Earth.

Facing the afterglow of the sunset, the Huangpu River is prosperous like smoke and tourists are full of tourists.

Han Tang sat on the balcony of his apartment, holding a glass of red ribbon champagne in his hand, looking at everything outside in a daze.

Although the universe is on the verge of chaos, life on earth is as usual, with the Shengjian bread still sizzling in the oil pan, and the almond crisps in Daoxiangcun will be sold out before dark. The young couple hugged their necks intimately and took selfies on the Baidu Bridge, which has a history of more than a thousand years.

"It's so beautiful." Han Tang muttered. If there was anything he couldn't let go of, it was probably his hometown, and the people and snacks in his hometown. If he could never eat roast duck and spicy crayfish again, how boring life would be.

Facts have proved that if a person is shocked too many times, he will become calm. He has walked through the vast space and experienced cruel wars. In the end, Han Tang returned to the place where he was born and found that the most beautiful thing in life is actually those daily trivial matters. The child acts spoiled and asks his parents to buy candied haws for her. The primary school student with a red scarf helps the old man cross the road. Yui Aragaki's swimsuit poster

"I'm not a hero! I'm just a fucking otaku! I like to drink fat otakus happy water, I like to watch anime and play games! My favorite female star is Yui Aragaki!" Han Tang suddenly got fucked, stood up, and shouted at the world under the balcony.

Unfortunately, the city was too noisy and drowned out his powerless roar.

Gudong ~

After drinking the champagne, Han Tang curled up on the chair, lit a cigarette, and smoked it weakly, like a decadent defeated dog.

Han Tang felt that people could not always struggle like they were injected with chicken blood, and they would occasionally die and live some decadent life, at least he was like this himself. After a hard battle, what Han Tang wanted to do the most was to see those old fans, fight a few games of monsters, chew potato chips, and drink the fat house happy water.

However, time is not long.

When he and Kerry Bray broke up, they agreed that the next time they met was the time to launch a general attack on the temple, maybe next year or tomorrow. In short, when the wheel of fate began to rotate, no one could stop him, and it would keep turning until the end of life.

Brae's Nine Star Armor was extremely powerful and easily sent Han Tang and others back to the Galaxy. Ronald Jones told Han Tang that Brae's star armor was called Cold Feng Changhe, one of the twelve sets of golden star armor in the temple. But when the decisive battle was really the moment of Han Tang, he was counting on, because only his unfeeling wood could wear the legendary Eternal Wings.

It was such a bold and arrogant action. It stole the most precious star armor in the temple and handed it over to Han Tang to wear it, and then used the star armor of the temple to defeat the temple.

Han Tang suddenly picked up the champagne-opening driver and stabbed himself in his left hand. The titanium steel left a hole that was not big or small. Blood flowed out of the hole and landed on the ground on the balcony.

There was no feeling, or no feeling. Han Tang was really a piece of wood, and he was stabbed with holes. He didn't know that no wonder he had to go to the battlefield. Wood was born to die on the battlefield because everyone was afraid of pain, and only wood was not afraid.

"I should have died a thousand years ago. It's not easy to live to this day. I really don't want to leave." Han Tang sighed at the sky. He noticed that the sky had already darkened without realizing it.

When the doorbell rang, Han Tang carried a bottle of wine, his white shirt was open, revealing his increasingly strong muscles due to years of fighting, and his smell of alcohol and smoke.

Guangling Juechen was stunned. When she heard the news of Han Tang coming back, she felt a little furious in her heart. It took her four hours to wash and dress up before she came to Han Tang's house shyly. As a result, the decadent man in front of her, with a chicken coop, full of alcohol and no smell of taking a bath. Is he really Han Tang?

In Guangling Juechen's memory, Han Tang was a hero, the most upright person, but now she realized that the hero was actually the 21st century otaku, a little sloppy and a little depressed.

"Old ancestor! What you want has arrived!"

Ye Wei's timely appearance resolved the embarrassment. He had a lot of things and could not take them by himself, so he even asked a mechanical clan to help.

Now the Mechanical Clan has penetrated into all aspects of Earth's life and undertakes heavy work. They are still replicating themselves frantically so that they cannon fodder in the final battle. As for the supercrystalline silicon, the Mechanical Clan, Brek has solved this problem.

