Long Live Summons!

Let Yueyang take the first step, the middle-aged literary man won't say a word.

Long time.

I just sighed: “I'm just trying to get back what's mine. What's wrong with that? ”

Ye Yang responded aggressively: “Who cares about your right and wrong? I just want to say, as long as I have something in the sky tower one day, even a grain of sand, I can't let you take it! Because nothing here belongs to you! ”

The middle-aged man shook his head gently and shouted, “Young man, maybe you've been sweating a little for the Tower, but, by contrast, I paid a thousand times more than you? Was it fair that I paid for the last thing? It's not fair! I've given so much, I should have my gains, I should have got, at least, my share! Now I'm back to get my share… Until then, I thought, for whatever reason and no one, I had the right to blame my ‘family’ for sweating for the Tower of Heaven. ”

“Pay and you get what you get. That's for sure! ”

Yueyang nodded for sure.

But then he shook his head: "If you give something that didn't pay, you should find out why, not blame it on Tianyu! If you feel you paid the last but didn't reap the reward, just prove it, you didn't really pay! So you have no real gain either! ”

This negation prevents middle-aged literary figures from remaining calm and modest any longer.

His conclusion about Yueyang was completely insane, as if the most sacred and inviolable thing in his heart had been vilely humiliated by Yueyang.

If Yueyang says something else, then even if it is too much, more harsh and sharp, it will not touch his heart more unlikely to sting, but now this denial makes the middle-aged literary man even the supreme heart unbearable the anger in his heart. He did his best to put up with the flame of burning bears in his chest, so he could barely hold his hand and punch the yellow children of this message.

The middle-aged literary man waved his big sleeve and the scenery of the entire space instantly changed.

It seemed like a moment, and then there was a time reflux.

The scenery is flying away.

Canghai Mulberry.

It flashed in front of me.

A young man appeared in Yueyang's perspective, just as young as the man in transit today. He joined his companions in a bloody battle to resist the invasion of the abyss. On the battlefield, he acted most actively, battled with blood and sparkled his efforts, like a star, so that no one could ignore his existence.

This young man is not only fearless, but also intelligent.

Because he appeared intelligently and courageously, the allied forces of Dragon Teng Mainland, once under his command, came back to life, eventually reversing the whole battle, and transformed an absolute defeat into a smooth and dramatic victory to reverse Qian Kun! Throughout the shouting and cheering, his companion, carrying his best friend in a severe coma, walked back step by step… everyone could enjoy the joy of victory, only he, fainted in the trauma of pain, could not even participate in the honorary awards celebration.

Young and well-known people are not jealous of their companions, even if they are better and better than their companions.

However, the young man remains committed to supporting his companions.

When his companion entered the rank of commander.

Young people, as employees, have a perfect plan.

The commander's companion did not heed the advice, greed entered, his enemies died tragically. At a time when the battle situation was at stake, it was this young man who managed to reclaim his power and command in a perfect artistic manner. He was born in the hands of his strong enemies and took a sighing great victory for a hundred generations!

For victory, young men seduce their enemies personally.

He put himself in danger one time at a time, paying unknown amounts of sweat and hard work that no one knew.

After the epic victory, the young man did not blackmail his pride, but humbly supported the young son of his companion's best friend. For the sake of his companion's dying sentence, he abandoned the command position for his own commitment, willing to return behind the scenes, and give back to his companion's son a high-powered commander of the three armies. He continued to work hundred times harder for the sake of the big picture and victory, and remained faithful for his promise, regardless of what words were spoken by those who knew his supporters and strangers who had no knowledge of inner affairs.

All bitterness is for victory, for the dragon continent.

In his battle, Longteng has never failed.

Sometimes, however, many Xiaoxiao would be jealous of the young man, slandering him with bad words, insulting his reputation and even using all sorts of despicable means to create all sorts of appalling tragedies and blaming the young man.

Young people had to leave hard-won regiments and return to their homeland in disgrace, devastating the eyes of the world.

Without a young man's battlefield, many defeats and fewer wins. Under the repeated lure of strong enemies, the commander of honor like a rookie was easily defeated by the great army of the demonic abyss. The demon king immediately tore this cowardly commander of the three armies, the Longteng mainland coalition morale collapsed, defeated the defeat... At a time of despair, the young man who was still the white eye of the world, stood up, came to the battlefield like a god, led the defenseless SS, fought for eight days and eight nights, eventually reversed the war, and defeated the demon army before the battlefield.

A feat like this has been performed countless times in hundreds of years.

Young people became middle-aged.

But his heart.

But he never changed. His wisdom and his courage never changed!

