Galactic Dark Net

In the evening, Han Lang left the hospital, made a subway back to the city, and got off at the bustling commercial district where there was a battle. He and Chen Zhong and the monks made an appointment here. Today is the top seven of the seven superpowers. In the days, people will hold commemorative events here.

There were a lot of people getting off the bus. Han wave slowly walked out of the station with the crowd, and was suddenly shocked by the scene on the street.

At this time, the sky is still not completely dark. Many people have already lit candles. White candles are placed at the door of the store, in the window, on the sides of the street and next to the flower beds in the center, placed in front of the window of the high-rise building. On the roof of every building.

The night is slowly coming, everyone seems to have been negotiating well, there is no light, and some are just a faint but full of nostalgic candlelight.

This night, the whole city was lit by candles, and many children were carrying lanterns. The lanterns were also white candles. As the lanterns swayed, the faint candlelight flickered.

The young mother led her daughter to walk past Han Lang. The girl was small and carrying a lantern lantern. The candle in the lantern was also small.

"Mom, what is the superpower?" asked the girl in the milk.

"It's a very powerful group of fighters." Mother and Yan Yue color.

"What is the warrior doing?" the girl asked again.

"Warriors will fight to protect our planet and people on earth."

The little girl thought for a moment, "Would they protect me?"

"Will do."

“Do you protect your mother?”

"Will do."

"Is it going to protect Grandpa?"

"Will do."

“Is it protective?”

"Yes, super powers will protect our family, as well as children in the kindergarten, the uncles and aunts on the street will protect." The mother tried to explain to the ignorant little girl.

Oh~

The little girl seems to understand something, focus on the head, and be happy: "I understand, super power is a good person!"

Han Lang smiled slightly and passed by the cute little girl.

Once upon a time, people’s impressions of superpowers are not like today. In the news, there are always superpowers who are deceiving people and even reporting illegally.

But now, everyone has understood that no matter who is superpower or ordinary people, there are many bad people among them, and there are more good people.

This world has always been like this. Good people are always obscured before they stand out, just like Pang Zuolin, who is holding a bronze cow from the sky, and sacrifices himself to destroy the warships of the predators and save the civilians.

Nowadays, Pang Zuolin is already a hero. He is called the Tongniu Warrior. The sentence he shouted before his death, "The earth is weak again, that is my home!" Nowadays, it is known to all ages that the classic slogan of the year is none other than it.

However, before Pang Zuolin became a hero, he was just an unknown physical education teacher. He never showed off his identity as a superpower, and his days passed.

Real heroes only stand out when the world needs it, and in normal times, they are always unknown.

As the witness of the battle, Han Lang saw with his own eyes how those superpowers who did not usually show their dews went to the battlefield. In one minute, more than forty superpowers gathered on the battlefield. In less than two hundred superpowers arrived in the minute, they are not military, but when the disaster occurs, their assembly speed is even faster than the army! More righteousness!

The city is dark tonight, but it is full of hope in this darkness.

More and more people, even the faint candlelight, can still illuminate the darkness.

Han Lang stopped in front of the window of a shop. The huge screen is broadcasting live mourning activities around the world. From Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, these East Asian cities, where the night falls, where to light the candle that represents hope.

Seoul, Taipei, Vladivostok, Tokyo, candlelight across the distant Pacific Ocean, to the Americas, and then across the Americas from the Americas to Europe, this night, the world sleepless.

Han Lang felt that there was someone behind him. Looking back, it was a monk and a morning. The morning weight did not know when to shave a small donkey and changed it into a bald head. The monk carried a huge travel bag and the two bald heads stood together. At first glance, it is like a big monk and a little monk.

"Your hair..." Han Lang asked, slightly frowning.

In the morning, he touched the bare head of his head and said with a smile: "It’s going to take me more than an hour to take care of the little scorpions every day. It’s better to have a few cubits than that."

"What about your headphones?"

"threw."

"What about baseball shirts?"

"I said how you are so troubled?" The morning shook his body fatly: "Tell this to you, I will retreat after seeing you both tonight, concentrate on fattening and cultivation, and prepare for stress. In the second phase of the test, you don't have to call me. I threw the phone."

The monk shrugged. "This is a coincidence. I want to tell you. I am going back to the mountain tonight to reunite. I am coming to say goodbye to you. The first stage of the stress test is not my strength. My strength is fighting. Technology, so I have to strengthen myself during this time."

Han Lang nodded slightly. It was not only one person who changed by the battle. The monk and the morning weight also changed harder than in the past.

"It’s really good." Han Lang thought for a moment and said: "In the past, when I didn't know that I had super powers, I always thought, anyway, there is a tall top in the sky, what does it have to do with me? Now I am Only suddenly realized that he was the tall man. If the sky really collapsed, I would also try to top it."

"Actually, I am also coming to say goodbye to you. I will go to the ruins of the Authority the day after tomorrow. They have found a place for me to practice. I am going there to retreat."

Chen Zhong did not say anything. Next year is the day when the Galaxy Conference is held. The Earth may become a colony of others. Even if you can fortunately pass through the Galaxy Conference, there are more enemies like the looters outside, and you will be eyeing the Earth.

This is the era of the universe, and it is also a cruel era of the jungle. The superpowers on the planet, as the only group of fighters on this planet, are under great pressure.

The monk shrugged his shoulders: "The Heritage Authority? Chuli and Li Muyun also want to recruit you to the branch."

Han Langdao: "What went early, but I heard that a large number of superpowers are actively applying to join the Authority and other combat organizations, and the branch office should not be short of talent."

The morning focused on nodding. "That's not. In the past, there was Clarke in the past. What do superpowers want to do? It doesn't happen now. Clark doesn't have to top us. If the stress test fails, I will go directly to the Army Department."

The voice just fell, and the morning heavy watch suddenly rang.

Chen Zhong placed his backpack behind him on the ground, and took out a piece of ham with a weight of two kilograms, which was very rich and fat, opened his mouth and licked his mouth, and swallowed his belly.

When I saw Han Lang and the monk looked at myself, Chen Zhong threw a photo to them. I saw that there was a teenager in the photo, handsome and handsome, and well-proportioned, except for the elaborate braids on the head. This is how the morning is going.

Sitting on the ground in the morning, I put a huge ham into my stomach, drank two waters, and continued to lick the second one. Han Lang saw that the neck of the morning was already congested, and seemed to spit it out at any time, but still I kept swallowing the ham.

"I want to eat."

"Desperately want to eat."

"Whoever made me a superpower in the transformation system? Without fat, there is no fighting power. Without fighting power, I can't protect anyone."

"I would rather eat a pig than to see what happened that day."

"If you want to laugh, I will laugh, I don't care."

Han Lang and the monk certainly don’t laugh at him and only respect him.

For others, food is enjoyment. For the morning weight, food is painful!

This **** world has forced the former teenager to become the present.

Han Lang sighed softly, looking up at the endless candlelight in the distance, and the people who silently prayed under the candlelight.

This night is so beautiful.

This pressure is so heavy.

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