Chapter 90 Five Floors of the Magic Tower

~~Ask for a collection with all the officials~

As soon as he stepped into this layer, Qi Wanxiang's nasal cavity was filled with a strong bloody smell in the air. Looking up, Ajie and Arlene were lying on the ground not far away and dying. Their whole bodies were stained with blood, and there was a decisive color in their eyes.

The scene in front of him reminded Qi Wanxiang of Ajie and Arlene, who fought between themselves and Hans Asaimet. For a long time, Qi Wanxiang has been worried about the fact that he only saved the lives of the two people who protected his lives after that battle, and thus made him lose his life.

In the scene in front of them, their eyes are so similar to those at that time. I haven't found a way to restore their bodies for so long. It's really useless. Thinking of this, Qi Wanxiang felt a burning anger in his heart and turned his head to look around, trying to find the culprit who caused all this.

After searching for a while, Qi Wanxiang had not found the culprit who caused all this, but inadvertently found that Ajie and Alin in front of him had disappeared. At this time, Qi Wanxiang's eyes were already red with anger, and he didn't think carefully at all. Now when he saw that they were not there, it only intensified the anger in his heart. Now even his breathing has become heavy.

With a "bang", Qi Wanxiang was directly stunned. However, a picture was directly reflected in his mind, with his familiar teaching building, familiar teachers and classmates. How to look at it, it is a very warm campus painting, but after Qi Wanxiang saw this picture again, his breathing became heavier.

That year, Qi Wanxiang was in the second grade of junior high school, and his study was among the best in the class and the whole grade. However, Tianyou was unpredictable. Several things happened in the family that year, which led to the start of school for two weeks, but Qi Wanxiang's tuition has not been paid yet. Every day when he enters the class, Qi Wanxiang's face is hot as if he has a fever.

A class meeting will be held every Tuesday afternoon, and the teacher of the school's finance department will read the list of students who have not yet paid at each class meeting. And every time there will be the name of Qi Wanxiang in this list. At that time, Qi Wanxiang was reluctant to drop out of school and was embarrassed to urge his mother. Qi Wanxiang himself knew very well what the conditions were at home (at the time Qi Wanxiang went to junior high school, the country had not realized compulsory education, and there was still a fee for going to go to school, and the tuition fee was not low).

"He studies well, but he has no money to pay, and I don't know how he is embarrassed to come to school?" "You don't know, do you? He studied well. I heard that his tuition fee last semester was paid by the head teacher for him. Maybe he is still waiting this semester. "Look, what you said, he is our third! OK! Learn! What about birth?

In the past, listening to their words when he was a child, Qi Wanxiang would run away shyly, but now when he hears these words again, Qi Wanxiang is not only angry but also angry. Now he can't wait to pinch the children who said these words to death one by one.

In junior high school, it was just entering puberty. At that time, the children would begin to rebel because of their inexplicable self-esteem. It can be imagined, but how much pressure Qi Wanxiang is carrying on school. If it hadn't been for the head teacher's guidance again and his mother's comfort full of self-reproach again and again, it would have been difficult for Qi Wanxiang to persist.

However, thinking of this, Qi Wanxiang's anger is even greater. It is these hateful guys who let their favorite mother and the most respected teachers bear the invisible pressure, and are afraid that they will raise the idea of drop out of school.

The picture turned again, and the students walked into the microcomputer room in all kinds of slippers that showed their personality, but Qi Wanxiang, who had always been generous, fell awkwardly at the end. It turned out that his feet were a pair of slippers made by his mother (in the past, when it was popularized in school, the computer room was called the microcomputer room. Students and teachers should wear brand-new slippers to enter, and then slowly changed to a shoe cover).

This pair of slippers was made by my mother who stayed up late last night. After class yesterday, Qi Wanxiang told her that she needed a pair of slippers for class tomorrow. So my mother spent two or five yuan to buy a pair of soles, then took out the cloth at home and made a pair for Qi Wanxiang overnight. When he went to school in the morning, he held slippers in his hand and looked at his mother's red eyes. Qi Wanxiang's eyes were full of tears, but he did not cry. He secretly wanted to let his mother live a good life in the future.

However, just before the microcomputer class that day, when Qi Wanxiang went to the toilet during class, his homemade slippers were turned out of his desk by his classmates. When Qi Wanxiang found out, the slippers had been circulated in the class.

When Qi Wanxiang walked into the classroom, many of his classmates laughed. When Qi Wanxiang walked to his seat for unknown reasons, he found that the slippers on his desk suddenly understood everything.

At that time, Qi Wanxiang couldn't wait to find a seam to get in. Fortunately, the break was only ten minutes. Not long after Qi Wanxiang pressed the pair of slippers tightly on the desk, he heard the bell of the class, and then Qi Wanxiang didn't know how to spend the class.

When the microcomputer class was held in the afternoon, Qi Wanxiang was awkward and dared not take out his slippers, because he knew that someone would always laugh at him. Even the sentence that my classmate said: "Are the slippers made by your mother? It's very beautiful." It's so harsh in Qi Wanxiang's ears. Some people may say that Qi Wanxiang is ignorant, but can you imagine how fragile a 12-year-old child's heart is?

