Rubik’s Cube Heavens

　　 In London in August, the temperature in the afternoon is around 20 degrees Celsius. It is neither cold nor hot, but the air is a little sticky and moist.

　　 Kewen walked out about fifty meters, and once again looked back at the gate of Penello's house. At this time, there were no three figures watching him.

　　 Seeing this, Kewen immediately turned around and accelerated his pace.

　　 Soon he crossed a distance of more than two hundred meters and came to the side of the main road.

　　 Kewen then turned right and continued to step forward, leaving the intersection.

　　 So far, he can no longer be seen from the direction of the Klivat family.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 exhaled a long suffocating breath, and then Kewen looked around, then his eyes lit up.

　　 There is a small forest in the direction of crossing the road on the left front, which can get rid of the sight of various pedestrians on the main road.

　　 Seeing this, Kewen hurried away.

　　 Not long after, Kewen quickly walked into the woods with a look of eagerness.

　　 "Finally..." Kewen came to a clearing in the woods, stood under a tree, and after carefully inspecting the surrounding environment, he said in Chinese almost growling: "Finally, there is no need to suppress!"

　　嘭!

　　 A huge muffled sound sounded, and Corvin gritted his teeth and punched the tree trunk in front of him into a shallow pit, splashing with broken wood.

"Call -" long spit aggregate, as if to recent days, has been suppressed in the hearts of all the negative emotions spit.

　　 After a while, Kewen's expression returned to peace.

　　 raise his head and look at the sky.

next moment.

　　 "Dad--" Cowen suppressed his voice, shouting in an annoyed manner: "You must be watching now? Are you watching the novel generated after my crossing? Dad! Get me back quickly!"

　　 "Aren't you fantastic technology! Dad! You are my only seedling!"

　　 "That's right! The boss of your fantasy technology also has a'traveling ability'!"

　　 "You quickly contact your boss, please come over and get me back!"

　　 "Dad! Dad! Daddy who reads novels! Give it to..." Kewen looked down at his small body, and then whispered: "Hurry up and give the baby a trick!"

　　 "Even if you can't get me back for the time being, please get a golden finger for the baby, or open a hanger!"

"Why don't I give you a trick! Dad, you post the novel that I have generated through the journey to the novel website, and then ask readers to give me a reward! Give me a recommendation vote, a monthly pass! There is also a full set of investment or something. ! Maybe I can receive readers' thoughts here, awakening something like golden fingers..."

　　 Nagging nagging, nagging nagging.

　　The nagging Kewen was attacked from crossing over, complaining to the moment he almost died on the stone bed.

　　 Woke up in the hospital and started acting as an actor, complaining that he has been suppressing his emotions these days, even if he said a word, he has to go through his mind in advance if there is any omission.

　　 Kewen feels too tired these days...

　　 People have to act, expressions have to act, and speeches have to be considered. Cowen would rather go to fight the alien creatures to the flesh, and don't want to be cautious about everything like this now...

　　 murmured for half an hour, Kewen finally finished venting, exhaled again, and simply sat on the dirt ground.

　　 "Hey..." With a sigh, Kewen whispered, "I hope my father can do my best... Even if I can't get me back for the time being, please bless me in this magical world."

After a while of silence, Kewen slowly got up, and finally muttered: "The video website has bullet screen guards. In the novel, are there also reward guards, collection guards, monthly pass guards, recommended ticket guards... …Dad, you have to work harder..."

　　 After finishing speaking, Kewen sighed again, turned and walked out of the grove.

　　 But after a while, Cowen walked back again.

　　 "I almost forgot, I haven't practiced for many days." Kewen said, while looking around: "It just happens that the environment here is OK, and it's time to warm up."

　　The words fell, Kewen took off his jacket, casually still under the root of the tree, and then calmly pulled away the shelf of practice.

Snapped!

　　 A low, crisp sound appeared, and Kewen gathered his strength and punched out of thin air. The wind of the fist collided with the air and made a sound.

　　 Then, a set of eloquent ‘body fighting techniques’ routines were hit continuously by Kewen.

　　 For a time, the strong wind in the small forest kept crackling.

　　 played the practice routine of'Body Fighting Technique' five times in a row, only then did Kewen pause for a while, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

　　 "Huh~comfortable!" After finishing his work, Kewen whispered comfortably, and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves.

　　 Anyway, go back to a ‘clean up a new spell’ and the sleeves will be clean again.

　　 came under the tree, bent over, and reached out to the coat under the root of the tree.

　　 At this time, Kewen suddenly stopped when he bent over to pick up his coat, and turned his head to look to the left. Vaguely, a noisy sound gradually approached.

　　 slightly frowned, Kewen quickly picked up his jacket and put it on, looking in the direction of the sound.

　　 Soon, a group of six people appeared not far away, from the woods to the edge of the clearing where Kewen was.

　　 The six people are all young people in their twenties, but they walk crookedly, each holding a bottle or two of wine in their hands, drinking and walking while shouting and laughing loudly.

　　 When Kewen met them~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the group of young people also saw Kewen, and the noise stopped.

　　 After a while, a fat young man suddenly laughed, breaking the silence.

　　 Pointing to Kewen, the chubby young man smiled and said: "Guys! Look what I found! An oriental inferior!"

　　 "How come there are inferior people from the East here?" Another young man also laughed jokingly: "Are we drunk?"

　　 "It is indeed a lower class person in the East." Someone said again.

　　 "Hey!" The chubby young man shouted to Kewen: "Insane Oriental bastard! Why are you here?"

　　 "Hey..." Kewen chuckled softly and whispered: "Now my favorability for this world is really about to fall to the end..."

　　 "Hey! Inferior bastard! What are you talking about!" The fat young man yelled, "Tell me about people..."

　　嗖!

　　 The horns hunt softly, and Kewen presses his feet, blinking and rushing to the front of a group of young people, before they can react, he punches out.

　　嘭!

　　 punched the chubby young man with eyes protruding and bending over.

　　嘭!

　　 Another punch smashed the fat young man's mouthful of teeth.

　　 Next, Kewen's figure flashed, giving the group of drunks two punches one by one.

　　 Looking at the young people wailing all over the floor, Kewen raised his hand to look at the back of his fist, then squatted down in disgust, and wiped the saliva from the back of his hand with the clothes of the young man under his feet.

　　 Then, Kewen searched the corpses one by one, and finally walked out of the woods with a handful of change less than five pounds in his hand.

　　 The moment he left the woods, Kewen looked at the sky and prayed expectantly: "Dad reading novels in front of mobile phones and computers! We must support the baby vigorously..."