In order to let the rocket fly out of the earth, humans tied multiple liquid and solid propellers to the rocket's tail to help humans escape from the gravity of the earth, thus taking a solid first step in the exploration of outer space.

Of course, Wu Yonglin didn't need to tell Du Qingyuan some truths that he might not understand in his life. It would be more realistic to take more on the experienced horse stocks than to talk about it.

In Wu Yonglin's opinion, there is actually not a real bad person in this world. They often fight for their own camps. Tuoba Wuzong died because he was too confident that he did not understand that he was actually dead in his own hands; Hu Zhengyan died because of paranoidness, and he believed that he could definitely bring Wu Yonglin down. Finally, the moment Wu Yonglin threw the life-saving rope to him, he decisively cut the rope. Zhimacuo died because of some of his own orientations. Perhaps this was a relief for him. In another world, his special hobbies would be accepted and recognized. The most undead of death was actually the three fathers and sons of King Yundan, who had already joined Wu Yonglin's team, and finally took a superior attitude, and as a result, there were many more confused ghosts on the road to the underworld.

Du Qingyuan is a very complicated person. He can rush to his friends and put down his grand priest for the country. For his lover, he endured for decades. In order to revive the "Qingfeng Temple", he did not hesitate to be an enemy of the righteous path in the world. However, he extended a helping hand to a dying assassin.

He was conservative and meticulous in fulfilling the promise he made inadvertently, even if he was in danger of life.

If Wu Yonglin had never tried to kill him, it would be completely impossible. However, when Du Qingyuan stabbed his opponent in an extremely dangerous battle in Taohuagou, Wu Yonglin never had any intention of killing him again. Such people can be treated as friends, but unfortunately the other party didn't seem to appreciate it. Wu Yonglin felt a little regretful when he thought about it.

When Du Qingyuan fell into the deep trench helplessly like a big roc with his wings cut off, he was so nervous that he bit his lips through, and bloody red blood flowed out along the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, the only thing he thought about was whether his plan was wrong from the beginning. When there were fewer and fewer friends around him, if he lost this friend who was not a friend, he would not know whether he still had the right to make friends.

When Tsomuli beat the crossbow with a "bang" from a small mallet, his nervous heartstring almost broke at that moment. He opened his bow and had no turning back arrows. He could only hope that a "good man" like Du Qingyuan could use his real skills to turn decay into magic, and turn the impossible into possibility.

The huge arrows fired by the bed crossbow did not diminish when they slid across the natural barrier. When one arrow touched perfectly in the air, the annoyance that had been suppressed for a long time in the hearts was swept away. The air was filled with the smell of victory, and the sound of applause was loudly applauded, and the clapping sounds were heard.

Du Qingyuan, who was still in the fall, really lived up to the reputation of being the first in the "Heroes of the World". He tapped the toes on the huge arrow that passed by. His downward trend suddenly decreased. He even seized this critical opportunity to make his body eject again. Unfortunately, the support of the arrow could not catch up with the real ground after all. This time, the force of his leaping forward again only maintained his original level. With the distance of the first jump, he was still more than ten feet away from the opposite side to cross.

Du Qingyuan turned to Wu Yonglin in the air and cast a decisive look. There was resentment, unwillingness, despair, and despair. After finding that struggle had no effect, he was ready to accept this incident of falling off the cliff by the people. His eyes became more and more calm, so calm that he began to enjoy the last moment of his life. He even closed his eyes in the end.

With a "swoosh", an arrow with fire carried everyone's hope again at Du Qingyuan, the folded winged angel who was falling down with a huge bamboo tube on his back.

It is almost impossible for the bed crossbow to launch another big arrow in such a short time. After Du Qingyuan studied the thing for so long, he naturally understood the most basic truth. It takes at least half a stick of incense from the time it is put on the top to the final launch, and it does not count as aiming again.

What Du Qingyuan thought about now was that since this plan failed, Wu Yonglin might not want to die too miserably, so that others could solve his pain in the air. Unfortunately, the arrow seemed to miss it, and it almost whizzed past it against its back.

When the irritable voice sounded in my ears, Wu Yonglin's roar like a mad lion came from the air: "A stinky Taoist priest, if you don't want to die, shrink your body into a ball and let the bamboo tube on your back be tilted upwards."

In life, when there is no choice, a dead horse can be a living horse doctor. Yin Falcon found the best boundary between death and survival. Now there is almost no one who escapes from him to the King of Hell.

Du Qingyuan seemed to find hope for survival from Wu Yonglin's voice. After his body was curled up, the bottom of the bamboo tube behind him also spewed out of burning flames at this moment. Du Qingyuan felt that his butt was about to catch fire.

The strangest thing is that when the flames ejected, Du Qingyuan felt that his body seemed to be pushed by a huge thrust and stopped falling, and even kept moving closer to the opposite side. The bamboo joints behind the fire were even gradually falling off. The moment Du Qingyuan's body gradually reduced its burden behind him, he was only a few steps away from the opposite side, and it was still above the location.

Du Qingyuan roared, and his body, which had just been curled up, stretched out. With the force of constantly rushing forward, he thrust his body and stopped steadily on the opposite side. When he turned around and looked at the people opposite, he could only see Wu Yonglin with tears falling like soybeans.

"Stinky Taoist priest, I want to go away next time. I've been scared by you just now and I've got a heart attack."

It was quite simple to pass behind. After firing the crossbow with a full force, it landed steadily on the opposite side with a bamboo rope. After Du Qingyuan found a focus point to tie the bamboo rope, a group of people climbed over like monkeys with the bamboo rope. Of course, this included the crossbow that had been dismantled beyond recognition.

Although the flames spewed out of the bamboo tube just now did not cause any harm to Du Qingyuan's body, it burned the robe behind him to cover his shame.

Du Qingyuan was squatting in the pile of "waste" with almost half of his butt exposed at this moment. He seemed to have forgotten the moment of life and death just now. When Wu Yonglin climbed over the bamboo rope the last time, he impatiently grabbed Wu Yonglin next to the pile of "waste" and asked, "Can you really restore this thing?"

"It can not only restore it, but also be better than it used to be."
Chapter completed!