Foreword:

Of course you can quote famous quotes when explaining the truth, but the famous quotes may not be correct, and the truth is not as useful as physics.

——Fox Husband

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On November 1st, the early morning mist had not completely dispersed.

The volcanic city of Eureka has ushered in a new sunrise. The sun should be new, and so may everything.

Faye Frosalin, who was struggling in her uniform, thought this way - would it be too late to give in and surrender completely?

But day by day, this dark cage seemed to show no sign of opening. No matter how she called for [Heavenly Grant], the aura that had always protected her, harmed her, helped her and even killed her - had disappeared.

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Xueming and Meteor sat on the railing of the frigate Siberia, gradually watching the warship approach the shore, seeing the port of Adulis getting closer and closer, and seeing a vast ocean of golden wheat ears.

Finally it’s time to say goodbye——

"——Axing."

Bu Liuxing was still talking and laughing, and he couldn't stop talking about family matters.

"Brother Ming! Shanshan is born! It's a girl!"

Xueming: "You said it was the third time. I know - I don't know who it is that has been pregnant for three years."

"Hey! Hey hey!~" Meteor leaned against Xueming's side and pushed Xueming with his elbow. It was easy for him to bully the gunsmith with his abundant big wolf essence, "Hey, tell me, you

Let’s talk about it! Let’s have a baby kiss! How about your three younger brothers competing for my daughter?”

Xueming was squeezed by the strong man and hid in the direction of the ship: "Their stories must be written by themselves - I don't like arranged marriages."

"It's finally over!" Meteor opened his arms and hooked on the guardrail like a starfish, "It's finally over! ~ Finally I can take a rest! ~ Brother Ming! Let's go traveling! ~ I have many places to visit

Go!~"

Jiang Xueming: "Occasionally, I don't really like going out, especially when traveling far away."

Bu Liuxing: "We have traveled so far! It must be 10,000 kilometers, right?!"

Jiang Xueming: "If you include the round trip, it should be more than 28,000 kilometers, taking a boat, walking, riding a motorcycle, and paragliding."

Bu Liuxing's eyes widened——

"-Wow!"

Jiang Xueming: "Thank you, Axing. Without your company, I wouldn't have been able to walk this far."

"Why are you saying that you have all these things?~" Meteor looked embarrassed and smiled so much that he couldn't even see his eyes: "I'm just telling you! Let's get together! We will definitely kill each other - the first time I saw you

, I knew you were a reliable person!"

When the crying general opened his eyes again, his companions were gone.

It's like a gust of wind that comes and goes without a trace, slipping away from your fingertips, and you can't hold it tightly no matter what.

He was originally still greedy for pleasure, wanted to ask questions clearly, and wanted to kill both innocence and romance——

"——Brother Ming, I have turned into green gold..."

There is no answer to this question, because in the story of Chivalry, the sharp knife will always be rusty, but the chivalrous heart will always be young.

Perhaps in a few decades, Ah Xing will gradually grow up, and Xueming's story will eventually be told.

There are historical records of the longevity green gold wolf that can live for more than 1,200 years, which is unimaginable for Homo sapiens.

Meteor was about to sell a blood donation package for BOSS, and was going to have a serious discussion with Brother Ming on how to spend the next hundred years, or even the next thousand years - this is why it is difficult for Lezi people to grow old.

But Xueming didn't give the good brother this chance, just like the chance encounter in Seat 15B, Car 13, Platform 3.

In an encounter, the first sentence is not a formal greeting.

So when saying goodbye, the last words are definitely not goodbye.

The pilot pulled the whistle, and the Adulis Port was bustling with people. Bu Mei suddenly seemed to be lost, and he only felt that everything was so noisy and yet so quiet.

The anonymous elites disembarked one by one and slowly walked towards the Luna Best Stadium amid flower petals and ribbons, salutes and cheers - he seemed to have become the center of the world and the protagonist of the story.

The partners never mentioned the gunsmith again, including all the insiders of Operation Autumn Harvest. Even if there is no military order and confidentiality contract, even if there is no [Hell Highway] to rewrite it under hypnosis, it seems that this unspoken rule has become a tacit understanding.

Interesting Internet Facts.

The review ceremony that went around the stadium was over, but Bu Liuxing just kept crying.

His too slow brain finally realized and finally reacted——

——The people who should stay in this stadium to listen to the cheers have long since escaped secretly.

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"Mr. Zhang, your lunch is ready. There is a small problem with the luggage check-in service." The stewardess with a sweet voice said to Xueming: "When you get off at the Mimir Hot Spring Market platform,

Remember to deal with it."

Jiang Xueming nodded, his heart suddenly thumped.

The baggage he wants to check is Beloberg.

It was impossible for this divine sword to be left on the ship, and the organization department did not tell him what to do. Regarding the evacuation plan for Shambhala - all signs indicated that Ao Ruimingde seemed to want the gunsmith to come back to the forefront.

Just when he was immersed in thought and troubled by Belloberg's promise to return home, a fireman came from the direction of the commander's cabin.

"hero..."

Jiang Xueming quickly raised his hand to interrupt: "No! No, no! Please, living ancestor."

The stoker watched around and whispered cautiously: "Are you on a secret mission?"

Jiang Xueming: "Indeed."

"I can't believe it." Mr. Stoker couldn't hold back his joy. "When the ocean airlines and the railway shipping department sent the photos, the conductor and I were shocked..."

"We asked, who is this bold and shameless thief who dares to steal cultural relics from the War History Museum..."

"Belloberg, oh my god, Belloberg..."

"Who can guess the result? Who dares to imagine? The hero from historical legends comes to me again...I..."

Before he finished speaking——

——The gunsmith seems to have undergone this kind of torture many times.

He held down the stoker's shoulders, and the gloves blocked SD's special psychic power very well.

"I know, let's go through the process."

"Do you have a kid?"

Stoker: "Yes... yes..."

Jiang Xueming tore off a page of the diary, signed it, and drew a simple drawing of the gunsmith in Morpho Clothes.

"Boy or girl?"

Stoker: "Uh... I have an eldest daughter."

Xueming added a few fireworks to the simple drawing, drew a pink bow on the beloberg, and asked casually: "How many sons are there?"

Stoker: "Two younger sons."

I followed the same pattern, like a human-shaped printing machine, repeated three drawings, and finally signed them one by one.

"Give."

The stoker quickly collected these tokens——

"——Thank you, thank you."

Xueming: "Help me send the things to Mimir's logistics system to Saladin. I want to go to Saladin."

Stoker: "Understood!"

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The traffic lights outside the car window flew by.

The rumble of the steel wheels rolling against the rails was like a heartbeat.

Lonely and empty caves, deep and narrow tunnels, hot elevated suspension bridges, and cold winding mountain walkways.

Familiar scenery from the past kept flashing before my eyes, and across thousands of mountains and rivers, I could occasionally see people, or platform chandeliers in the darkness, or village markets under the light of Xin Wang.

The pen wrote and crossed out in the diary, crossed out and continued writing.
To be continued...