This is the only time Han Yao stayed in the mission world until his old age, Bai Zheyu resigned from the position of vice president after the age of thirty and hung up an idle position, and spent every day accompanying Han Yao.

Han Yao left first, until the previous moment, Bai Zheyu held Han Yao's hand tightly and refused to let go, time went by, Bai Zheyu had long since lost the scenery of his youth, and Han Yao lying on the hospital bed had long been dying.

Han Yao used his last strength to show Bai Zheyu a smile, just like when he was young, Bai Zheyu sat in the classroom, and the short-haired boy looked back and smiled, with endless warmth and sunshine, sprinkled in his heart, never faded away.

Han Yao's hand fell slowly, the light in Bai Zheyu's eyes slowly dimmed, and he could no longer find a trace of a meteor falling, he didn't cry, just kissed Han Yao's cheek gently, and whispered, "I'll be with you soon." ”

Han Yao and Bai Zheyu did not give birth to offspring in their lives, Bai Zheyu took care of the afterlife of Han Yao, left a suicide note, held Han Yao's ashes and took sleeping pills, and never woke up.

How could I be left alone without your world?

You're so afraid of being alone, how can I be willing to let you go on the road alone?

Bai Zheyu's body was found the next day, and the person who found it was Li Xuan's son Li Haoqi, Li Xuan specially instructed Li Haoqi to let him help take care of his little niece.

Li Haoqi has known since he was a child that this cousin, who is much older than himself, has a cousin-in-law who loves her very much, and the cousin is very good to herself and likes herself, but every time her cousin-in-law looks at her, her eyes are strange.

When he grew up, he knew that it was because his cousin-in-law loved his cousin too much, and after receiving the news of his cousin's death, Li Haoqi guessed it, and his cousin-in-law must have ......

I just didn't expect that day to come so quickly.

The suicide note simply explained the future generations of the two, Han Yao doesn't like to be buried in the ground, she said that it was too cold, and who would remember herself after a few decades, she said that after she died, she must scatter the ashes in the sea, so that she can go with the flow to every corner of the world.

Li Haoqi followed the suicide note and scattered the ashes of Han Yao and Bai Zheyu in the same sea area, hoping that they could still rely on each other after their deaths.

Back in the space, Han Yao sat on the ground, holding her legs, the sadness in her heart did not dissipate for a long time, yes, how did she forget, she was still alive, living alone.

In the days to come, there will be no more wide and warm arms for her to rest, obviously a happy ending, obviously both of them are together for the rest of their lives, but why are they still so uncomfortable.

A lament rang out in the space, "Do you know how long you've been in the mission world?" Fifty years. With a hint of anger, but also with helplessness.

Obviously, at the beginning, Han Yao cherished time more than anyone else, but now......

Fifty years? But why did she think it was only a few days?

"Do you know what year it is?"

Han Yao stood up a little shaky, his eyes were red, and he cried a little, "Apocalypse...... Year 118. ”

The cold voice seemed to be a little helpless about Han Yao's current state, and he didn't say anything for a long time, and Han Yao only stood in place with his head half-hung down, and there was silence in the space.

Bai Zheyu's life has come to an end, and she has to continue to go on the road alone.

In mid-air, a vivid royal blue rose appeared out of thin air, suspended in mid-air, with a soft blue light around it, Han Yao stretched out his hand to catch it, and when he was about to touch the branch, the blooming rose fell a petal.

The flower swayed and fell in the air, and finally landed in Han Yao's palm, Han Yao closed his hands and tried to hold it, but the petals turned into quicksand and slipped away from between his fingers.

The royal blue rose flowers are still suspended in mid-air, still showing the most beautiful posture.

Han Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth were a little far-fetched, "My memory ....."

"The memories of this world will accompany you through every world, I can't seal it, I hope you take this as a warning and don't do such things again."

One hundred and eighteen years of the Apocalypse, the New World.

Objective: Qi Moxuan

During the period of chaos, all forces enclosed the land and contained each other, and in the middle of the various spheres of influence was Huacheng.

Huacheng is located in the center, and although all forces covet it, they dare not act rashly.

On both sides of the street, rickshaw drivers gather in groups for lunch, and the occasional car or two passing by splashes dust.

In such a period of scuffle, those who can afford to drive a car are by no means ordinary people, either powerful or powerful.

Cars are rare in other places, but in Birch City, they are not uncommon.

With the help of the surrounding forces, Huacheng is also stable and stable, with rapid development in all walks of life.

Birch City, Lixing.

Star is the largest dance hall in Huacheng, and many wealthy people come here every day to relax.

With the powerful force behind him, no one dares to make trouble in Lixing.

At the door of Lixing, a pitch-black sedan stopped, and a long figure in a dark blue coat walked out of the car, with delicate facial features and a tall nose bridge, even under the colorful lights, it still exudes an indifferent and ascetic atmosphere.

The indifferent and detached temperament on the body reveals this dignity, and the people around him are careful and respectfully following the side and nodding their heads, with a flattering smile on their faces.

The thin lips were almost straightened, and the expression on his face remained the same, but the people around him kept their mouths shut.

The middle-aged cabaret owner with a big belly wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Please here, please here." ”

The cautious and respectful attitude surprised everyone in the dance hall, who didn't know that this Wang Dacai was in this birch city with his brother in the north.

opened Lixing, that is never to give face to anyone, even if a rich person comes to him, this is definitely to give him face, never to let him meet in person, and he is so stammered.

It's only afternoon, and Lixing hasn't officially opened yet, and the guys are still cleaning up idly.

"Go, go, go," Wang Dacai pushed away the guy who was in the way, and immediately changed into clothes and looked respectful, "You here, please." ”

wiped the non-existent ash on the seat with his sleeve, and Wang Dacai asked someone to sit down with a flattering face.

The visitor's legs were crossed, the belt restrained the thin waist, the thighs wrapped in dark blue pants revealed the strength that was ready to attack, and even though the eyebrows were full of murderous aura, there was still an aura of ascetic indifference on his face.

The more indifferent and abstinent he is, the more people can't help but tear off that clothes and look at his crazy indulgence.

Dressed in a black tight lace dress, with blood-like red lips slightly hooked, Han Yao leaned on the railing on the second floor and looked at the scene below with interest.

The natural charm and lazy temperament, even if you are just standing, make people can't help but feel your blood gushing.