"Sister, tell us about any fun things when you go out this time, both of us are going to suffocate at home. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Carly and Anna, two little girls, pestered the mandala returning from the battle.

"I only know how to play all day long, but is my homework falling behind again!" Mandala asked with a face, at this time she was no longer dressed in military uniform, with the wild clothes unique to the grassland, showing her bewitching beauty hotly.

Her costume was as old as ever, crimson as blood, a color that only she could control.

The two little girls hurriedly defended, "No, no, I don't believe you asked the big chief!" ”

"Hmph, it's the big leader every time, and when the big leader leaves, I'll see who you still use as a shield."

"The big leader is gone, and we have a new leader. And the new leader doesn't look bad, at least he's much more handsome than the big boss. "The two little girls fell into for a while.

The news that Lo was going to relinquish his position as the chief had spread throughout the tribe in the past few days, and it was said that he would be replaced by Van who had been on the battlefield for a while, that is, his son.

Although many people could not understand why he was in such a hurry to make a decision, it is said that this result passed the resolution of all the tribal generals, including the leaders of the five major tribes, so they can only hide their doubts in their hearts. Since the new leader is the son of the big leader, it won't be much worse than if you want to compare.

"You know what, that guy isn't what you think is harmless, he's a million times scarier than you think." Looking at Anna and Carly, who had fallen into a nymphomaniac, Mandala reminded angrily.

"How is that possible! It's not that we haven't been in contact with the young master, and the first to know the identity of the young master is still us. The little girl tilted her head a little proudly.

"Hmph, he can also deceive unworldly children like you two, he has killed more people than you have ever seen, he will be cold-blooded, I am afraid that half of the tribal territory will be frightened."

"Huh? How do you know so clearly, big sister? By the way, I heard that the new leader found you for the first time after fighting away the bugs, right? Don't...... Hey. The two little girls squeezed each other's eyes, as if we both understood.

"What ears are you two little girls chewing?"

"Huh! Eldest sister, don't hide it from us, is there any past between you and the new leader that we don't know~"

"There's a fart past! When I think of that guy, I hate itchy, if it weren't for ......" said this, Mandala suddenly found that the eyes of the two little girls were flashing, and their attention was not on themselves at all, and following their gaze, she found that there was a person standing at the door.

"Why are you here?" She subconsciously stood up.

"Come and have a look." Fan said lightly.

"Mandala, it's not a good practice to speak ill of our boss behind his back when our boss is away." Art poked his head out from the side again.

"Hmph, you're healed, aren't you? Do you want to learn the old lady's fist again? The mandala spat lightly and clenched his fist as hard as iron.

"Cut, you dare to say that while I'm injured, don't forget that I'm the leader, you're just the deputy leader." Art's face was full of disdain.

Mandala was about to have a seizure and thought that there were other people around him, so he could only hold back his anger for the time being, and drove away to the two little girls who were still committing nymphomaniacs on the side, "Let's go, hurry up and do your homework, you can see the excitement." ”

The two little girls reluctantly twisted and walked out. When passing by Fan's side, he didn't forget to raise his shining eyes to look at him, and after Fan's faint smile, he covered his mouth and ran away as if he was blushing.

"Hmph, I can't see it, Captain Fan, who was as cold as a block of ice back then, has now learned to be a sister." Mandala said with some yin and yang weirdness.

"Damn, are you jealous, why does it smell so big!" Art looked like he didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement. Now that Fan is back, he naturally doesn't need to disguise himself, and when his memory is restored, he suddenly becomes the same big grin as before, and because he has been holding it for too long, he is even more active at this time.

"Mother, I'll abolish you!" Mandala became popular for a while, and she always knew that Art's true identity was the only one she had, and she was also the only object that Art's true self could release on weekdays, so after a long time, the relationship between the two improved.

A moment later.

The three of them sat around a round table, the table was full of wine glasses and wine, and Fan gently clasped the translucent wine glass in his hand and looked at the churning ice cubes in it.

Tequila with ice.

He drank it all in one gulp, only to feel the flood of memory surging against the embankment.

How long has it been, how long has it been since he had drunk tequila on the rocks, what has happened in these few short years, is as long and thick as decades. The pungency of the alcohol stimulated his stomach pouch to roll for a while, oh no, he was long gone, and God knows what the thing that replaced that organ now was called.

A lot of things have changed, just like the iced agave in my hand, and I can't get back the taste of the past.