The battle, confronted by the Dragon Teng mainland and the Abyss, has been evolving upward. When the Little Battlefield of Dragon Teng mainland and Abyss can no longer tolerate young people, he began to fight on more than six floors of the Sky Tower. In hundreds of years, he stepped into heaven, and led the Sky Tower army, killing hundreds of times. If the blood he has shed over the years is loaded, it may be able to accumulate into a large blood pool that can drown hundreds of people!

Fighting for the Dragon Teng mainland, he has always fought with blood and will always be the star of killing on the battlefield; for the sake of Tongtian Tower, a beautiful home, he also bathed with blood, madness and wisdom held by wisdom beads, to deter millions of heavenly powerful people.

He, is so powerful and so wise.

It's such a low profile.

It's so good.

But the reward he receives is always a disappointing, even disgraceful, little bit, as if he was born a beggar and could be sent off with anything at his disposal.

Forget about his loved ones and friends, it is because of him that the enemies who are frightened, those who have been slaughtered by the heavenly realm, feel equally unjust to him.

Why, a man so good and so hard-working, who didn't get what he deserved, instead, those despicable bastards who stole his battle results one at a time? One time he accidentally took what belonged to him... Finally, the Tower of Heaven could not tolerate this young man who loved his homeland and spilled all his hot blood on it. He was forced to seek refuge in hostile camps under the hunt of his family and friends, which did not benefit his comrades who had fought alongside him in the past...

When all the sights come back in time.

Yueyang was silent.

The crossing man never thought that the enemy in front of him had such a past.

“I'm the one from the East.” The middle-aged man laughed slightly at himself: “No matter how many things I've done, no matter what I've done, I don't get the consent of others, as if those were what I was supposed to do. My blood and sweat are like spring water, no, it's not even as valuable as a bite of water! Everything I've done has been in vain. It's all in vain! After all these years, I knew that I would never be able to go back to being who I was, but I just felt unfair. Yes, it was unfair! I don't want anything else, I just want a fair one, I just want what belongs to me, even if what belongs to me is gone, and I have to at least get that endorsement. ”

“…” Yueyang said silently.

“You think I'm lying to you? All the sights were fake?” The middle-aged man was strange about Yueyang's silence at this moment.

“It's true.” Yueyang shook his head gently: “Although I don't have the gift of six senses, I have a good battlefield intuition. The scene was real, and you didn't repeat the false scene. ”

“So you judge, do you think it makes sense for me to give all these years in exchange for such a result?” The middle-aged man looked at Yue Yang very lightly, no matter what Yue Yang said or whether it was fair or not, believing that he would no longer produce a slight wave of waves, because his heart had been broken long ago and he had long left him numb.

If you change your mind.

Yueyang felt that if he stood up so much, and lost so much blood, but ended up making others despise him so much, it would be strange not to jump up immediately and swing a knife to cut people! Marragobi, beaten to death, Commander of the Third Army, none of the beautiful girls, let others suspect, and the world's eyes, is there any reason for this?

Of course, Yueyang is not that great.

You want him to do the same?

Never!

It is Yueyang's hobby to hide in the world of treasure every day and enjoy sex and happiness. State affairs, fighting and killing and so on, go together.

If the Heavenly Legion hadn't burned home this time, almost didn't get the rear palace on fire, Yueyang really couldn't spare his heart to attract girls, the sex life couldn't live, this kid rushed back like a star fire... As for the sad life experience like the middle-aged literary, there is nothing left to say but strong sight of a man crossing his heart.

“It's a nice cup, you mean, you want me to give you a coffee table? Let it fill you with all kinds of cups?” If you cut him open, it's probably full of black Yueyang classmates. Such an opening almost didn't let the middle-aged literary man spray three pots of old blood.

“You!” the middle-aged literary man never thought that there were belly-black guys like Yueyang.

It's like treating someone else's life tragedy as a game of joy!

Why didn't Tian Lei chop a man like that?

Even if you have no sympathy, you can't believe you've landed a rock downhole? Is there any reason for this meow?

In the face of the anger of the middle-aged literary man, Yueyang classmate was very eggdeen. He sat on the stone, erected Erlang's leg. He took out the wine sweetheart from the storage space, tasted it, and looked at each other with enthusiasm, as if it was enough to wait for the other to perform various life tragedies again.

He almost didn't throw up blood in his mouth: “If you want to continue pretending to feel sorry for me, you don't have to. Whatever you say, I won't feel sorry for you. On the contrary, the worse you get, the more you suffer, the happier I will be! Because you're my enemy! The intruder, no, the traitor ‘Oriental’ of the Tower of Heaven, now begins to complain, you can say whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you say it for three days and three nights, just any word you say, I won't believe it! ”

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)