Qizi

When the red hair at the base came to see Ling Xiao, the expression on his face immediately became very weird. He tried to endure it. After a moment, he couldn't help but turn his face away, but Rao was still uncomfortable. Finally, he wanted to cover his head in the back of the ice, so that Ling Xiao could not see his face.

The hail was okay, and it was infected by the red hair, and it was not secretly picked up.

Ling Xiao finally couldn't stand it anymore. "I want to laugh and laugh! Don't make a mistake!"

“Hey, hahahaha—” The red hair burst out with a burst of laughter at once, and it seemed unsatisfactory to laugh like this on the second day of the country’s crisis, but he really couldn’t control himself.

Under the influence of his laughter, other people present on the scene also have different expressions. The gentle people like Nie Yun are still converging. Fuxi and Feijing are almost gloating.

Ling Xiao knows that it will become like this. He has been hypnotizing himself. People who have seen the world for thousands of years don’t have a general knowledge of them. However, after seeing the red hair laughing and tears coming out, there is still an impulse to kill him. .

The red hair smiled and the whole person couldn't stand it on the shoulders of the ice. It was obviously a repressed and heavy historical truth, but once something happened, the tragedy was a comedy effect.

"The saying goes," Red Mao finally did not smile. "The original founding marshal was the first hurricane. When we were in the Griffin, we went to the museum to see you."

"Don't just use this word to look at it?" Ling ignored him.

"The news spreads faster than I thought. Now everyone should know about it." Nie Yun still has worries. "I don't know how the people react."

Fuxi's subordinates quickly brought first-hand intelligence.

"Reporting marshals and adjutants, there are good news and...hey, ordinary news."

"Before speaking important."

“There are a lot of people who have signed up to apply for membership in the military and want to work for the country.”

"This is good news," Fuxi agreed. "What about the ordinary news?"

"The people who did not sign up for the army are now rushing to shop..."

"Shopping?" Fuxi was very inexplicable, and then I thought, "Because of the war, is it hoarding supplies?"

"No," the subordinate wiped the sweat on his forehead. "After the news was sent out, a large number of people poured into the history museum to buy the stone, and the number is increasing. The museum door is now crowded, the curator... Please ask your opinion if you can send troops to maintain order."

Public: "..."

"The base is busy rebuilding, and there is a hand, let him solve it." Fuxi refused to politely, and the subordinate answered "Yes" and hurriedly walked away to pass the words of Fuxi.

"Yesterday's National Day, today's Valentine's Day?" Redmao regretted not having to grab a piece earlier. "Unconsciously, you are actually raising an industry."

Ling Xiao was wronged. "But I didn't get a penny."

"At least you promoted national consumption." Fu Xilian's words of praise sounded like ridicule.

The group walked outside the main hall, and the red hair walked and asked, "Ling Wei, will you continue to jump back to the time later when you come back?"

"I don't know, at least I don't have the feeling of disappearing now," Ling Xiao answered very honestly. "But I hope to reach it. I have no concerns. It is good to see what the future looks like."

The hurricane stunned him and did not say anything.

"Hey," Ling said, no one else noticed him and whispered to him, "What if I cross it again?"

"Then I will give you a stone," the hurricane replied without thinking. "I am engraving one every year. You will dig it up and sell it every time you go. You will have a lot of money over time."

"This is good," Ling Xiao said with a second voice. "You can't forget it."

Reporters who are reporting on the post-war situation see them coming out and immediately catch up and ask the new marshal to say a few words to the public. Fuxi is looking at the camera and his eyes are blank.

"The day just passed is the darkest day in the history of the world. After that, I will pass on the audio-visual files of everyone, and I must have subverted everyone's cognition."

"But we are heavenly people, the masters of this land for four thousand years. We have the same thoughts, wisdom, and emotions as ordinary people. When we have all this, we are no longer a machine that is at the mercy of people. ""

"Loy, brave, fearless sacrifice, the character we have been given has become a deeply rooted part of the genes that have grown with us for thousands of years and will never disappear."