Thoughts drifted away, and Van could finally relax himself, this was a distant ancestral tribe, far away from all his enemies.

"I didn't expect you to hide so much wine, why didn't I know about it before?" Art took a sip of the spirits.

"Drink slowly! That's the old lady's out-of-print vodka! Mandala frowned, and was about to snatch the cow's drink.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing! Wine is meant to be drunk, not to mention spirits, so you have to drink it in a big gulp! With the only hand he could use, Art protected himself as he clutched the bottle.

But in a moment he let out a miserable howl, for his injured hand was being "kneaded" arbitrarily by the mandala.

"The tequila I drink is more expensive than me! Why don't you talk about him! Or is that your bottle of wine for him? Art screamed.

"I don't think you want to live anymore!"

"You didn't want to open a bar here?" Fan suddenly said faintly.

Mandala was stunned, "What kind of bar to open, originally I also wanted to return to the old business, but the tribe is different from other places, there are no points here, and there is not even the concept of currency, and the source of life here depends on the tribe to take care of it, if I open a bar here, I will not pay for death." Mandala smiled bitterly and let go of Art's hand.

"It's really different here, different from any other organization."

"That's why I chose this place to stay." The mandala took a sip of whiskey.

"Back then, in Yama, you said goodbye without saying goodbye, but I didn't expect to meet here today." Fan also took a sip of wine and sighed.

"yes, that's why fate is something like that sometimes." Mandala smiled.

"By the way, what about Angelil? Back then, I saw that that little girl was very interesting to you, and it was thanks to her help that I was able to gather the supplies I left, but I guess with your personality, you must have hurt people in the end. "Maybe it's the power of alcohol, Mandala speaks with a mouthful.

However, she suddenly noticed that when the name Angelil appeared, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became cold. Van was silent, and even more silent was Art.

Silently took a sip of spicy wine, "She's dead." When Van said this, his tone was flat and cold, and he tried to calm himself to face this fact, but in fact, his whole body was trembling, trembling so much that he could barely grasp the wine glass.

Van always thought he had forgotten, but unfortunately he never did. How many sleepless nights, Angelil's resentful words before her death were like a sharp blade cutting Fan's flesh and blood again and again, and she was in pain.

"I ...... I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to. Mandala didn't expect that this was a joke of hers, and it would be involved in such a result.

Art lowered his head reproachfully at this time, the scene in the wilderness clearly appeared in his mind, if it wasn't for saving him, Angelil would definitely be fine.

He whispered in pain, "Boss...... I'm sorry...... If it hadn't been for me......"

Holding the wine glass tightly in his hand, Fan slowly opened his closed eyes, "The past, let it pass, that's my own choice, I don't blame you, you don't need to blame yourself." ”

The heavy atmosphere made the three of them speechless, and the atmosphere of the conversation dropped to freezing point for a while.

After taking a hard sip of whiskey, Mandala wiped his mouth vigorously before saying, "Let's tell you what happened to you underground, how did you defeat that giant worm?" You must know that the last scene can be passed on by the warriors. She tried to change the subject in this way.

"There's not much to say, I won hard and I was lucky. This is the first time I've confronted the Peak Zerg head-on, but fortunately, Chizai has consumed a lot of its strength before, and I succeeded in a sneak attack with another blow, otherwise, it would probably win in the end. Van replied lightly.

"Oh? Not necessarily, right? You're chasing it underground, and I've never seen a Zerg flee without a fight. ”

"It was trying to deliver the message, not running away without a fight, and even if I was lucky enough to defeat it in the end, it was with some luck." Speaking of this, Van couldn't help but think of the last blow of the giant worm that day, although on the surface he almost avoided the bite, but in fact it was not, if it wasn't for the close armor that the dragon gave him, Borahl's last blow was enough to disembowel him.

It was also with this blow that the Brahman understood the weight of this gift. What can resist the ten patterns and dominate a blow unscathed, as Long said that day, it is estimated that there is no second one in this world.

"Well, I didn't expect to see you for so long, but you've become much more humble." Mandala shrugged.

"How did you get here?" Taking a deep breath of the spicy alcohol, Van began to spread his thoughts, which was exactly what he was for, and sometimes alcohol could indeed make people forget their troubles.

"Actually, there's nothing worth telling," Mandala shook his head, his bewitching body looked a little sluggish at this moment, "After leaving Yama, I walked aimlessly in the border wilderness, and soon exhausted all the food, so I had to hunt the Zerg to feed my stomach, and then I was targeted by a huge Insect Army, and I was rescued when I was dying, and then I was brought here in a daze." ”

"That's it?"

