In addition, Xiao An had never been drunk much in his previous life, but today he was drunk. Recommended: Rushuiyi, the master’s new work: "The War of Spy" http://www./0_1/

I drank the grain wine, a specialty of this town. After getting drunk, I was confused. I found a haystack to lie down, and from night to day...

It seems like I returned to the time when I was a prophet in Yang Village in Qingqing Grassland. Now that I think about it, that period was also very good, at least I didn’t have much trouble.

People will grow up because as people continue to grow, the amount of information they receive gradually increases, and the way they process information is more comprehensive.

Xiao An regretted it a little, why should he be curious?

If he was ignorant, like playing a role-playing game, there wouldn't be so much entanglement and pain.

perhaps……

However, no matter which god it is, it cannot reverse the flow of the long river of time.

All this has happened, both a pair of hands pushing him, and a struggle he wants to jump out of the river...

What can he do until now?

What can he say?

Who should I complain to? Even if I talk to someone for a while? He has no friends, no!

"I'm just a waste! Waste!"

He shouted at the gloomy sky, not knowing who he was calling to.

In the hotel room, next to the window, the small figure stood there, staring at Xiao An in the distance. She bit her lip, but didn't do anything more.

She just told Xiao An something that Xiao An thought of but didn't want to admit.

‘The reason is actually very simple. Because of the existence of the Angel Temple, the Primitive Temple of Light has developed to an unbalanced level that the God King Yuan Temple has become unbalanced.’

‘The existences of the Primitive Temple of Light attach great importance to this high-level plane, but they are also blocked outside by the twilight of the gods, which is also our last chance.’

‘Before the dusk of Ragnarok is broken, we must clear this plane to the point where there is no moment of the power of faith. Otherwise, the original temple of Light will inevitably launch a god war around it. At that time, it will not be one plane, but a hundred and ten...’

This reason is impossible for Xiao An to refute.

He wanted a righteousness to destroy the world, and Wendy Maya gave him a righteousness.

Compared with the two, destroying this world that has lost balance can save other planes.

If we just look at it from this perspective... to give the simplest example, letting a billion intelligent life die is of course better than letting a hundred billion or hundreds of billion lives die...

But……

"I'm so dissatisfied! I'm not convinced! Ah!"

Xiao An suddenly shouted like a drunken cry, frightened in the corner below the haystack, a young man and woman who were about to hug each other quickly ran away.

If I had known this was the case, it would have been better to be a devil.

Depend on!

Doing bad things can help other worlds avoid war. How great is it, you are happy and you don’t have to suffer so much!

"If this continues, I'm so crazy!"

"Young man...young man..."

A shout came from under the haystack. Xiao An sat up, burped, and looked down in a daze.

It was an old man, hunched over and his hands behind his back, shouting with some concern: "Young man, don't give up on yourself because of a little love and love. Uncle, I am a veteran, and everything will go through. But don't burn haystacks anymore. This is the feed for feeding horses and cows in winter."

Burn haystacks?

What is this and what?

Xiao An grabbed the bottle at hand and poured it into his mouth, but after pouring it twice, he didn't pour out any drops of wine. He threw the bottle out with a little helplessness.

Table Tennis!

Fortunately, the old man was agile and raised his hand and legs and dodged to the side. The bottle of wine fell down against his shoulders and exploded at his feet.

The old man cursed: "How come you are not jealous!"

"Himmer," Xiao An smiled foolishly, spread his arms and lay down again.

The old man jumped and cursed a few times, sighed again, walked away with his hands behind his back, and soon came back again.

The old man was kind-hearted, and first swept the debris of the wine bottle on the ground to the side of the road with a broom. Seeing that Xiao An was still lying on it, he shouted again: "Boy? Where is your home? Why haven't you seen you before?"

"Who, who?" Xiao An sat up staggeringly, then smiled foolishly, "Oh, it's you again, uncle."

The old man sighed helplessly and waved to Xiao An, "Come down, boy, come down and talk to you."

Xiao An rubbed his eyelids. In a trance, he seemed to be back in college and threw wine bottles down the dormitory on the second floor. Wasn't it just that the dormitory manager called him like this?

That is, how did you change the uniform of the dormitory manager?

When did this kind of clothing become popular? I even tied a strip of cloth to the outside?

"Uncle, you have changed your hairstyle. This little braid is tied, and it has personality."

"You bastard! I did this hairstyle forty years ago!"

