Fantasy: My Talent Can Add Points

The God Lord took a deep look at Chen Nan, then turned his gaze away, and began to talk about the rules of this competition between the two worlds.

His voice is not loud, but it is clear and accurate in everyone's ears.

"This time the competition between the two worlds, the rules are very simple."

As he said that, the Divine Master stretched out his hand to the void, and then a vortex appeared in the midair.

"This is the Minor World made by the deity. In this Minor World, the deity has made a level."

"When you enter the Minor World, if you can successfully pass the level within an hour, you can win and enter the next round."

The rules are simple, but it's the same as saying nothing.

Qin Huang frowned, and couldn't help asking: "God Lord, can you reveal some more content, is our 500 people fighting with the opponent's 500 people?"

"No." The Almighty didn't seem to want to explain further, and said, "You'll know when you go in.

Since the Almighty said so, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, so it was hard to say anything else.

As a result, everyone began to hostage China towards Minor World.

Zhou Qing stepped into the Minor World without any hesitation.

Just entering, Zhou Qing was stunned.

Back to Earth by himself?

Everything in front of you is a hospital.

And I was still a baby.

Looking at the doting eyes of a young man and woman in front of him, Zhou Qing sneered in his heart and said, "So it's Illusion Art."

The first hurdle for the divine master turned out to be a mental challenge.

Afterwards, Zhou Qing tried his luck, only to find that there was no movement.

"Since 567 is Illusion Art, just keep calm."

Zhou Qing pondered for a moment, then let things take their course.

In the first three years, Zhou Qing learned to walk, learned to speak, and knew his own name.

The name is still Zhou Qing.

In the past three years, Zhou Qing has been trying to practice Qi and recover his own skills all the time.

But everything is in vain, it seems that his cultivation in Qinggu Realm is like a dream.

In the fourth year, Zhou Qing found that her memory in the tongue world was constantly disappearing and weakening.

In the fifth year, Zhou Qing's memory in Qinggu Realm and the memory of the previous generation on Earth had completely disappeared.

At this moment, Zhou Qing really became a five-year-old child.

At the age of thirteen, Zhou Qing entered junior high school and also entered the rebellious period, starting a series of rebellious behaviors.

At the age of seventeen, Zhou Qing finished her second year of high school and began to regret her childish behavior in the previous two years, so she began to work hard.

Twenty-two years old, Zhou Qing graduated from university, but found that she couldn't find a job that satisfied her.

At the age of twenty-six, Zhou Qing saw that everyone around him got married, and his parents changed from taking him to visit relatives to taking him to meet blind dates.

After meeting more than a dozen girls, he felt that she was a little worse than the one in his heart every time.

At the age of twenty-eight, Zhou Qing met a girl who was similar to him.

They chatted one after another.

She said you were fine, and Zhou Qing replied that you were too.

Zhou Qing is still not sure whether he likes her or not, the parents of both parties have already arranged an engagement banquet.

A week before the wedding, Zhou Qinghe's friends went out for drinks.

He said he didn't want to get married, and my friend said that you just think too much, who didn't come here like this.

At twenty-nine, they finally got married.

The wedding was neither big nor small, and there were not too many friends.

The money I saved for several years to realize my dream was spent on this wedding.

Of course, members earn more money.

Zhou Qing kissed her lightly and whispered "I love you".

She froze for a moment and said I love you too.

He wasn't sure if she said it to him, any more than he wasn't sure if she said it to her.

Marriage is not as romantic as he imagined.

At the age of thirty, she became pregnant and quit her job to raise her baby at home.

He gradually gained some status in the company, and the dowry car before marriage became his exclusive possession.

But he still didn't dare to relax. Every time he worked overtime on the phone, there were grievances and complaints.

But he can't argue, who made her not his child.

At the age of thirty-one, the child landed on the ground.

I spent a hundred thousand before and after, but it doesn't matter.

He looked at his child, how he liked it.

As if, this is his present life.

