Tingluo District gathers more than 2 million villains, poor people and wanderers...

As the residence of people under 50 comprehensive reviews, from a distance from the platform, dilapidated houses of varying heights cover the entire view, colorful LED lights and handmade wooden plaques hung from one end to the other, crowded people walking on the dirty streets, a typical old Hong Kong-style slum area.

Of course, Tingluo District is still a bit special. Although it is dirty, messy and backward and faces many dangers, it is extremely close to the defensive tower of Shangnan City. After nearly half a century of evolution, it has become the largest machinery trading and maintenance base in Shangnan City.

The installation pilots certified by the Battle Association can prepare here, and then start from the defensive tower to wipe out the foggy beasts.

For example, the aircraft whistling through the sky and the red-winged giant bat are examples. A counter-winged fighter was accidentally hit by the sound wave of the red-winged giant bat, pulled up a ray of black smoke and hit the protective cover, turning into a ball of gorgeous fire.

Death is also the norm here.

Lu Ze calmly walked through the streets and alleys in high school uniforms, and then appeared on the fourth floor of an old building. There was a broken road passing through the outside, and there were houses of large and small sizes side by side on the inside.

It was dark and wet here, and mice crawled through the corners of the wall, and the small advertisements on the wall were dimly lit.

Lu Ze stopped, smelled the slowly coming smell of motor oil, and looked at the shop ten meters away.

The signboard is a car door that was removed, with five words on it with rivets twisted nails.

【Glorious Machine Repair Store】!

Looking closely, there is a line of small words written in a charcoal pen below [selling breakfast, soy milk, tofu brain, fried dough sticks, wife cakes, sesame paste, sand tea noodles,...]

The surroundings are filled with neon lights that are exploding to the point of exploding, and from a distance they look like a hair salon than a hair salon.

However, there was no beauty on the platform at the door. Instead, an uncle with a sighing stubble and cigarette in his mouth. Under the overalls was covered with exposed tendons. He was squatting on the scrap iron rack and looking up at the building opposite 45 degrees. His melancholy eyes looked like a homesick horse.

People come and go around him, and he is dazzling and lonely.

Several charming women with their waists exposed walked past ten meters away. The uncle's eyes drifted for a moment, then he took a deep sip of cigarettes, brewing a certain kind of emotion.

"Tang Yingqi is here."

A gentle call sounded from his ears, but when he heard it in Tang Hui's ears, it seemed like a sudden burst of thunder.

"I didn't smoke!!"

With a shout, Tang Hui held the remaining half of the cigarette butt in his hand, and held his mouth and nose to breathe.

So the remaining smoke naturally spurted out from his ears...

"Yohe, is Lao Tang performing acrobatics?"

An old man next to him walked away happily with half a pound of fried dough sticks.

The thick smoke just now made half of Tang Hui's face red. He squatted at the door angrily, like a hairy crab that endured the high temperature.

Lu Zeshiran walked past Tang Hui, waved his hand friendly, and then walked towards the stairs next to him with a smile.

Tang Hui nodded pretending to be majestic, with a meaning of inquisition in his eyes.

As expected, Lu Ze replied and gave him a positive look.

How about...

It was the sound of cigarette butts being snatched away.

Lu Ze did not feel guilty at all because he knew that cigarette butts up to 700 degrees were at most burnt red for this uncle who was hidden.

The moment when he was about to climb the stairs, Lu Ze turned around and nostalgia flashed deep in his eyes, "Uncle Tang."

"Um?!"

Tang Hui, who did not dare to move, subconsciously raised his head, and doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you." Lu Ze smiled and climbed the stairs.

A confusion flashed in Tang Hui's eyes. Did this kid Lu Ze take the wrong medicine today?

What did you tell me? Thank you!

etc.

Tang Hui flashed solemnly on his face.

Just now, it seemed that this kid said Yingqi was back!

