the air."

"Float."

“.”

Before the pen could stand firm in the air, he watched as the colorful black dog boiled with great power.

And then

Exploded!

What the heck?!

Self-destructing?!

What kind of hatred and what kind of grudge, should we use this means of ending up together?

Pen:

In an instant, the pen put many layers of protection on himself, and although he was seriously injured, he did not die.

But when he could see clearly from the smoke and dust of the explosion, he realized that Ultraman had raised a sword, and the white clouds that followed behind him suddenly became violent.

Damn it!

It's the picture of the pure love minotaur before he dies!

With a thunderous sword, thunderbolts fell on him, but it was okay.

The pen wrote "not afraid of thunder".

The person in front of him also seemed to feel that the thunder had no effect on the pen, and his body also erupted into a boiling and huge force

Self-destructing again?

What a grudge!

"Wait a minute, we can talk."

Bang!

The pen can only continue to protect itself!

"Ahem, ahem."

"Hahahaha, I survived! Neurotic, life for life! I'm the one who survived! ”

After writing positive bonuses such as "healing", "replenishing qi and blood" and "dignified appearance" for himself, he has not yet fully recovered

He felt the self-detonation breath again, and looked into the distance.

The man, the dog, the cloud

Why didn't you die!

How come it again!

And the breath hasn't changed yet!!

It doesn't make sense!

But at the moment, life and death are at stake!

The pen stick didn't have time to think about it at all, and if the pen stick was given two more self-explosions, the pen stick felt that he might really die.

This time, the pen stroked one stroke at a time, and wrote down seriously:

"Run!"

As for Qianqian, whatever!

The strong are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal are afraid of the deadly...... The other party is really dead!

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【Idle Commuter Pass Reception Center】

This chapter is 3700 words, and there are two more.

Thank you [Alliance Leader: Clown, , , , , ], the first Alliance Leader in life, thank you!

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