Then Qi Wanxiang's mind drew a scene. When he was a child, he suffered an abnormal vision due to family poverty. Some of those eyes are full of ridicule, some full of jokes, and some are full of pity, but none of these eyes are what Qi Wanxiang hopes to see. Respect, Qi Wanxiang wants to be the simplest respect. When he saw these eyes when he was a child, Qi Wanxiang only knew how to avoid them, but now he is getting more and more angry.

Then, when I was in college, I remember that everyone had a mobile phone in my sophomore year, and a large number of people had computers. However, Qi Wanxiang did not install a phone at home, and his parents did not have mobile phones, let alone him.

Whenever I went out, my classmates said, "Brother, it's time to buy a mobile phone, right? This is a must-have equipment for girls. It can't be done without this equipment. Qi Wanxiang knew that some students didn't joke about him. It was a lot of jokes between friends, but it was still so harsh in Qi Wanxiang's ears.

Once a person receives a certain stimulus when he is a child, he will become extremely ** in this regard when he grows up. Even if it is touched by others, it will make him feel uneasy for a long time. This is a wonderful way of self-protection of human beings.

And during the festival, everyone in the dormitory will call home. Qi Wanxiang is undoubtedly the most lonely. He has no place to call, so he can only wait for his parents to have a chance to call himself. However, Qi Wanxiang is not by the phone 24 hours a day, and many times he can't borrow the phone.

Gradually, the students felt that it was difficult for him to get along with him in private, that he did not even contact his parents, and that he was particularly stingy. However, is all this what Qi Wanxiang is willing to do? Some people will say that it's good to explain clearly. On the one hand, few people will believe Qi Wanxiang's explanation. On the other hand, it is still because of self-esteem. Qi Wanxiang is unwilling to explain more when he sees that his classmates don't believe it.

At the beginning of these things happening, Qi Wanxiang just passed with a bitter smile. But now, he feels particularly angry. Why do these people impose their ideas on themselves? Why do these people always look like they want to be beaten?

Within't recovered from these anger, the picture in Qi Wanxiang's mind changed again. This time he graduated and went to work. Qi Wanxiang thought that he had gone to work and began to make money, so he could raise his eyebrows and straighten his chest to be a man. However, it was not until this time that he found that the real nightmare had begun.

First of all, it is the problem of finding a job. Qi Wanxiang found that no matter how solid he studied in school, he had nothing to do with a relatively well-paid job. The people recruited by these units are all related households, all of whom are related people.

Well, as for work, as long as the money you get every month can support yourself. After Qi Wanxiang lowered the standard, he finally found a company in his hometown to recruit him, and Qi Wanxiang went to work happily.

But it was not until after going to work that Qi Wanxiang found that the society was full of injustice. First of all, when assigning jobs, people who have relationships and have access are well-paid and leisurely, but they are hard and tired front-line positions. What is allocated by education or major has become a joke here.

Then there is the promotion and salary increase after working for several years, which is also a process of fighting for fathers. As a second generation in the countryside, Qi Wanxiang was once again placed outside the threshold of promotion and salary increase.

Heaven will have a great responsibility for the people, and he will surely starve his body and skin. Qi Wanxiang gritted his teeth and insisted on working, saving money. However, in the eyes of each girlfriend, he is synonymous with stingy and the spokesperson of losers.

Nima, Qi Wanxiang has been tortured by all kinds of reason in front of him, and there is only one word in his mind that is 'anger'. God is so unfair. Why are others born the second generation of rich people and the second generation of officials? And you are just a second generation in the countryside?

Why are there so many people of bad character in society who have neither been imprisoned by the state nor punished by God? Like myself, people who work 365 days a year and at least 360 days are so poor that they can't even afford to buy a house? Poor people can't even marry their wives? During the poor Spring Festival and festivals, parents can't bear to accept their own share of the money?

Why is all this? Why am I so sad all my life? Why do I still live in this world? Since I'm living such an unsatisfactory life and I don't have the ability to reverse all this, I might as well die like this. Thinking of this, Qi Wanxiang raised his hands and saw a black fog rising from his hands.

"Black fog? Wait? I'm already a blood clan, and I already have a strong power. Why should I die? No, I have the ability to reverse all this. I must live a good life, wonderfully or give it to those who have looked down on me." Thinking of this, Qi Wanxiang couldn't help laughing.

With Qi Wanxiang's laughter, all the pictures in his mind disappeared, and the scenery in front of him also changed. Finally, it was the white hut, just like the hut after several customs clearance.

In the hut, there is a big word 'anger' on the wall opposite Qi Wanxiang, and the two sides are written in the form of couplets: "Angry and rush to the crown, rest in the appendix, and the rain. Looking up, looking up at the sky, roaring, strong and fierce", the place of criticism is: "human and gods are angry together."

Opening these words on the wall, Qi Wanxiang shook his head again. He was almost trapped every time, but he passed it without danger. With two more levels, he can get the blood of origin, and then he can secretly leave here to find the grass.