Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Crazy dogs have also fantasized about their own deaths.

Like the hundreds of millions of ordinary, bloodthirsty teenagers in the Starlight Federation, he is not afraid of dying, but he is afraid of dying in silence.

It was the most dangerous time in the Old Federation, the civil winds were extremely fierce, all kinds of war games and heroic films were on the road, all the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys, whether spiritual roots or anything else, were not fully developed, so that they all died like heroes in games and films. It was best to open the sword on the left and right and kill the Quartet for three days and three nights. After leaving behind the demonic beast's corpse and the sea of blood, under the first ray of bloody daylight, they rushed to the tide of beasts laid in the heavens and the earth with hot crystal magnetic cannons, leaving one or two more words strong enough to load history books - this is the perfect way to die.

At that time, the mad dog, in any case, could not have imagined that he would die like this, like a non-stinking fart.

That was the golden age of his life, when he was the proud son of the heavens and the wind and the clouds and a super genius.

He thought destiny was doomed long ago to be brilliant, exciting, echoing, and fierce, even if he was not the world's absolute protagonist of the small heavens and the earth around him.

But the arrival of “the man" completely shattered his dreams and vividly strangled his unopened path of destiny!

Overnight, the wind and cloud mutated, the father was jailed, the entire family estate was confiscated, and he owed a lot of debt, and he also suffered a double physical and mental blow, and in the end he became notorious in the circle, no major university was willing to enroll, he had to grass to attend a second-rate college.

He thought the world and fate had collapsed.

He was devastated by this shock and went through two decades of misery.

It's not that he doesn't want to cheer up, but every time he's ready to rebuild his flag drums and thrive, the news of "the man" pours out like an unstoppable ghost.

If it's just “opponents” or “enemies” in general, it may be desperate to practice to chase and avenge them.

But “the man" is a monster, and every time the news is so astonishing and horrifying, he is utterly desperate and utterly devoid of confrontation.

His frustration and lack of courage to compete with “the man" does not mean that the storm that “the man” winds will not sweep on him.

With the strength and fame of “the man” all the way, the resentment between him and “the man” in the past was also turned out as a big fancy news, of course the vast majority of the news is to show how wise and divine “the man” is. Naturally, he is a corner of the scene of the footstone, occasionally slightly “remarkable” paragraphs, also with his obscene ugliness and lack of self-control, to reverse the glorious image of “the man”.

Twenty years have passed, and in the world around him, it's like he's tied up with "that person”. Every time you mention the name ”that person", everyone else will mention him by accident, without any verbal humiliation. As long as the smiling, non-smiling eyes glance at him, it's enough to completely distort the nerves of the iron fight!

Twenty years later, those who were far less qualified than his classmates in the past each had their own achievements and began to show their heads; even Ping Lao classmates had formed a happy and happy family and lived in a red and red fire. Only he remained immersed in self-inflicted self-esteem and self-inflicted self-infliction, becoming an irremediable alcoholic and gangster.

He was the father who was bailed out. He slapped him on the bed before his death and turned his fate for the second time.

“I... I don't have the guts! ”

That's my father's last words.

He shook his hands and tried to close the old man's eyes, but couldn't close them. From now on, wherever he went, he seemed to be able to see the old man's eyes. He stared down at him and smashed his anger into flames!

He thinks he understands what Father means.

In peace of mind, it is indeed his fault, and his own fault, to look at many things from the perspective of a 34-year-old adult in his teens and 20-year-olds.

So his emotions about “the man” are complicated, rather than “hatred," rather than "jealousy” and “unwillingness,” right?

He wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants revenge, he wants revenge. He didn't want revenge because he really hated that man, he just wanted to tell the world that he was going to take back what belonged to him, that he was the real protagonist of the world!

After three days of guarding the old man's spirit, he stripped and changed his bones, enlightening himself.

As soon as the old man's top seven had passed, he said goodbye to his past life and walked into the most brutal underground arena in the dark corner of the Federation.

Relying on the capital left over from his wild training as a young man, he fought from the lowest level of the paddle to the annual finals of 120 city stadiums, and for the first time struck the name of "Mad Dog” Hehway.

Every time before the show, that moment in the mask was his lightest and most comfortable moment, because in the cruel world of the underground arena, nobody knew he was him, he was —— the mad dog!

In just five years, he had gone from refining gas to building foundations, a miracle of no small magnitude in terms of his experience and past.

In the middle of the game, he also looked up at the sky with his blue-faced head, wondering if he could ever compete with “the man”.

After all, “the man" has disappeared for a long time. He is said to be in hibernation and his strength should be stagnant. This is a great opportunity for him to “overtake the bend”.

But the cruel reality crushed his hopes time and time again. The nearest time to Khmer Dan, he was seriously wounded in a gold medal championship, and after six months of cultivation, his strength fell.

