Yan Murong needs to vent, and only when she vents the anger in her heart will she feel comfortable.

When Yang Duo gave the order to the lieutenant officer, the group of soldiers immediately swarmed up, the muzzle of the gun was reversed, and the butt of the rifle became the sharpest weapon. Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of glass breaking in the hospital hall, mixed with the screams of some doctors on duty.

Several policemen were dumbfounded, standing there stunned and at a loss, looking at the soldiers who were eyeing each other, neither moving nor leaving, they could only watch their unscrupulous "murder".

The middle-aged doctor was also frightened, and when the two soldiers pointed their guns at him, he could no longer stand, and sat down on the ground, his face pale with fright, and his lips trembled uncontrollably, and in a short time there was a puddle of foul-smelling yellow liquid on the marble floor.

On the first floor of the hospital, in addition to the pharmacy, there are some doctors' offices and emergency rooms, so you don't have to worry about other patients.

Five minutes later, all the soldiers walked back, and after Yang Duo asked the lieutenant officer to bring the person back the way he came, he walked to Yan Murong's side and asked. "Satisfied?"

"It's much more comfortable." Yan Murong nodded, got up from the ground, patted his slightly cold buttocks, pulled Su Qingwu up, turned around and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" Yang Duo chased after him and asked.

"Go home." Yan Murong said expressionlessly.

"What about the doctor?"

"You can do it, just don't let him live too comfortably." ――

At night, the coolness is getting thicker, and the dim street lamps drag the figures of the two people into a long and narrow way.

After coming out of the hospital, the anger in Yan Murong's heart dissipated a lot, but he always felt extremely awkward in his heart.

"Don't think about it." Su Qingwu grabbed his arm and said softly. "People always have to experience failure in this life, and you can't be blamed for that."

"Whew-"

Yan Murong let out a long breath, stood still, turned his head to look at Su Qingwu, and said. "I know that I can face defeat calmly, but I always feel a little awkward, and I can't say why."

"It's because you've been too successful before." Su chuckled. "The reason why you're uncomfortable is because you haven't really come to terms with it - your medical skills are better than those doctors, but that doesn't mean you can live the dead. They have to witness countless deaths every day, and if they were like you, the hospital would simply go out of business. ”

As he spoke, Su Qingwu sent Yan Murong's arm away, turned around and walked in front of him, stretched out ten Qianqian jade fingers, gently rubbed Yan Murong's somewhat pale cheeks, and said softly. "Tired, aren't you?"

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded, reached out to hold Su Qingwu's slightly cool hand, but his heart was a lot calmer.

"When we're tired, let's go rest." Su Qingwu smiled and pointed to an express hotel not far away. "Just go there."

"Not going home?" Yan Murong was a little surprised, why did this woman suddenly become so gentle today? actually offered to open a room.

As soon as he thought of opening a room, Yan Murong couldn't help but think of the last time he went to open a room with Su Qingwu. Before they could get to the point, they were raided by the police, and as a result, both of them entered the bureau.

Thinking of this, Yan Murong laughed, and the trace of awkwardness in his heart disappeared.

The night in Yanjing is late, but in the distant Italian island of Sicily, the sky is already bright.

Sicily is a subtropical region, so even in winter, the temperature here is more than 10 degrees above zero – in layman's terms, this place is southern Italy.

By the sea, the morning sun is rising.

The sun has already crossed the sea level, and the golden light spreads over the vast sea, and the whole scenery is as beautiful as a fairy tale.

The sea is not too big, and the seagulls that get up early are constantly circling and diving on the sea. And on the sand, which is golden in the sun, there is a wheelchair parked. There was a person sitting in the wheelchair, and behind the wheelchair, there was an old man with a blank face.

"Ares, you say, how long has it been since I've seen the sunrise?" The man in the wheelchair asked, but the voice was hoarse and unpleasant like a machine without oil.

"Master, it's been eight years and one hundred and fifty-three days." Ares spoke in a flat voice.

"yes, it's been so long." Kronos sighed under his breath. After a brief silence, asked. "You say, how long will I live?"

"Eternity!" Ares said loudly. "Master, let's go back, it's cold outside."

"No, you don't." Kronos nodded, staring at the endless sea with the godless eyes of a dying old man under his mask. "Eternity is just people's desire for life, no one can be eternal, and neither can God."

"Ares, I want to go out for a walk." Kronos said suddenly.

"Master, your body doesn't allow it." Ares' tone was full of worry.

"It's okay, I can't die with you."

"W-okay." Ares asked, opening his mouth, but not disobeying his master's wishes. "Master, where do you want to go? Is it Venice, or is it Milan? ”

"Go to Huaxia." Kronos whispered.

"What? Going to Huaxia? Ares was shocked. Master, your body does not allow you to arrange such a long trip. ”

"I've decided, you go arrange the plane." Kronos waved his hand unquestionably, directly interrupting Ares's words. "To be honest, I'm fed up with this kind of life, so I'm going to find Yan Murong and ask him to treat my illness."

"Master—"

"Needless to say." Kronos interrupted. "I know you've met him, so let's go get ready for the plane, and by the way, call Artemis and let her accompany me."

"The mad woman?" Ares was a little surprised. "Master, why did you take that crazy woman? I can be transfigured. ”

"Is she a madwoman?" Kronos chuckled. "Yes, she's a madwoman, but she's also our moon goddess, so she seems to have been locked up for a long time, right?"

"Yes." Ares nodded. "I don't understand why she didn't come out – if she wanted to, nothing could stop her."

"Hehe, she's waiting." Kronos laughed. "I'm waiting for me to release her myself. Alright, you go and do your errands, and leave me alone. ”

Ares nodded, and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of Ares leaving, Kronos stretched out his hand and trembled and wiped the mask on his face, and with a force, the mask that had been with him for many years was torn in half.

Behind the mask, there was a pale cheek like a dead man!