Behind him, people are in full swing repairing the most important buildings for the Tianshang people. On their faces, they can't see the destruction of their homes. Only the spirit of the future is full of fighting spirit.

"I believe that our compatriots will not be defeated by any difficulties. As long as our souls are still shining, our spirit will never be wiped out."

Fu Xiyang started, he was short, but his image was tall.

"No matter who created us, we will all become the masters of our own destiny. No matter who is going to destroy us, we all have the courage to fight it and never shrink back."

The cameraman couldn't help but throw away the equipment and applauded him. The reporter asked several people about the issues of concern, and then turned the microphone to Ling Xiao.

"As the only person in the world who has witnessed the history of four thousand years, what do you want to say?"

"This," Ling Xiao is very arrogant. He didn't know what to say before the camera. "My real thoughts have been expressed in the images uploaded before. I am glad to restore the truth of history through my own experience. ......"

He accidentally swept to the side of the hurricane, and suddenly his heart moved. "I also hope that our original state in the future can be correctly taught the meaning of adult rituals. When we reincarnate and become a new state, we can live without lies. I am looking forward to the day."

"So what about you?" After knowing that the hurricane was the reincarnation of the founding marshal, the reporter even used a respectful saying, "Do you want to say something about this world's deeds?"

Red Mao, they know that the hurricane is not good at words, and this time they are waiting to see his jokes. Ling Xiao is unbearable and volunteers to say to him:

"Are you not reporting after the war? Asking this private question is not good."

"Because the atmosphere is too depressed, I have to find some positive topics and give people confidence." The reporter replied confidently.

The hurricane of "inappropriate words" used to answer her was a small box that was quietly touched from the left chest pocket. The cameraman’s eyes were the sharpest and immediately gave him the same 360-degree things. Stereo close-up.

Ling Xiao suddenly became a little nervous. He whispered in a voice that no one else could hear. "Hey, live."

The hurricane reminded him of the inconvenience, but he still lifted the silver metal box to his eyes, and the thumb swiped and the lid opened.

The people around him took a breath of cold air, and even the reporters were excited and did not know how to proceed. The only language function on the scene was complete, and the person who jumped out and laughed was red hair.

"Hurricane, the style of the ring you picked is too outdated! This is the old model decades ago, you can find it!"

"Because this was bought the day before you left," the hurricane gently took out the long-outdated ring in the red-haired mouth. "That day is the anniversary of the first anniversary of our relationship. I wanted to go back in the same year." Yours...I would be fine if I could go back earlier."

Ling Xiao’s vision has been completely occupied by the little ring. He didn’t expect the hurricane to remember the days of their deeds, especially when they were not so happy with each other.

The live broadcast signal was transmitted to the TVs of various households via satellite. Under the witness of all the residents on the planet, the hurricane held up Ling Xiao’s hand and solemnly put the ring into his ring finger.

"After so many years, I can finally wear it for you."

Ling Xiao’s eyes want to cry, his mouth wants to laugh, he is stupid to look at his left hand, and the whole person feels like the dream is not true.

Even the red hair can not control the nose is sour.

"If you have a relationship, you will fall in love. When the house is finished, you will propose marriage. It is the pair of Samsung couples I know." He smeared his eyes. "I was wrong. I don't say that the hurricane is not good, the action. The lethality is really much stronger than the language."

Seeing the two guys stupidly standing still, he shouted, "Kiss one!"

The reporters who have never met each other are most happy. Under the shackles of everyone, Ling Xiao took the initiative to take a step forward. They didn't kiss each other, but they hugged them together, and the souls that were constantly exchanged in the world were finally inseparable.

In this day that should belong to the memory of sorrow and sorrow, happiness is turned into the smile of everyone's mouth, and it is passed infinitely, bringing the dawn after dawn to the planet that has just been hit hard. 2k novel reading network