One Man’s Power

"but!"

"Sons and daughters of the Chinese nation, who wants to be slaughtered like pigs and sheep... Defend the Yellow River, North China, and the whole of China... The wind is roaring, the horses are screaming, and the Yellow River is roaring!"

In a small secret room, a god of disaster was imprisoned. Tang Hong opened his arms and sang a Yellow River chorus for him with a full range of voices.

This is the fighting spirit of the sons and daughters of China and the eulogy of resisting foreign enemies.

certainly.

Tang Hong chose this song, partly because of the Yellow River Organization.

Since embarking on this road...

Well, to be exact, Fang Nanxun fooled me in, threatening and luring Tang Hong, so why did he give me a car?

In that year, people were still pure, their hearts were still immature, and they also liked Porsche, Ferrari, Lamborghini and even Bugatti Veyron, but Fang Nanxun only took out an Audi. Today, Tang Hong is standing on the level of Fang Nanxun, and he will never find it again. The youthful appearance of the past, he can no longer experience the excitement of driving a supercar and reaching the pinnacle of life.

It's like a man who loves beauty has struggled for most of his life, and finally he is surrounded by beauties, Yingying Yanyan, all kinds of styles, all kinds of styles, but he already has a higher pursuit of life.

It's okay to draw a gun and fight, but such a battle has become boring.

Regret is regret.

But Tang Hong deeply understands that the Yellow River Organization is in his growth stage, sheltering from the wind and rain, and paving the road. The road is smooth and smooth, which is unbelievably smooth, without worries, and without disputes over resources.

Extraordinary style dictates that.

More reasons are the silent efforts of the Yellow River Organization. There are countless expectations on him, and he stands in the center of the stage, but before that, the Yellow River Organization helped him lay the foundation for the audience, pushing Tang Hong forward step by step, sweeping away all interference, just move forward, don't worry about other things .

"so."

Tang Hong was puzzled as he stared at the motionless colorful feathers.

"It's not enough to sing the Yellow River for you!"

"Another hymn of human courage!" Tang Hong adjusted his voice type and replaced it with a deep, thick and grand magnetic voice.

Every syllable, cadence and setback, comes from the heart.

Impassioned to the extreme, Tang Hong's extraordinary voice hit the wall of the secret room, faintly echoing.

"Arise, you who will not be slaves..."

"The Chinese nation has arrived, the most dangerous time..."

"Get up, get up, get up!" Tang Hong sang the last sentence, his blood was surging, and he wished he could climb onto the silver round platform alone, break into the suppression area, grab the disaster god and beat him to death: "Go forward, go forward, go forward! !"

In the end, he still didn't go up, and Tang Hong let out a long breath to face a disaster god that required a holy level of combat power.

"Two songs."

"This song should only exist in the sky, how many times can we hear it in the world."

"The man listens to silence, the woman listens to tears... I have tears in my eyes, and you are worth it alone."

Still not, Tang Hong didn't believe it anymore, it was fine to sing to the servants of the gods, and there was one person who was worthy of harvest, but it was not enough to sing to the envoys of the gods.

Can God's envoy not understand human speech?

It seems to be the same, as Dr. Sang said just now, this disaster god's remnant body does not have thinking wisdom.

But perseverance and not giving up is a traditional virtue.

How about giving up halfway.

In the small secret room, the singing was loud and clear, the five-color feathers on the silver round platform did not move, and the five large divine power colliders were operating at full capacity. Tang Hong chose the song "Borrowing from the Sky for Another Five Hundred Years".

"Look at the iron hoofs upright, and walk all over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains~"

"May the world of fireworks be peaceful and happy~"

"Being a man is daring, and being a man is not afraid of hardships and dangers. The pride remains unchanged. Year after year, I really want to live another five hundred years. I really...me." Tang Hong was suddenly stunned while singing.

If possible, we Chaofan really want to live another five hundred years, at least until the day when we see the hope of victory appear.

But our life span is capped at fifty.

The theoretical lifespan of becoming a saint is at most fifty-five.

We don't live long, we don't live long, and our lifespan is shorter than normal.

Even if a meteor passes away in a flash, it vows to light up the night. But who cares about the inconspicuous meteor that streaks across the sky and disappears into the distance.

'Whether the extraordinary is public. '

'I agree. '

Tang Hong sang the whole song while thinking.

[Ding dong! 】

[For the first time to experience the emotional fluctuations caused by a person, the value of each person will be increased by ten]

A stream of information appeared on the system interface. Tang Hong tilted his head, secretly surprised: "Is my singing causing his mood swings, or am I sentimental? This has never happened before."

"try again."

"Let the doctor wait outside for a while."

...

Tang Hong: "***??, ***??!"

[Ding dong! 】

[For the first time to experience a person scolding an angel, the value of each person will be increased by 2]

...

Tang Hong: "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, and harmony. Freedom, equality, justice, and the rule of law. Patriotism, dedication, integrity, and friendliness."

[Ding dong! 】

[For the first time to experience one person's educational angel, one person's value will increase by two]

In fact.

Dr. Sang led Tang Hong into the golden secret room, mainly to test Tang Hong's resistance to divine breath.

You must know that the raw material of the ultimate fetish is part of the divine body of the disaster god, not the divine skeleton, but the divine body!

Therefore, it is necessary to measure the data, tailor the configuration, the resistance of the divine power, the amount of damage, these are the necessary preparations before making the ultimate god.

It's complicated, but it's simple. Dr. Sang estimated that half an hour would be enough... He never expected that it took Tang Hong an hour to open the door, his face was rosy and he looked happy.

'The spring breeze is proud! '

Dr. Sang was also stunned.

It was the first time in my life that I met such a strange transcendent.

Walking into the secret room in two or three steps, he took a closer look at the remnant body of the god of disaster imprisoned by the silver round platform, then turned his head, and looked Tang Hong up and down. Dr. Sang felt that the world view was shaky: "Jiang Lulu is already crazy about eating gods."

"you you……"

Dr. Sang really wanted to ask, Tang Hong, what did you do to him.

look at it

The ever-floating feathers,

At this time, it quietly landed on the surface of the round platform.

It was as if he had been tortured and abused insanely.

"Don't look at me, it's not me." Tang Hong opened his eyes innocently: "I didn't do anything, just sing, dance and so on."

"I believe you."

Dr. Sang sighed quietly, very relieved, he just likes Tang Hong, who is obviously crazy and unaware.

Because... we are the same kind of people.

That night.

Tang Hongmei happily checked the stock of one person's value.

With a bang, the door slammed open, and a golden shadow rushed forward.

"Jiang Lulu!"

Tang Hong soared into the air, lying in mid-air, leaning on his chin and looking at her: "Your hair...how did it turn black."

Haw, chirp, Jiang Lulu, who plunged headlong into the bed but missed, raised her chin.

"Mom said it!"

"Children can't dye their hair! Girls still look best with black hair." Jiang Lulu followed Liu Sheng from the Yunhai Division, back to the Imperial Capital Division, and back to the Central Research Institute.

Tang Hong listened to Jiang Lulu's complaint: "Your mother said that hair dyeing is not good and then dyed your hair black. It seems that something is not right."

"Yes, no (≧▽≦)/~"

Jiang Lulu sat up, with a smug face, as if she was pointing Jiangshan: "Nong knows, God is really delicious!"