"That's all." Mandala said lightly.

Van took a deep look at the mandala, the danger of walking alone in the wilderness, he couldn't be clearer, behind the mandala's understatement, there was definitely a cruel bloody storm.

"What about you, Art, how did you 'live' up, I obviously watched you get stabbed back then."

Slowly exhaled, the active Art also fell silent, falling into the memories of the past, "I thought I was dead back then, but then Yang Feng rescued me, and when I woke up, everything changed, I lost my memory, and everything about the past disappeared without a trace." They nurture me again and make me more cold-blooded, just as the Angels of Death have to be cruel. ”

"Later I found out that I was actually different from them, and I could have both abilities at the same time. Then I was sent to Yama to capture you, and the rest ......."

"A woman in white saved us, and then she disguised you as me and was taken away by Luo."

"Yes." Nodding.

"So Yang Feng has mastered the secret of dual abilities." Van spoke softly, "Otherwise, he wouldn't have let you do such a mission." ”

"The Angels of Death have been restless for the past few years, they have gone south to encroach on a lot of Yama's territory, their sphere of influence has expanded a lot, and from what we have received, they seem to have mastered a very powerful ability that has caused the Yamas to retreat step by step on the frontal battlefield." Mandala said.

"The Ice Weapon Project, the Dual Abilities, the DA-EI, if it weren't for the Death Angel's extreme cold, its sphere of influence wouldn't be limited to what it is now. And Yang Feng's appetite is not just satisfied with an angel of death, he has found the right opponent, Yama, who is overly dependent on foreign objects, is just a waste organization that is strong on the outside and dry in the middle. ”

"Maybe." After taking a deep look at Brahman, Mandala felt a lot of emotion in his heart, if such words came out of other people's mouths, it was nothing more than a momentary arrogance, but when he said it in Brahman's mouth, it was really full of weight, because he had this qualification and this strength, as an existence that had stood at the top of the human race, he had the ability to look down on sentient beings, and even an organization.

How long has it been? When he left the Angel of Death, Van was just a fifth-level reformed warrior. At that time, he was a soldier in the face of any pursuit, and now? I'm afraid that with the strength of an organization, I can let him face it up to a little.

But what kind of experience can make a person take such a terrible leap in just a few years? She didn't know, but it must have been a bloody journey, and perhaps no one but Fan would be able to survive.

The crescent moon hung high, reflecting the drunken three, his hands propped up on the railing, Van squinted his eyes and looked to the east, full of wine gasps with spicy, you can imagine how much he drank.

"What are you thinking?" The red-faced mandala leaned on Fan's shoulder, sighing softly in response to Art's snoring.

"Thinking about the past, thinking about the present, thinking about the future."

"You're always so preoccupied, and sometimes I wonder if you're a human or a machine." Grabbing Brahman's arm, the drunk mandala could barely stand up.

"It's a man, and it's a machine."

"Then our future tribal leader, can I have the honor of knowing your future plans?" The scarlet lips were almost close to Fan's ear, and the power of alcohol had made the mandala completely psychedelic.

"You've drunk too much." Holding the almost soft mandala with both hands, the close-fitting Fan could completely feel the two masses of the other party as turbulent as ever.

"I didn't drink much...... mandala red lips opened and closed slightly, almost squeezing his body into Fan's arms.

If one of her subordinates were here, they would be shocked to see the usually iron-blooded mandala like this.

"You're really drinking too much." With a soft sigh and holding the crumbling mandala, Van laid her flat on the bed and covered the quilt.

Then he returned to the window and looked to the east.

"Angel of Death...... No, before that, there was a Yama ......"

The moonlight was like washing, how many green silk were blown by the wind, and Fan stood lonely in front of the window, like a statue.

No one knew what was going on in his twinkling eyes.

A tear slowly left the corner of his eye, and the mandala turned over to wipe away the tears, many things if he couldn't say it at the beginning, he might never have a chance again in this life.

There was no room for her in Fan's world, and she knew that even if she was close to him, there was not the slightest trace of her existence in his eyes.

"Yama ......" Fan's whisper she heard in her ears, although she didn't know what happened back then, but the girl named Angelil, the huge impact on Fan, maybe even Fan himself didn't know.

Go to sleep.

Mandala closed his eyes.

Tomorrow, she will still wear a mask of pride. (To be continued.) )