I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 1259 Your mouth is dirtier

Practice exercises!

Thinking of this, Chen Feng revealed a look of longing. If he can get the method of cultivation, he can use the task points to quickly improve.

The cultivation method of the protoss is not about boxing, but a method that can absorb the energy of the universe and become a god.

It is this kind of practice that allows the Protoss body to become like steel, to dismantle mechas and even light armors with bare hands, and to survive in space without the help of any foreign objects.

This is completely different from StarClan, which relies on technology.

"Protoss skills are very focused on talent. I heard that only those with genetic energy in their bodies are suitable for cultivation. I was not selected before, so I probably don't have enough talent..."

Chen Feng recalled that not long after the protoss came, and after the surrender of the human race, a genetic test was conducted by the whole people. If he did not become the chosen one, he should be unqualified.

"The task point should be able to force me to get started, keep it first, and then get in touch with the so-called genetic cultivation method!"

Chen Feng glanced at the remaining task points, 1750 points, wondering if it was enough to get started.

"What do you want to do, survive first, so that you have every chance."

Considering what might happen when returning to the original world, Chen Feng spent the rest of the day preparing.

At the end of the countdown, the scene around him changed, from the inn to the ruins in an instant.

To be exact, come back.

He glanced around for the first time, and found that it was exactly the same as when he left.

"How is it possible, could it be that the time I left was still here?"

Chen Feng's eyes widened, feeling a little unbelievable.

He observed carefully, and found that only he had really changed, and all around him looked like he had left.

"This token is definitely not simple. The runes of the Protoss and the technology of the Star Clan will definitely not be able to do this. I am afraid that it is a more civilized thing."

Chen Feng looked at the token on his arm, and couldn't calm down.

At this moment, a countdown timer appeared in his mind.

1 day 23 hours 59 minutes 57 seconds.

When the time is over, the next task will start!
After taking a few breaths, he forced himself to calm down and returned to the fort calmly.

The surrounding robot patrols focus on space cracks and don't care about him at all.

Moreover, these robots are weapons of war, and they are specially designed to deal with the Zerg, and they can't find a change in cannon fodder.

For example, the wound disappeared, the clothes and hair changed, and the bullets were less...

Seeing that these robots are cold, as long as they don't run around, they don't care about him, Chen Feng feels relieved.

It took a while before he adjusted the time axis back to the moment when he was thrown over because he killed the low-level protoss.

But the one hundred and one-day experience still existed, which made him feel that time and space were disordered.

After staying there for a while, there was a sound of footsteps.

"Yo, here comes a new cannon fodder."

"How long do you think he will live?"

"For half a month, the Zerg appears once every half a month."

"Have you forgotten that it has been more than a week since the last Zerg attack?"

A group of people came over, among them were obviously old fried dough sticks who commented and looked at Chen Feng teasingly.

As for the others, they were either indifferent or frowning, not as natural as these people.

Chen Feng was not surprised. He was not a cannon fodder here. No one came here before, mainly because he did not come when these people were out on patrol.

His calm displeased those who teased him.

As a newcomer, shouldn't he feel anxious now, and be submissive in the face of their ridicule?

Being so peaceful now makes them feel very unfulfilled.

People are so cheap, if you act cowardly, others will bully you further.

If you behave too calmly, others will still be upset and will bully you to prove yourself.

Especially in this place where death is possible at any time, the ugliness of human nature is further released.

The scorching sun was in the sky, the shadows were shaking, and several tall people came over.

They are dressed much better than the others. Most of the people here are ragged and have sallow faces. It seems that they are malnourished, but these people are relatively strong.

"This kid is going to be unlucky."

"Who told him not to take the initiative to come to worship the mountain and lick his toes?"

"Young people are always a little bit self-righteous."

No one sympathized with Chen Feng, but looked weird, gloating, and whispering among themselves.

For them, the weak should be bullied. The weaker Chen Feng is, the happier they are. In this way, it is not them who are bullied, but Chen Feng. They can still go to the theater, so why not?
Chen Feng frowned. Humans really like to belittle their own people, base their happiness on others, and show their superiority by mocking others.

Everyone is obviously ragged, skinny, and of low status, but they still want to trouble him and spend their energy in internal fighting.

This kind of internal friction also makes it difficult for human beings to improve their own strength with all their strength, and they have been reduced to the lower class for a long time, and hundreds of millions of people have become slaves and cannon fodder.

"Boy, how did you come here?"

The leader looked down at Chen Feng, aloof, as if this would make him appear noble.

"Killed a piece of garbage from the Protoss."

Chen Feng replied calmly, he did not choose to keep silent, that would only provoke these people to continue to ridicule.

"Yo, if you have the ability, even the upper class dare to kill."

The tall leader's eyes slanted, making him look like he was squinting.

"Boy, don't brag, the lowest level of the Protoss can beat ten of us humans, can you kill them?"

A guy with high cheekbones next to him sneered.

"he is injured."

Chen Feng looked at the people in front of him, he was still a bit malnourished, he should not be his opponent, but there were a lot of them.

"It turned out to be like this. It's no wonder why people were unprepared." The disbelief in the tall man's heart dissipated, and he felt that it was nothing.

Others were a little more in awe of Chen Feng, and those who dared to attack the Protoss were probably ruthless.

"By the way, where do you have the guts to attack the Protoss?"

Someone is curious.

"He killed my parents."

Chen Feng clenched his fists tightly. The hatred of killing his father and his mother was irreconcilable. If he hadn't been too weak back then, he would never have let that bastard die easily.

"Oh, my parents were killed by the protoss."

More people's eyes change.

"If you ask me, you shouldn't do anything. Even if your parents are dead, you should endure it. It's better to live on than to lose your life."

The tall man had a preaching face, walked over and patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, saw the stripes on his neck, and showed a sarcasm: "Hey, you are still a lowly slave, you must belong to that protoss, right?"

There is a chain of contempt for human beings. Human beings who have not surrendered look down on those who submit, and among the surrendered people, free people look down on slaves who have completely dedicated their lives to the gods.

"No way, this kid kills his father, mother, and enemies every day as a slave?"

"Isn't there a slave symbol of the Protoss on this neck, a typical slave."

When they found out that Chen Feng was a slave, everyone immediately looked at him coldly and contemptuously.

Click!

There was a crisp sound, it was a broken bone.

"what!"

The tall man's arm on Chen Feng's shoulder was broken by his grabbing hand.

"Your hands are too dirty, but your mouth is even dirtier."

(End of this chapter)