As the night deepened, the public opinion offensive against the fanatics began to fall like a storm of water droplets flooding the Internet, Yang Tian had accumulated strength for many days, and with the arrival of Balotelli, in the middle of the night, there was a blowout...

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And even if he will take over the war letter, Yang Tian has a way to make public opinion scrape him to death... He will behave so cooperatively, it really makes Yang Tian, who is eager for revenge for more than N days, ecstatic and sleepless all night, at this time, Balotelli has not told him the true identity and background of the mad captain, otherwise he will definitely not be able to sleep, but the mood will definitely not be ecstasy...

No matter how arrogant Yang Tian is, he also knows that the Liu family of the Central Star can't be provoked and can't be provoked.

But now that it's been provoked, no one knows what the future will be...

"Why is this stinky boy still so impulsive... Xiaoyao, you give him a call and ask him what he is going to do next. ”

"He seems to be asleep..."

"Then can you let the other party mess around like this?"

"Yang Tian's preparation is too sufficient, it's too late to block it now."

"What then! Everyone is golden, Xiao Yao! If this development continues, Xiaobao will be drowned in saliva sooner or later! ”

"Then what can I do if he sleeps so soundly!" …

Yao Binglan hesitated for a long time, but finally didn't wake Liu Xiaobao up from sleep, maybe because she was afraid that he would take a bath to show herself, but more likely because of some other thoughts, after saying goodbye to the old man of the Liu family, she fell asleep groggily without taking a bath.

The night swallows up the day, the rain washes the starry sky, and at five o'clock in the morning, the wind blows in the suburbs of Shenyang, and this wind comes from the north or the grassland, who knows... A small courtyard was also occupied by the wind, and some of them ran into the cracks in the windows, waking up the people in the beds.

Before he woke up, his mind went blank, he forgot how long he had been asleep, he couldn't remember what he had done, a new day awaited him... Who am I, where am I, uh, want to shhh

When I opened my eyes, there were a variety of mice on the front wall, oh, Dad said casually yesterday that this was the second-hand equipment he had bought over the years... Of course I recognize, these mice, each one of them is what I use... Father's love is speechless, Dad, how do you love me in this way...

I'm Wen Shang, I'm home, my parents and I, our family including Xiaochun cried yesterday, and we were all drunk, Xiaochun's drunken kid was caught by his father yesterday and poured wine, I don't know how late I have to sleep today, and when he gets up, I must laugh at him...

Today is a very important day for Wen Shang, and in more than three hours, he will officially become a member of the planetary forces.

As for his enlistment notice, at dinner yesterday, it arrived at his house almost at the same time as him.

The person who came didn't wear Hanfu anymore, nor did she drive a Maserati, she wore a military uniform made of sea silk, and drove a warrior armored off-road vehicle, but her name was still Ma Xin...

I'm about to step into the stars...

My son is getting older, na, you may not believe it, yesterday a beautiful female officer personally came to the house to deliver a notice, to recruit him into the Celestial Wolf Individual Mecha Regiment of the Planet Army, the woman said she was a captain adjutant or something, anyway, I don't know...

Tsk, Shang Wazi's unsuccessful deflated calf thing can actually enter the planet army, I doubt that he has deceived the true feelings of the big girl, not to mention that the girl is quiet and quiet, if Shang Wazi Nu can achieve Zili and her, it will definitely be high...

Releasing and washing, Wen Shang foresaw what might happen during the day today, and smiled faintly.

It is Wen Shang's habit to get up so early. His father is a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, and since he was a child, he has been instilled in him since he was a child, and the world is true to the principle of sunrise and sunset, but he sleeps lazily every day, but his mother should have gotten up very early, how can she still sleep today...

Oh, the third cousin got married today, and I have to sleep a little longer, otherwise it is really not good to be listless at the wedding, not to mention... My mother is a warm-hearted person, relatives and neighbors wedding and funeral events or something, helping or something are running fast, but when it comes to her son, often her eyes will be gloomy, this time, my mother, you can be proud of it...

Oh, Wen Shang's tears, like morning dew, shining.

Wen Shang habitually sat in front of the computer,I95,Barely OK computer,I just don't know how the network at home is,Will it get stuck in the alien suit...

Wen Shang will go to the alien suit when he practices guns, after all, the earth could not lead the various trends of mankind many years ago.

Waking up early, e-sports, going to bed early, e-sports, this is the trajectory of Wen Shang's life that he has adhered to for many years, until he found out that this computer was not equipped with crossfire, and his thinking was detached from this fixed life mode.

"yes, I don't have to practice esports anymore... So Wensang, what are you doing so early..."

Wen Shang laughed at himself in a muttering voice, he wanted to watch a little movie to cultivate his sentiments... I am a soldier of the top army of Yanhuang, I must get rid of this bad habit, there will be a lot of girls in the future, I must choose an actor with an appearance, a good girl in the heart of a nun, don't be too good, just race over Aoi Xiaokong, don't be too gentle, it's better to be gentler than Adjutant Ma...

Wen Shangmei trembled all over, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, opened the webpage, and clicked into Yanhuang's biggest news website now, ready to pass the boring morning time...

Headlines on the front page, two or three things about the deep pickpocketing faction... Wen Shang was sure that he had washed his eye feces, but he still rubbed his eyes, looked again, and made sure that he was on Yanhuang News Network, not Shenyang News Network...

Recalling yesterday's conversation with the mad captain, Wen Shang, who was in a state of turmoil, clicked in and read it carefully.

At the beginning of the news, Hong Qi0 was carefully introduced, and then the matter of the madman's destruction of the costume was rendered, and when Wen Shang's heart was about to land, the description of the madman's killing began...

Hong Qiling's fight against Gou Chao has long been officially decided, Yang Tian will naturally not be stupid enough to hype this, and the killing move he makes will naturally only be Liu Xiaoqing's kicking of Wang Feng.

After this killer move is rendered by the gunman and the media, it will not be qualitative, but will continue to amplify a few suspicious points - does the person who kicked Wang Feng have anything to do with the madman? If there is, is it Liu Xiaoqing, the current captain of the madness? Even if it's not, then what is the relationship between Liu Xiaoqing and him... If not, the madman will not accept Mao? Is it cowardice, or is it guilty, or is there a ghost?

At the beginning, point out a few key nodes, and produce a butterfly effect, which is the core rhythm of this news, Wen Shang, who knows the warmth and coldness of the world, has a chill down his spine after reading it.

Wen Shang and Liu Xiaobao's relationship is not deep, but he regards Liu Xiaobao as his own, although he doesn't know that Liu Xiaoqing is Liu Xiaobao, but it doesn't prevent him from empathizing with the viciousness in it, this is provoking the big guy, and the other party is obviously going to put them to death...

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One day in the book, I have been writing for more than 40 days, pinching my fingers, writing almost 150,000 words, sweating... This is still I forcing myself to finish quickly, if I write happily, I estimate that I can still write at least 50,000 words this day... In the middle, because of all kinds of good suggestions made by book friends, I disrupted the established rhythm and forcibly added a subline that was ready to be opened later, so I scrapped about 30,000 words of the manuscript (rewrote more than 30,000 words... I also intercepted two large fragments, and to this day, I finally wrote this day completely, and I was tired to death... I came back to life and looked back, although the standing 50,000 manuscripts were gone, but the effect seemed to be okay, and the last major plot of the second volume could start logically, and I felt relieved...