PS: When I go home tomorrow... there will probably be another chapter after 12 o'clock
PS2: If there is no update before 3 p.m. tomorrow, it means there is really no update. (I am recommending the hard worker who stopped updating...)
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Lang Xue looked at Wei Jier who fell on the ground and frowned. She didn't expect that she would be followed to her destination without warning. This was absolutely impossible to happen before.
Lang Xue couldn't help but reflect on her recent slack. The relationship between companions is only absolutely reliable when they are of mutual use. If she indulges in her friendship with Su Zuo, it will make her weaker and more vulnerable.
, that would be putting the cart before the horse.
As for the police officer girl in front of her, Lang Xue couldn't help but have a headache. Of course she knew that Su Zuo knew her and had a good relationship with her. Su Zuo would be very sad if she died, so he couldn't kill her.
Looking at the small wooden house in front of him with some regret, Langxue opened the door, picked up Wei Jier and dragged her into the wooden house.
Compared with the original empty and simple house, the current wooden house is undoubtedly much more crowded and enriched. Almost every newly added item carries Langxue's precious memories, but now he has to say goodbye to them.
Lang Xue carried Wei Jie'er to the bed, let her lie down, and felt her body temperature. It seemed a little cold. Maybe it would be better to raise the fire, but Lang Xue recalled what Su Zuo had told her about "carbon monoxide".
Poisoned" and the like, she finally gave up. Although Lang Xue couldn't understand the specific content, she could understand Su Zuo's meaning - lighting a charcoal fire in a closed environment may lead to poisoning.
After picking up the blanket on the bedside and looking around the nostalgic cabin, Langxue threw Quinchel to the ground at Wei Jier's feet, then closed the door and locked the house.
This level of obstruction could be split open by Wei Jie'er after she woke up, so Lang Xue was not afraid that Wei Jie'er would starve to death.
For Lang Xue, being blocked by gangsters or members of forces such as the Crow's Golden Lock has happened countless times in the past. She has become accustomed to changing her footing like this.
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Holding the quilt in his arms, a piece of snowflake suddenly fell on the quilt. Lang Xue couldn't help but raise his head and look at the sky where snowflakes were falling continuously.
"It's snowing..." Lang Xue tugged on his scarf, covered his cheeks, and walked deeper into the snowy alley.
The back of the lonely girl with thin shoulders looks a bit fragile, but don't forget that from the beginning, the lonely wolf girl only needs to be alone to survive in the cruel Wenning District.
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Snowing.
It has been a long time since it snowed during the day in Wenning District.
In the square of the new district, there were excited children chasing snowflakes, laughing and running in groups from the windows. Children are so good at forgetting, even though only three months had passed since the horrific attack.
In the room with the fire burning, the tall old man with light red hair coughed twice. The cold air made his body a little worse. Years of battlefield life had destroyed this originally strong body, including stomach problems, pneumonia, rhinitis,
Frostbite, once winter arrived, minor illnesses and ailments like this would continue to plague him.
The old man looked at the time, put on his long robe, and walked out of the house.
"Mr. Allen, do you want to go to church again?" When the pious poor lady saw the old man's figure, she couldn't help but draw a prism on her chest, "May the gods protect you."
"Mrs. Martha? Your piety will be seen by the gods." The old man replied. Even if he feels unwell, he can only go to the church to listen to the voices of the priests and gods. It is a daily routine.
Okay, this is what the old man who has been a believer of the gods all his life has been insisting on.
"Is it Mr. Allen? Rod! Quick! Lower your head and thank the great benefactor who saved you! Mr. Allen, this child's younger brother is about to be born. Can I name him after you?!"
The man passing by simply saw the old man from a distance and couldn't help but rush to the old man's side with his children in hand and bow to him repeatedly.
No one knew what this respectable old man did before. Before the Wings of Truth incident, everyone nearby thought that the old man was just an ordinary lonely old man.
But as the attack happened, everything before it became unimportant. The old man who suddenly took action showed his strong combat power, throwing dung forks repeatedly and shooting down all the dozen "flying demons" that attacked the nearby neighborhood.
They also lifted up the ruins that had been destroyed by the bombing and saved countless people who were buried by the explosion.
The man and his son were obviously also people who had received favor from the old man.
"This is what I should do, Mr. Ned." The old man has a very good memory. He remembers the names of every believer who often goes to church.
After saying goodbye to the man, the old man slowly walked towards the church under the admiring and grateful eyes of the neighbors on both sides of the street.
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Kneeling in front of the portraits of the gods, the old man named Allen couldn't help but feel a faint sense of peace of mind, and the double nightmare that haunted his body and mind had faded a lot.
