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In the desert, dusty land, a crimson horse carried a man galloping farther away. There is no end, no goal.

The horse seemed to sense the mood of its master, and let out a high-pitched neighing sound, accompanied by the sound of the wind, and increased its speed.

——!

The wind and sand lapped against her, cutting across her cheeks, and the pain seemed to be cracking, but it didn't seem to make the person feel it in the slightest. But who knows, the pain she has endured is far more than these, just like now, there is a place, very painful, ethereal but extremely heavy and rotten.

Jiang Jiuxiao tightened his grip on the reins, and the speed of the horse slowed down with all his strength under his legs. Her hair was disheveled, and she couldn't see clearly. She controlled the reins so that the horses could walk aside. When she reached a single log, she slowly unsaddled. Then he casually threw the rope on its back, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and slid down on the ground covered with sand and gravel.

The horse did not run around, did not need to be restrained, but approached Jiang Jiuxiao as if it had a spirit, and touched her leg lightly with its thick leg pole. Jiang Jiuxiao raised his head, revealing his dark eyes that were deeper and more hollow than before.

Everything that happened to her was enough to shatter a person's faith and tear up a person's original heart, which should have made people fall into collapse and out of control, but there was only silence in her eyes.

But it's the calm before the storm...... Who knows what will happen in that person's heart?

Jiang Jiuxiao, I don't know what to do.

At least everything Jiang Jiuxiao came into contact with didn't teach her how to solve this kind of problem.

She didn't even know how to express her emotions...... All she knew was that she wanted to go back, back to the twenty-fifth century, so that she wouldn't be lost anymore and wouldn't gradually spiral out of control.

She would rather she still live in the dream that the man weaved, at least then she still had the motivation to move forward, she had a reason to act, everything was to protect him.

In the end, it was her, and it was she who destroyed the person she put on the tip of her heart with her own hands!

Now that he is gone, if Yan Zhaoyu is him, she would rather not appear in his world again, if he is not, but as long as he looks so similar to him, she will not hurt this flower bone.

It's just that the past ten years have been spent just to go back, to see him back, and to find his own organization. Now that the dream is broken, she doesn't hate it, she just hates herself like this, she is out of control and dull, but she can't do anything.

She once told her comrades-in-arms and subordinates, saying-[As soldiers, we are here to protect our family and defend the country!] The nation is our faith. 】

Not bad!

But those moths are still lurking in it, and their imprints are deeply imprinted in her bone marrow. Fortunately, she was taken in by the army, so she didn't completely fall into that life without days and nights, and she couldn't survive but die.

But 'you' told her what should she do?

Is it to accept that she has been washed of her memory and used as a fighting machine?

Or does she have to accept that she was refined into a medicine man in order to protect her relatives, and in the end, she indirectly killed him!?

Now where should she go?

She trains the minds of others and tells them to find themselves. And she's the one who never did...... She was a selfish soldier who wanted nothing more than to fight for him, but she didn't act like that.

She thought she was fighting for her country, and it turned out that she was dealing with the sworn enemy of the underground organization of the scientific research group. The first time she had killed someone, the man who wanted to force herself, she remembered, the man's blood soaked her clothes, sprayed on her face, and blinded her.

- Perhaps, she can ...... too Die.

The green silk was dyed with wind and sand, and it was a lot rougher, and the plain and cold black clothes seemed to be more vivid than her at this time. Finally, she lowered her eyes, hiding the terrifying, hollow but swirling bloody eyes.

If it was Jiang Jiuxiao in normal times, she would definitely notice that someone was following her when she rushed out of the camp, and she could even track them back, but they all said that this was her usual time.

Although this apparent calm is no different, all signs indicate that she is no longer normal. Even if it is an ultra-high-tech computer, it is not eternal after running at high speed for a long time, and it has a lifespan, let alone a person who has been "rusted"?

Not far away, a man stood on a sedan chair, one hand arched over his forehead, as if looking at something.

As soon as he lowered his arm, the man jumped down and landed gently on the ground, kicking up a cloud of mist. "The man stopped under a tree with a crooked neck."