In the evening, Han Lang left the hospital, did the subway back to the city, got off in the bustling business district where there had been battles, and he made an appointment with the morning heavy and the monk to meet here, today is the first seven days of the seven superpowers killed in the war, and people will hold commemorative activities here.

There were a lot of people getting off the bus, and Han Lang slowly walked out of the station with the crowd, and was suddenly shocked by the scene on the street.

At this time, the sky was not completely dark, there were already many people lighting candles, white candles were placed in the doorway of the store, in the window, on both sides of the street and beside the flower beds in the center, placed in the window of the high-rise buildings, placed on the roof of each building.

The night came slowly, and everyone seemed to have already discussed it, without lights, and some were just a faint but full of nostalgia.

That night, the whole city was lit with candles, and many children were carrying lanterns, and the lanterns were also white candles, and as the lanterns were shaking, the faint candles flashed.

The young mother led her daughter by the side of Han Lang, the girl was small, carrying a duck lantern, and the candle in the lantern was also small.

“Mom, what is a superpower?”The girl asked in the milk.

"A very good group of warriors."Mother and beauty.

“What do warriors do?”The girl asked again.

“Soldiers will fight to protect us, our planet, and our people.”

The little girl thought, “Then will they protect me?”. .

“It will.”

“Will you protect your mother?”. .

“It will.”

“Will you protect your grandfather?”. .

“It will.”

“Will you protect Grandma?”. .

"Yes, the superpowers will protect our family, and the children in the kindergarten, the uncles and aunts on the street, will protect."The mother tried her best to explain the little girl who was confused.

Oh ~

The little girl seemed to understand something, focusing on her head, and was happy: "I understand, the superpower is a good person!"

Han Lang smiled slightly and flashed through this cute little girl.

Once upon a time, people's impression of the superpowers was not as good as it is today, and there are always super-powerful people in the news who cheated and even illegally reported evil deeds.

But now, everyone has understood that both the superpowers and the ordinary people, there are a lot of bad people in them, and there are more good people.

The world has always been like this, the good people are always unknown before they can stand out, just like Pang Zuolin, the copper bull fell from the sky, at the expense of their own smashed plunder's warships and saved the civilians.

Now Pang Zuolin is already a hero, known as the bronze bull warrior, he shouted at the end of his life, "the earth is weak, that is my home!"It is now known to all of us that the annual classic slogan is none other than that.

However, before Pang Zuolin became a hero, he was just an unknown physical education teacher, never showing off his superpower identity, and the ordinary life.

True heroes only stand out when the world needs them, and in ordinary times, they are always silent.

As a first-hand witness of that battle, Han Lang saw with his own eyes how those who did not show the super ability of the mountain dew in the day to go to the battlefield, within a minute, the battlefield gathered more than 40 superpowers, within three minutes, more than two hundred superpowers arrived, they are not soldiers, but when the disaster occurred, their assembly speed is even faster than the army!More unretrospected!

The city is dark tonight, but in this darkness there is hope.

More and more people, even the faint candlelight, can still light up the darkness.

Han Lang stopped in front of a shop window, and the huge screen was live-streaming the memorial activities around the world, starting from Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, these East Asian cities, where the night came, where the candlelight of hope was lit.

Seoul, Taipei, Vladivostok, Tokyo, candlelight across the distant Pacific Ocean, to the Americas, and then from the Americas across the deep Atlantic, to Europe, this night, the world sleepless.

Han Lang felt that there was someone behind him, looking back, it was the monk and the morning heavy, the morning weight did not know when to shave a small shaved, changed to a bald head, and the monk carried a huge travel bag, the two bald heads stood together, at first glance, much like a big monk and a small monk.

“Your hair,” Han asked with a slight frown.

Morning touched the bare brain bag now, smiled and said: "Shave, every day just take care of those small braids will take more than an hour, there is a lot of effort is better to nibble a few more elbows."

“Where are your ears?”

“Throw it away.”

“What about baseball shirts?”

“I said why are you in such trouble?”In the morning, I shook my fat flesh and said, "So tell you, after seeing you two tonight, I plan to shut up, concentrate on fattening and cultivation, and fully prepare for the second stage of the stress test.

The monk shrugged, "It's a coincidence, I'm just trying to tell you, tonight I'm going back to the mountains to shut up, is to say goodbye to you, the first stage of the stress test is not my strength, my strength is fighting technology, so I also want to take advantage of this time to strengthen myself."

Han Lang nodded slightly, it turned out that the battle was changed by more than one person, and the monk and the morning weight also changed more than in the past.

"It's really nice."Han Lang thought for a moment and said, "In the past, when I didn't know that I had superpowers, I always thought, anyway, the sky fell down with a son's high ceiling, what does it have to do with me?"Now I suddenly realized that I was the tall man, and if the sky really fell down, I would try to top it."

"Actually, I came to say goodbye to you, and the day after tomorrow I went to the Heritage Administration, and they found me a place to cultivate, and I went there to retreat."

The morning heavy did not say anything, next year is the day of the Galactic Congress, the earth may become someone else's colony, even if you are lucky to break through the galactic conference, there are more enemies like the plunderers outside, looking at the earth.

This is the cosmic era, but also a cruel era of weak meat, the earth's superpowers as the only group of fighters on this planet, the pressure is very high.

The monk shrugged his shoulders and said, “Relics Authority?”Chu Li and Li Muyun also want to invite you to the branch."

Han Lang said: "What have you done earlier, but I have heard that a large number of superpowers have recently taken the initiative to apply to join the Bureau and other combat organizations, and the branch should not be short of manpower."

Morning nodded, "No, in the past there was Clark facing, the superpowers want to do whatever they want, now it's not, Clark is not going to have us, if the stress test can't pass, I also went directly to the Department of War reports."

The voice just dropped, and the heavy watch suddenly dripped.

Morning weight put his backpack on the ground, took out a piece of two kilograms of fat ham, open mouth mouth nibble, death into the stomach.

Seeing Han Lang and the monk looking at themselves, he threw a picture at them in the morning, only to see that the photo was a young man, the five senses, and the figure was symmetrical, except for those carefully prepared braids on the head, it was not clear that this was the look of the morning heavy past.

Morning heavy sitting on the ground, hard to put a huge ham into the stomach, drink two sips of water, continue to nibble the second, Han Lang saw that the morning heavy neck is already bleeding, as if at any time to spit out, but still constantly swallowing the ham down.

"I want to eat."

“Eat hard to eat.”

"Who let me be a super-powerful person, there is no fighting power without fat, and I can't protect anyone without fighting power."

"I'd rather eat a pig than see what happened that day."

"You're going to laugh at me, you don't care."

Of course, Han Lang and the monk would not laugh at him, but would only respect him.

For others, food is enjoyment, and for morning heavy, food is pain!

This damned world has forced the once-in-a-lifetime boy into what it is today.

Han Lang sighed gently, looking up at the endless candlelight in the distance, and the people who prayed silently under the candlelight.

This night is beautiful.

That pressure is heavy.

PS: Nine has always liked to ask readers for things all day, everyone comes to see the book is fate, hand-throwing a few recommendation tickets is sentiment, nine children have always been grateful.

But this year's competition is cruel, and no brothers can't get mixed up.

At midnight, try to be able to rush to the list tomorrow, and hope that tomorrow the brothers and sisters can enjoy a few recommended tickets to help nine children.

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