"Himmer!" Xiao An burped and looked for the dormitory door and stairs next to him. After searching for a long time, he simply jumped out of the "window" and sat down on the ground.

Xiao An was confused with drunken eyes, looked at the old man and quickly laughed: "Uncle, you misunderstood. I didn't throw the wine bottle just now, but I ran to my dormitory in another dormitory... I burp, it was done by the dormitory next door anyway."

The old man looked confused, but seemed to remember something again, and said with a smile, "Who threw it away?"

"A black shadow, whoosh," Xiao An gestured meaninglessly with his hands, his face full of seriousness, "Just flashed over like this. I think this must be the intentional frame-up of other dormitories, hoping to get rid of a strong competitor in the next selection of civilized boy dormitories."

What is this and what!

The old man was a little messy, but seeing Xiao An looked, he felt mixed emotions. He smiled and said, "Do you want to drink?"

"I want it! Alas, I want it!" Xiao An swallowed with a red face.

"Sit here, uncle will bring you wine."

Xiao An sat honestly on the stone beside the haystack like a primary school student, and took out a sharp long sword. After looking at it, he suddenly felt that the cold-fin sword was not majestic without a scabbard, so he put it away.

He grabbed the broom left by the old man, sat majestic on the small stone, raised his head with a righteous look on his face.

Perhaps, all the guys who grew up watching martial arts movies have a complex of walking around the world with a sword in their dreams.

"What is this guy doing?" Wendy Maya frowned, put on her cloak, and her figure slowly disappeared from the window...

Of course, she had no way to use any power now, just a mortal body.

Wendy Maya left the door and walked out of the hotel, wanting to bring Xiao An back. If Xiao An was drunk, he would use the power of the undead holy demon, the town would be destroyed in an instant, and the light clan will inevitably be noticed by the Light Clan.

But she was about to walk towards Xiao An, but the old man came back with a bottle of wine, and sat next to Xiao An and continued to "fill Xiao An" with wine.

Wendy Maya rolled her eyes, Is this a little drunkard meeting an old drunkard?

She looked at the nearby environment and walked to a tea shop on the side of the road. Not far from Xiao An. She could hear what she said while sitting here.

Xiao An: "What kind of wine is this? Why is it so sweet?"

A certain uncle: "This alcohol has great momentum. If you don't drink it, give it to me."

"Hey, nothing else, it's rare that you are having fun with the students like this. Drink, I fuck you at will... Hiccup, you are really casual. Uncle, you are not suitable for raising fish in a blatant way?"

"Food fish? Oh, you mean I have a lot left, okay, I'll drink it too."

Wendy Maya held her forehead with one hand. Did she hear that this is the cultural fusion of the two worlds?

“Guests do you need something?”

The owner of the tea shop came over and asked with a smile. She was wearing a simple long dress, but it was very clean.

"A cup of tea, some snacks," Wendy Maya's little hand stretched out in her cloak and placed it aside a few silver coins.

The boss lady happily put away the silver coins and walked in and became busy.

Over there, Xiao An had already hanged his arms around the old man, and was drinking one drink after another, which should be a drink similar to honey water.

"Oh, Mr. Rock is thinking of his son again," the boss lady who came over with tea and snacks sighed softly.

"What's wrong with this old man's son?" Wendy Maya asked.

"He dedicated his precious and young life to the light. He is the hero of our town." The boss sighed softly, "His son insisted on dedicating to the light, but Lao Locke was not allowed. His son finally got drunk and made a big fuss, burned his haystack, left home and joined the army of the Light Clan."

"Then?"

"Some time ago, Xiao Locke's medal returned to the town," the boss's wife looked a little dim. "The man-eating demon appeared in the north. The legion where Xiao Locke was located went to fight. Although the battle was won, Xiao Locke... Look at this, Lao Locke remembered his son again."

The man-eating demon...the undead, is it?

Those undead were also made by Xiao An, who knew about it. Xiao An asked Ivy to throw the Lich King to the Holy Continent...

Wendy Maya reached out her two little hands, held the teacup and drank it, and did not listen to the noise of the two old and young people over there.

Xiao An felt in a daze that he had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the most decadent days of his college, skipping classes to play games, chasing anime, and secretly watching comic exhibitions with sunglasses.

But strangely, there was only one old man in the dormitory in the dream, and this man was particularly easy-going and even drank with him.

"ah……"
To be continued...