"You sit there casually, don't be polite."

Han Tang said, took the things that Ye Wei bought for him and returned to the balcony.

Shredded potato shreds, pot buns of meat, fried peanuts and white chop chicken, Han Tang asked Ye Wei to buy these. There was a big meal delivered by the Peace Hotel in the restaurant, but Han Tang hid on the balcony, eating shredded potatoes, drinking the cheapest Suntory beer, and a simple green bottle. In the 21st century, this beer was sold for only two or fifty cents, and could only be bought in the suburbs of Shanghai, in the alley where migrant workers gathered.

"Sure enough, cheap beer is still suitable for me." Han Tang said, grabbing two peanuts with his hands and chewing them.

There was a time when Han Tang wanted to get rid of his former life. He wore expensive handmade suits, ate French meals, and drank the most expensive champagne and red wine. He pretended to be like a high-class person. He almost believed it, which was also a kind of ability.

Now, it’s a return to nature. The old man often says that his stomach has memories. The man in the northwest will never forget a bowl of fragrant beef noodles. The man in Beijing drank Erguotou and chewed roast duck and sausage. The girl in Chongqing is never afraid of acne when eating chili peppers. The girl in Guangzhou has a small appetite and can only serve a bowl of raw rolled porridge.

Han Tang was unwilling to admit it, but he had to admit in the end that he was just a ingredient for drinking beer, champagne and other elegant things that were not suitable for him.

He was already a person who was about to be buried, so there was no need to continue pretending. He loved money as if he was life, and when Ye Wei reported the group's financial gains to him, Han Tang couldn't listen to a word.

It’s really something that can’t be on the table. Some people have to live graceful and confident even if they only have one day left in their lives, while Han Tang wants to stay at home and do nothing.

There are more and more people, Isabella, Guangling Juechen, Yeliya, and Ye Weilan. They are all good women, at least they are much more beautiful and noble than the chubby and freckled classmate who once rejected Han Tang. And they all show that they are very interested in Han Tang.

But Han Tang was not interested at all. Bai Mei Qianjiao and hugged her left and right. It was his dream, but now Han Tang has no dream, just want to drink a sip of cheap beer with a bitter taste and chew a few bites of deep fried peanuts.

"Is he okay?" There was a window in the bedroom, where you could see the balcony. Jones looked at Han Tang and asked with concern.

"It's okay, what can he do?" He Quan Sansheng touched his bare head.

"But Han Tang looks so decadent."

"It's normal. He was a decadent otaku. I have lived on Earth for many years and understand the people on Earth." He Quan Sansheng said confidently: "All the depression and decadence are because they can't let go. As an ancient man and a person who died once, Han Tang could not let go of his former life and his hometown."

"What's the good thing?" Jones was puzzled. "Maybe next month, maybe next year, as long as news comes from Bray, we will rush into the temple and fight for life. And fighting for life is to put life and death aside."

Hequan Sansheng curled his lips, "Have you ever heard such a sentence? Why do I always have tears in my eyes? It's just because I love this land deeply?"

"What did you just say?"

"A poem, the poem of the earthlings."

"I'm talking about war, war is not poetry."

"Don't worry, based on my understanding of Han Tang, he may not necessarily fight for freedom, equality, fraternity, and such illusory concepts, but he will definitely fight against the enemy for his important things."

"What is important to Han Tang?"

Hequan Sansheng narrowed his eyes, "Memories, my hometown, the kind of people on earth who have to transport their bodies back to their hometown after they die. Because the hometown is hard to leave, people on earth should be buried in the soil of the earth. This is called falling leaves returning to their roots."

"Look, the scenery outside the window and the unsweet and cheap beer in Han Tang's hands are all things he can't forget. You can't see him drinking this thing before because he wanted to forget the past. The days in the past were very hard and poor. Han Tang was well developed and hoped to enjoy life."

"But now, when he raises his glass again, it means that he has decided to protect these existences that are important to him."

"Protect a bottle of beer that is so terrible that it's dying?" Jones shook his head, "It's really hard for me to understand a creature like a otakus. What's the information about? Second-class disease?"

He Quan Sansheng laughed loudly, and then his eyes became sharp again.
Chapter completed!