At that moment, they clearly realized one thing: Old Man Chen must be in this world.
Regardless of the actual physical condition of the old guy, whether he can no longer do anything, the very fact of "his presence and his presence" is extremely precious and important.
Only in this way, Qingzi, as the most reliable peak combat power of mankind, will not feel confused, lonely and helpless at any of the most desperate moments, and people like them will not be in any kind of desperate situation. In front of him was true and complete despair.
As long as there is Chen Buxung in the world and a red-cutting knife that has not been used yet, mankind has not completely lost this war of destiny.
This belief has been unknowingly engraved into the consciousness of almost all the ancestors and senior officials of Weilan in the past thirty years, when he was invincible and fought endlessly.
Therefore, whenever human beings have something big, difficult, or dangerous, like the sky is about to fall, the first person they think of and look at will be him.
To this day, nothing has changed, it is still him.
It's just that this time, when they were expecting and praying like this in the past, Xu Xiaohong had to tell them all that he was really getting old after all. "The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry" is a very Chinese word. He tried Try your best to translate and explain to them.
Just like these predecessors, almost all the powerful new people who have truly come to the forefront of human resistance in this new era have been profoundly affected by the old man and his historical myths.
Blue Star now has these billions, and it was not until the era of open war that ordinary humans gradually began to know the truth about resistance and the full history of resistance. Perhaps because of the continuous victories and glory in the past few years, they thought that humans had really appeared a genius who could replace him. and newcomers.
However, the actual situation is that every newcomer who truly steps into the top ranks of the world of human origin martial arts will never have such a misunderstanding.
They will only be more shocked by his appearance and existence because they know and understand more.
For this reason, I am glad to have him.
"Looking back now, I was happiest when I was a talented newcomer."
Han Qingyu suddenly spoke, with a rare reminiscing, emotional tone and a long sigh, which restored the movement in the cabin, and then a smile appeared.
"Those days when you can hide behind the old man are really good."
Amid the frolicking, Han Qingyu was half serious, half joking, holding the back of his head with both hands, and said another sentence.
Everyone thought he was right.
But, so what?
When the huge boulder finally falls, the young people can no longer bear it. Will they look at the old man who once held up the ceiling?
But he was already dying.
…………
In the north of China, a non-blue military base. A gentle mountain peak in the vast pasture. At the foot of the hillside, there is a house similar to an ordinary herdsman's house.
Chen Buxu sat cross-legged on a square wooden table, with a smooth wooden wall behind him.
"It feels like something is missing." Xu Xiaohong, who had just returned from Weilan Headquarters, looked tired. She looked up at the wall behind him and said, "I should write a couplet and paste it on it. The smoke and fire are roasting, and I am invincible in the world. Otherwise, I won't be able to do it." formal."
A pair of eyes moved all over Chen Buxu's body, staring at him and glaring at him.
Xu Xiaohong pretended not to see it at all, but still lit the incense in her hand and put it in carefully.
Incense curls up.
The incense is rising in millions of households in Huaxian Asia.
Thousands of households around the world are filled with incense.
But don't worry, this won't make Chen Buh hungry.
Because the thinking of Han Qingyu and others is actually wrong in one detail. Old Chen is not dying now, but has stopped breathing at all.
He stopped breathing and had been for some time.
Because only in this way can he continue to "live" himself.
Everyone in the world knows the importance of breathing, knowing that it nourishes the body and vitality, but they don’t know that it is actually a slow deprivation of life.
"Hey, according to this logic, Weilan no longer protects you! After all, the slogan says, for everything that is breathing... but you are no longer breathing."
As if she suddenly made a major discovery, Xu Xiaohong became happy after saying this, then slowly walked to a chair not far from the table, sat down, and began to drink tea slowly.
After one sip, two sips, Xu Xiaohong swallowed her tea, raised her head, and looked at him again, "But you still want to protect them, right?"
"The last time?"
At this moment, the chief of staff's eyes were uncontrollable and began to turn slightly red.
Because it had been too long since he was used to being so pretentious, he tried very hard to hide it.
Chen Wufu himself, on the other hand, did not feel any sadness or emotion at all. He could not move his body or his mouth, so he continued to stare at his old friend with his eyes.
"I know what you want to ask." Xu Xiaohong paused and said, "Yes, the situation is not developing well. At least the Putar clearly led the fleet to the direction of the moon."
Chen Buxian's eyes moved up and down, as if to indicate that he understood, and then continued to stare at Xu Xiaohong.
"Are you going to ask those boys Han Qingyu and Wen Jifei? Yes, they still have to go. They should have set off by now. The information reported below said that Qingzi's Yanxi has not recovered yet, but time has passed. Wait for him."
Xu Xiaohong lowered her head and took another sip of tea.
Looking up again, he found that Chen Buxian still maintained the same posture as before, looking straight at him.
He thought for a while, and then said in a higher tone, "I'll go, you're not so shameless. I want to ask why they didn't come to see you when they came back this time, right?"
Chen Buxian's eyes moved up and down, saying, "Yes, that's it." He was really so shameless.
Xu Xiaohong laughed loudly and stopped laughing after a while.
"They won't come. They don't want to come, and they don't dare to come. They don't want to come because they are afraid that if you come, you will struggle to get up and go together. They don't dare to come because they are afraid that if you come, you will really struggle to crawl. Don’t get up. They will still be afraid.”
This passage is very difficult to pronounce, and Chen Buxian may not be able to understand it all.
But it doesn't matter, Xu Xiaohong just needs to understand it, because in fact, he himself is not so afraid? The only difference is that he has no choice but to come back, and at the same time, he knows that things will only have one outcome.
No longer looking into Chen Bu's hungry eyes, or caring if he wanted to ask anything else, Xu Xiaohong sat alone for a while, then suddenly got up and went out without knowing what she thought of.
After a while, he came back carrying a long wooden pole.
Walking to Chen Buxu's incense table, he held the lower end of the wooden pole with both hands and began to poke upwards.
The roof was soon pierced by him.
"Push, rustle..." Grass poles and dust fell all over the house, as well as Chen Buxian's head and shoulders.
Xu Xiaohong coughed, gave him a few random tugs, and ran out covering her mouth and nose.
He waited until the dust had settled before appearing at the door again.
Holding on to the door frame, he looked at Chen Buhung, and then at the bright starry sky above his head.
(End of chapter)