When I got home, my daughter-in-law said that I would not work, and he thought about it for a long time and did not know that Na Wei would work tomorrow.

The car that he drove for three years became his real home.

He is not complaining about the heavy traffic on the road.

He even began to wish for a little more time.

He lit a cigarette in the car, which was the happiest five minutes of his day.

In front of the car is fame and fortune, and in the back is firewood, rice, oil and salt.

At the age of thirty-five, because his health is getting worse and worse, he works less and less overtime, and his promotion speed is getting slower and slower.

After get off work that day, his wife told him that the child was going to kindergarten, and Pisces paid 3,000 a month.

He frowned, already impatient over there.

She said that the upstairs neighbor's child is 6,000 a month, you are already like this, do you want the child to lose too?

He gave the money without saying a word. (bfea) He was going to use the money for his birthday and to buy a new computer.

Thirty-eight years old, the child is in the first grade.

The teacher said that the first grade is the most critical, and it is very important to lay a good foundation.

He smiled and said, yes, yes, teacher, take care of me.

The teacher who received the freshmen looked at his unreasonable face and said that the extracurricular tutoring class was two thousand two thousand a month.

Gritting his teeth, he signed up for the child.

Forty-six years old, the child went to a good high school.

One day, he got a call from his teacher saying that his kids had gotten into a fight at school.

He hesitated, and asked for a vacation with the leader who was five years younger than himself.

When I arrived at school, I was scolded by the teacher again.

It's nothing more than that sentence, as parents, you know how to work and whether you can accompany your children.

He looked at the teacher as a bit ridiculous, as if the teacher was not the one who said that the parents worked hard to earn more money and let the children make up extra lessons.

At the age of fifty, the child went to college, and he was very competitive, but he couldn't understand the child's concept.

He only knows that jobs are not necessarily easy to find, and tuition fees are still expensive.

He wanted to chat with Late Night, so he prepared half a catty of white wine and a daily dish of peanuts.

He said the things he hated the most in the past, he still had to think about his future work, pick a hot one, living is more important than loving.

They went from communicating to bickering.

He found that he was old.

Too old to beat this eighteen-year-old kid.

He can't talk about the child, he can only say that I am your father.

The child looked at him and stopped talking.

The wine game that determined his final majesty broke up unhappy.

He vaguely heard the child say something on the way back to his room, I don't want to live like you.

Why are you crying? Fifty years old.

The wine must be too spicy, yes, the wine must be too spicy.

Fifty-five years old, the child has worked, and seems to understand him a little bit.

But he turned around and said that you should not compromise.

At the age of fifty-six, the child is also married.

He asked the child, do you like that girl?

The child froze and said he liked it.

Sixty years old, I have worked hard all my life, and I want to go out for a walk.

Thirty years have passed since the person next to him, and he still can't tell whether he likes it or not.

He began to plan the island vacation he wanted to go a long time ago. They still have differences and quarrels after so many years.

For a moment, he felt that this was actually quite good.

Everything was ready, and the child said that my parents and I were too busy with work to go.

Seventy-five years old, he was in a hospital bed surrounded by people.

He dazedly saw the doctor shaking his head.

The people around looked solemn.

He understood that he was going to die, and he felt no fear.

He suddenly asked himself, when did he die?

He remembered the wedding at the age of twenty-nine.

The grandson pulled him aside and said, Grandpa, don't die.

He smiled. At this moment, his expression was normal, all the wrinkles on his body disappeared, and his black hair was calm and automatic.

"I am the King Realm, how could Long Live die?"

At this moment, everything around him disappeared like a dream.

The next moment, Zhou Qing appeared outside the Temple of the Gods.

It's still the same position, and it's still the same group of people.

However, among the thousand people present, only I opened my eyes.

Zhou Qing's Dao heart has long been extremely firm.

Lived a life of seventy-five years.

Even if the memory is lost, there is still a thought in Zhou Qing's heart that has never disappeared.

"I am Zhou Qing, I want to live forever.".