Zhou Wen was a little surprised. He had heard of the name of Sheri Jue. It was an epic skill that was no less famous than the inborn invincible skill. Comparatively speaking, Sheri Jue was even more precious.

After all, the cultivation requirements of inborn invincible divine skill are too harsh, but there are not so many requirements for the Jue of shooting the sun. As long as you are willing to practice hard, even people with mediocre qualifications will have certain achievements.

Moreover, the Jue of shooting the sun is a powerful and aggressive one, which is more popular than the inborn invincible magic skill, which is mainly used to strengthen the body.

However, as Zhou Wen knows, the formula of shooting the sun is the unique formula of vitality of a big man in the Federation. Except for the descendants of that big man's family, no one else has a chance to get it.

"How can dad have the knack of shooting the sun? Nine times out of ten, it's the power of settling down, isn't it Zhou Wen guessed this in his heart.

Zhou Wen didn't refuse to shoot the sun because of such speculation. Since Zhou Lingfeng gave it to him, Zhou Lingfeng should have paid the price even with the help of the power of settling down. Since he has paid the price, Zhou Wen naturally has no reason to refuse and can't live up to Zhou Lingfeng's wishes.

After all, from small to large, in addition to the cost of living, Zhou Lingfeng gave him only a few things, which could be counted with his fingers.

"I haven't forgotten my son." Zhou Wen didn't go to see Sheri Jue immediately. He turned off the computer, pulled out the U-disk and put it away. He was ready to eat first.

It's not a matter of one day to cultivate Yuanqi Jue. Even if he already has the foundation of nine points of Yuanqi, it will be faster to cultivate other Yuanqi Jue. It can't be practiced in ten days and a half months. There's no need to be in a hurry.

When I opened the refrigerator, I found that there was nothing left in it. Then I looked at the cardboard box in the corner of the living room. There was not even a bag of instant noodles in it.

Zhou Wen hesitated for a moment, gave up the plan of ordering takeout, washed his face, put on his clothes, and prepared to go out to eat, and by the way, bought some food in stock.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, there were few pedestrians on the street.

When Zhou Wen was a child, he heard his grandfather say that before the advent of the different dimensional storm, even in a small city like guide mansion, the lights were bright in the middle of the night, but now there are few such scenes.

The street lamp is a little dim and yellow, which makes Zhou Wen feel a little uncomfortable. His anemia seems to be more and more serious.

During this period of time, he consumed too much blood. Fortunately, he was young enough and strong enough. If he was an old man, he would not be able to supply his own hematopoiesis if he consumed blood in this way.

"I'll go to the supermarket to buy some brown sugar and boil some brown sugar water later. I hope it's useful." Zhou Wen muttered to himself.

He also knew that it was not very useful, even if he went to the hospital to see a doctor, he could not solve his practical problems.

If you really want to solve the problem of excessive blood loss, there is only one way to make the bloody villain in the game die less. As long as the bloody villain does not die, he does not have to waste his own blood.

"Cough!" Zhou Wen was walking when he heard the voice of a man coughing in front of him. Looking up, he saw an old man coming over with a bent body. He lowered his head and put one hand in front of his mouth, coughing from time to time.

Zhou Wen didn't care much and went on, but who knew that when the old man was less than three meters away from him, he fell to the ground with a plop.

"Uncle, are you ok?" Zhou Wen went to see the old man.

The old man seemed to have nothingness. Sitting on the ground for a while, he couldn't get up. He said feebly, "it's OK. It's just that when people are old, they will have more diseases. It's useless. After a short rest, they will be OK."

"I'll help you to sit by." Zhou Wen saw a bus stop not far away, where there are benches for passengers to rest.

The old man nodded. Zhou Wen put his arm around him and helped him to the bench to sit down.

Zhou Wen looks at the old man habitually. He should be 70 or 80 years old. His hair is gray and his face is full of wrinkles. However, judging from his thin cheeks and facial features, the old man should be a handsome man when he was young.

Zhou Wen has some pity in his heart. An old man like him is the most tragic generation.

When the storm of different dimensions decreased, it caused great chaos. That decade was the most chaotic and darkest period in the whole human history.

And the root of this chaos is not the terrifying alien creatures, but human beings themselves.

Most of the non dimensional organisms can not break out of the non dimensional domain, so there is no great danger for human beings in other regions except the regions that were occupied by the non dimensional domain.

However, when human beings find that they can become Superman by using dimensional crystals, many human beings who have gained strength expose the darkest and most terrible side of human beings.

In that turbulent and dark era, there were many frightening demons and careerists among human beings. Human beings killed each other, which can be described as a river of blood.

Old man's age, for example, came from that dark age. In that age, he was over the golden age of cultivation, and there was no such stable supply of education and resources as now. Most men of his age did not practice much. Even if they did, most of their achievements were very limited.

It's not a pleasant thing to live to the present without dying in that dark and chaotic era.

The reason is that human beings who have been cultivated since childhood not only have strong immunity and seldom get sick, but also grow old slowly, and their life expectancy has been extended to a certain extent, which is far from the old people of that era.

At the age of 40 or 50, many human beings are almost the same in appearance and state as before.

In the future, even if you are old, you will not be as weak and sick as the old man.

"Uncle, if you're OK, I'll go first." Zhou Wen saw that the old man was in better shape and was ready to leave.

"Young man, meeting is fate. Can you talk with me?" The old man's muddy eyes looked at Zhou Wen, and his voice was weak.

"I can't talk." Zhou Wen said this not to refuse the old man, but he really can't talk.

"Never mind. Let me ask you a few questions." The old man gave a smile, but immediately he coughed again.

"You ask." Zhou Wen stood in front of the bench and said.

He usually plays games and seldom communicates with others. It seems that it's not a bad thing that some people are willing to chat with him.

Of course, the premise is that the old man's question will not make Zhou Wen feel too difficult to answer.

"Do you like women with big breasts or women with small breasts?" The question asked by the old man made Zhou Wen a little surprised.