"Mr. Allen, you're here again." He seemed to feel a little helpless for this devout believer who came every day. After the old man finished praying, the church priest Kneiting came down and helped the old man up, "I should say
However, your body needs to rest and you should not engage in any strenuous activities."
The old man lowered his eyelids calmly: "It is my honor to die for the gods, priest. If I die on the way to worship the gods, then it is my honor, madam."
"Mr. Allen, you should know that your body has been very resistant to magical magic after too many magical treatments. If you don't take good care of your body, you will really get seriously ill. With my experience,
The level of divine magic cannot help you."
Unlike ordinary citizens who know nothing, Kneiting knows that the old man named Allen is actually about the same age as Cromwell, but he looks older. This is because compared to Cromwell
Will, the old man suffered more injuries on the battlefield and was saved from near death many times by divine magic. His vitality was severely overdrawn.
Originally, this respectable old man should have been awarded glory, power and money like Cromwell after he retired from the army. However, the old man rejected all of these and just wanted to be quiet in one place.
It's a remote place, but you can spend the rest of your life listening to the teachings of the gods.
And it was precisely because of the old man's help that Kneitin was able to protect the church from the siege of the Wings of Truth three months ago, and later entrusted the safety of the church to the old man while he rushed to the police station.
Protect the Duchess of Silver Rose.
In response to Knetin's words, the old man just shook his head lightly: "Priest, I have something to do tonight, so I will leave first."
Faced with the old man's persistence, Kneiting could only sigh helplessly: "Please be careful on the road."
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After leaving the church, the old man was alone, walking slowly in the snow. He bought some food at the market. Compared with the prosperity a few months ago, the new district now feels a bit deserted, a bit like Wings of Truth.
The building ruins caused by the attack have not yet been cleared, which only deepens this atmosphere.
Since the attack three months ago, the people of Wenning District in the new district have felt quite insecure. Most of the people who can settle in the new district are devout believers who have converted to the Church of the Gods. For those who
To the Nanling extremists, they are unforgivable traitors.
However, all this does not seem to have any impact on the elderly.
After returning home, the old man who lived alone randomly mixed minced meat and vegetables and stewed a pot of chowder that could not be said to be inedible, but could not be said to be delicious. He ate it with black bread.
Decades of daily battlefield career have made him accustomed to such a life.
It has been five or six years since he was discharged from the army, but the old man has always felt that although his body has been discharged from the army, his soul has stayed with the gods and his comrades who have become heroic spirits on the battlefield that is empty except for fighting and disputes.
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After dinner, the old man opened the box, picked one from a dozen logging axes, and weighed it in his hand. Although in the later period of his career as an officer, the old man used more long swords, but it was engraved in his bones.
Something deep in his consciousness kept reminding him that he was just a heavy infantryman standing on the front line of the battlefield. His shield and one-handed battle ax were his real weapons.
Picking up the logging ax and putting on the black cloak, the old man seemed to have returned to the original battlefield——
After a long journey of 30 kilometers, what stood in front of them, who were panting, was the elite regular army of the Nanling Kingdom who were resting and waiting for work. Even the logistics troops hauling armors were abandoned in the rear under the order of a rapid march.
The enemies they have to face, in addition to the elite Nanling Guards, which are all composed of immortal species, are also the strongest troops of the Nanling people - a dozen dragon knights riding giant dragons.
And there, he, who was called a heavy infantryman, only had the thinnest and crudest equipment on his body, and all his protection and weapons were just a shield in his left hand and a one-handed battle ax in his right hand.
There were all enemies in front of them, countless people, countless enemies, and countless Nanling people. In unspeakable and huge fear, they were routed by the Nanling army.
In front of and behind them were all Nanling people with black robes and armor, black hair and black eyes. After this battle, the 107th Heavy Infantry Brigade, with a total establishment of 1,400 people, was left with only one recruit. Although he was just a recruit, he was frightened.
Allen passed out, but luckily survived.
"Alan is a coward. If there is a war, just hide behind the shield and let us deal with the enemy!"
"Alan, you are so tall, why are you so timid? Look, it's just an ax. It's like chopping firewood. Just chop it down hard."
"Alan Alan! Look what delicious food we stole from the kitchen!"
"Ellen Ellen!"
"Ellen Ellen!"
"Ellen Ellen!"
The old man opened the door and walked into the heavy snow at night.
The tall but cowardly coward Allen died in his first battle. Since then, the soldier Allen has lived on the battlefield with the Nanling people and never left.
Except for war and faith, there is nothing left in Allen's life.