Since then, he has been ups and downs in the underground arena for many years without any higher achievement. Later, whether as a "bounty hunter” to explore the planet of resources, join the Confederate army, and kill all kinds of enemies. Whether he tortures himself with madness, cruelty, or perversion, his strength improves slowly as a snail.

Jindan, oh, a hundred years, is just a mix of Jindan, which may be great in the eyes of the average person, but compared to "that person," it's worse than horseshit crushed by a wheel.

Since when did he suddenly realize that he could never, ever, ever compare to that man for the rest of his life?

Doesn't matter. Strength doesn't matter. Warfare is the first priority.

He will stand far more than that man's amazing battle, and even if he dies, he will die fiercely!

With this conviction, in wars big and small in the army, he is always at the forefront of the most dangerous tasks.

But fate made another big joke with him.

He didn't catch up. In addition to the Tianhuan War, the Federation has encountered only sporadic bandits and security wars in the past 100 years. Even if he swept away demonic beasts and bandits all over the planet single-handedly, what praise is there?

At this moment, the Empire Fight Back would have been his best chance.

But he did not expect the main force of the Black Wind Fleet to storm the realm of Tianyuan, and although he had experienced the war, he was the first enemy army, unmistakable cannon ash, doomed to die in silence in this iron can, just like so many ordinary soldiers around him.

Yes, normal…

Until the last moment of his life, looking back at the boring life of the last hundred years, the mad dog finally removed his disguised nerves and madness and had to admit with utter frustration:

“Turns out, I'm just an ordinary person, like them, who lives insignificantly and dies insignificantly, always has been.

“Thief, your mother, it turns out that Li Yao is the proud son of your chosen heaven. I'm really just a stepping stone.

“I'll never catch up to him, no use torturing myself, and the gap will only get bigger and bigger - and now I'm not even qualified to be a mouse stare in his film!

“Is this... fate?

“I'm an ordinary man. How can an ordinary man fight a superhero? So in this bloody war, die in plain sight, like all the soldiers around you, like dirt and shit, what else to struggle for? The more you struggle, the more you look like a joke!

“Die, don't even think about it, old man, sorry, afterlife, afterlife...”

The mad dog's consciousness gradually dissipated and his soul fell into a weak darkness.

But after a long time, I still couldn't wait for a complete relief. Instead, my perception gradually increased. The wounds in my abdomen came with a refreshing, cool, itchy feeling!

The mad dog glared at his eyes and found a little blue dot on the retina beating happily.

The crystalline medical system is miraculously auto-repaired, injecting artificially active cells into his liver area, perhaps the impact of some finely fragmented meteorite, hitting the key point of a medical unit, right?

Anything incredible can happen on a chaotic battlefield, even if the odds are only one in a hundred million!

“What the hell does that mean, it won't let me die? ”

In the trance, the mad dog saw his father's angry and unhappy eyes, staring at him dead outside the window of his helmet.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

“Thief, what exactly are you trying to do? If you really don't want me to die, if there really is a slight chance that I can compete with Li Yao again, give me a little inspiration!

“I don't want to beat him, I just want to stand in front of him and show him what I am and tell him - who I am!

“Thief, help me, even if, even if Li Yao is the protagonist of the whole world, at least let me be the protagonist of this little battlefield, for a second, for a second! ”

Crazy dogs weep and howl silently.

The voice just dropped and a string of flashes appeared not far away.

“Is that what you're telling me, thief? ”

The mad dog flashed slightly and raised hope again, despite the pain in his abdomen, prompting the remaining array of symbols on the crystal arm to fly towards the flash.

After a moment, he braked urgently and instantly filled the bottom of his eyes with blood.

That's four or five Imperial Crystals cleaning the battlefield.

They had not found him, but he was proactive and exposed his targets, which led the empires to fly all the way towards him.

“Fuck.”

The mad dog said to the thief God.

Ninety per cent of the battlefield was occupied by the Imperial Army's Samsung Lightning Flag, and he had no way out and should wait to die.

But……

Unwilling! Unwilling! Unwilling! Unwilling! Unwilling! Unwilling! Unwilling!

In his trance, he somehow remembered the golden years in the city of Fungo a hundred years ago, and the young man who was once a grand and proud man.

“Ha, ha, ha! ”

The mad dog spit blood, the crossbody behind him, relying on the magnetically adsorbed half-handed dragon knife waved up again, emitting a heartless laugh, the blood sprayed all over the helmet, even the windows were dyed red.

Looking out through the blood, the sea of stars is like fire!

“Thief, for Christ's sake, and you trash...”

The mad dog waved the dragon slayer knife and activated the last five power charm arrays, diving like a falling meteor, "My uncle was the first master of the old starry Federated City of Fungo, Herren Lei! Who the hell do you think I am? If you want to kill me, try it! ”