The neck stiffened for a moment, and the brightest smile appeared on Tang Hui's face, and then he turned around little by little. After seeing the empty road, the man in his forties cursed.

"Lu Ze, you little bastard, how dare you fool you Uncle Tang."

"My hands are burned!"

"Hiss, uncle's hand is useless."

"Ouch! I'm disabled..."

The cursing voice, with fake moans that could no longer be fake, came into the building corridor intermittently.

A bright smile appeared on the corner of Lu Ze's mouth.

This seemingly greasy and sloppy middle-aged man is named Tang Hui. When the tower emerges from the depths of the fog, he is one of the first people to step into the storm.

He also has a cold daughter with fair skin, beautiful and long legs, two years older than him, a sophomore at A-level Liuguang Academy, and Tang Yingqi, who is known as the Queen of Artillery in the future.

Unfortunately, three years after they entered the fog in the future, both of them died.

The reason for death is very simple, but it is enough to make Lu Ze remember it for two lifetimes.

The simple bracelet kept in the Battle Alliance records the calm figures of Tang Hui and Tang Yingqi in front of the sea of ​​fire.

...

"Aze, your father used half his life to block the shot of Uncle Tang and became a useless person. They are all mankind. Who is not from the wind and fire? Your father should naturally be taken care of by me, Old Tang, for the rest of his life."

"But this time, my life was not very good, and my enemies came to me."

"Maybe you have died in the fog long ago. If you are lucky enough to die, then live well."

"Are you finished talking? I recorded it once before every battle. No wonder such a big man is so miserable." The tall figure in a pilot suit stood with his arms in his arms, his cold voice was dissatisfied, obviously it was Tang Yingqi urging him.

"I'm done, I'm done... Dad isn't it just in case, haha."

Tang Hui smiled apologetically and closed the projection in a nagging manner.

This is the last image left by the two.

...

That man kept his promise for twenty years.

However, even if both of them entered the 12-star realm, they would eventually die.

When I returned from the eighth floor of the Mist Tower, I saw only a city that had long been transformed into ruins, and there were 100,000 foggy beasts that occupied this land.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! That year, Lu Ze was 37 years old, 15-star realm and lower-ranking king.

It was not until then that he realized that the two families had such a secret past.

Perhaps for my father and Tang Hui, being able to live is their greatest comfort.

But this was not what he wanted.

Therefore, Lu Ze spent a whole three years starting from a footprint left on the scene, gradually restoring the entire fact among the intricate clues.

[Black Snake Organization], [Gao Li Family], [Silver Alliance]…

However, when he found out the truth, he found that the fog beast had destroyed most of his enemies for him.

However, the two surviving families of Gao and Li were destroyed by the Tellekin family that rose in northern Siberia during an internal battle.

The so-called hatred turns into a wave in the long river of history.

The most tragic thing in life is that the son wants to support him but his parents are not waiting for him.

The thing that I hate most in life is that time will bury everything.

It was from that moment that Lu Ze completely cut off his connection with the earth, leaving only the human wanderer, the only name he retained.

...

In the dim hallway, debris were piled up, but the iron door was wiped clean.

Lu Ze's palm was placed on the old door handle, and the face of the celestial body had not changed even though it was pressed against the top of the head, and finally changed.

After saying a few words, he was panting, dragging his sick body but teaching his father, Lu Zongguang.

I always feel sorry for being too strong, but I love my mother more than anyone else, Li Shiwei.

In order to subsidize the family income, Lu Ming, my younger brother who secretly went to work when he was thirteen years old, was thrown and gritted his teeth without saying a word.

This is the softest place deep in his heart, the place where the soul returns due to countless thoughts in his sleep.

This place is called - Home!

The corners of his mouth were pursed and pursed, and his palms tightly held the door handle.

When a familiar voice came out of the crack in the door, Lu Ze's lips pursed and reeled.

"Dad, mom...I'm back."
Chapter completed!