readx;?10 years. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info short but long ten years.

The human world has been reshaped, as if there is a mysterious will leading them, just like the ubiquitous faint black mist, which people believe is the power of God.

Only the power of the gods can help humans clean up the Zerg and rebuild the world.

Of course, the survivors will not forget a name, it was his sacrifice that brought peace to the entire human world.

"Father, father!" The young child ran across the long green field and stumbled into the man's arms.

"Ah Ming, you're in trouble again?" The man hugged the child dotingly, and the erosion of time left mottled marks on his face.

The child looked at his father's eyes with great attention, and what emanated from the bottomless pupils of the pool of green water was a sadness that he did not understand at this age.

"No, Ah Ming didn't get into trouble, it was Aunt Mandala who asked me to tell you that Lord Bolahel was born with a new life!"

"Oh? Is it? When the man heard this, he got up and walked away with the child in his arms.

The grassland under the sunset is filled with the fragrance of happiness, there is no war, no casualties, everything seems so calm, so peaceful.

Thinking in a daze, a black object the size of a human head suddenly burst out of the grass and grabbed the child's arm in an instant, this is a Zerg lurker, still in its infancy judging by its size.

Surprisingly, in the face of the sudden appearance of the Zerg, there was no panic on the faces of the man and the child, but the child grinned and grabbed the young lurker, "Xiao Hei, you are naughty again, I have already discovered you!" You can't scare me this time! ”

The lurker named Blackie hissed unhappily like a human and quickly vanished.

"Hey, Xiao Hei is angry again! But Ah Ming grows up very fast, if it doesn't work hard, it won't be able to scare Ah Ming anymore! Ah Ming said proudly with a childish little face.

Hearing this, the man smiled slightly, and gently scratched the child's nose, "You can't be complacent, your Uncle Fan is much more powerful than you at your age." ”

"Father, you always say where Uncle Van is! Ah Mingke has always admired him, when will I see Uncle Fan? ”

The child's unscrupulous words were like a sharp blade piercing the man's heart, and at this moment he suddenly felt a suffocating pain, and he sighed sadly, "Wait, when you grow up and become stronger, you will see Uncle Fan." ”

"Oh." Ah Ming nodded as if he didn't understand.

Too many changes have taken place in the past ten years, making this cheerful man in the past as silent and steady as he is now. Feeling the ubiquitous faint black mist in the air, the man murmured softly, "Is that you?" Is that you. ”

He believed that yes, if not, why would the Black Mist kill all the Zerg, leaving only the subordinates belonging to Borahel? And why can it lead mankind to reshape the world and kill those conspiring careerists?

The Zerg flying all over the grassland have merged with humans, and the terrifying race that once avoided them like tigers coexisted peacefully with humans under the guidance of the black fog.

What kind of power can do this? He believed it was him, and he always believed so.

"You're here." The woman at work stopped what she was doing, and she was surrounded by a dozen huge insect eggs, which were about to burst out of their shells judging by the germinating state of these eggs.

"Well, it's okay." The man put down Ah Ming and took over the work in the woman's hands.

"Little Ah Ming, I'll talk to your father for a while, you can go play by yourself first." The woman rubbed Ah Ming's cheek dotingly and smiled.

"Then I'll leave Aunt Mandala, let's talk." The feisty Ah Ming disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe, he's really like you when you were younger." Mandala smiled.

"What, you're envious?"

"Of course. But if he were still alive, our children would be so old. Mandala sighed slightly.

Looking at the mandala in front of her, time has not left too many traces on this strong woman, she is still dressed in red, the only difference is that her eyes flicker from time to time with similar sadness as a man.

The man suddenly became serious, "The leader is not dead, he must still be alive!" ”

"Art, don't be stupid, he's dead, otherwise why hasn't he shown up for ten years?!" Mandala was a little excited.

This man is none other than Art, who can be called so by the head, and there will be no other person besides him.

"I don't believe it, otherwise how would you explain these black fogs!?"

"This doesn't need to be explained, just like when the Zerg appeared on Earth, many things can't be explained."

"Then you ask Bolahel to come and ask him if he believes that Van is dead?!"

Bolahel, who was crawling beside the eggs, cried slightly, "Master, it may be dead, or it may not be ...... I, I don't know ......"

Art suddenly softened his shoulders as if he had lost his strength, time was indeed a merciless force, and now even Borahel became less determined, and after a long sigh, Art closed his mouth and waited silently for a new life to come.

In another part of the grassland, a quiet stream murmurs silently, and under the eaves sits a pair of women, like mother and daughter.

"The black fog is starting to thicken again......" The older woman sighed slightly in silence.

"What does that mean exactly?" The young woman said softly.

"I don't know...... Maybe no one will know about ......"

"Aunt Lin," the young woman sighed, "where did you say he went?" ”

The older woman is Lin, who has gone through too many vicissitudes of life, and she is finally old, her hair has been mottled with countless snow-white, and her face is full of wrinkles.

"You said he, will he still be alive?" The young woman asked again.

With a long sigh, Lin shook his head slightly, "Night Pupil, Van has completed his mission, and I believe that this black mist is his will and strength, and it is he who has helped us reshape the whole world." But as for whether he is still alive...... It doesn't make sense...... Perhaps, now that he is by our side, watching us in the mist, such an ending is not a perfect ending for him and us......"

"But ......" Ye Hitomi bit her lower lip, she has become a Fangfei girl in the past ten years, and the charm exuded by her every move is enough to touch people's hearts.

"Aunt Lin, Night Pupil, it's time to eat." At this moment, another woman walked up and placed the food she was carrying in front of Lin and Night Pupil.

"Let's eat together, Rose." Lynn greeted.

"No, Auntie, I'll go see Purple Pupil." Rose smiled and walked into the room.

"Rose? There you are. "There was a woman sitting on the couch in the room, with fair skin and snowy hair, who exuded an indescribable youthful atmosphere all the time, beautiful and gentle, just like the person in the painting. It's just that the only fly in the ointment is that her eyes can't seem to see.

"Is there anything new to tell me today?" The arrival of the rose made the woman look a little excited.

"Of course, how can I forget my beautiful purple-eyed sister!" Rose smiled and sat down next to Purple Hitomi, combing her hair carefully as she told her what she had seen and heard.

Purple Hitomi listened happily, and these anecdotes became her only pleasure after she lost her sight. Listening, she suddenly remembered something.

"Sister Rose, you know what? Yesterday I dreamed of my big brother again, and he told me that he was coming back soon! ”

Looking at the purple pupil who was in excitement, Rose sighed pityingly, since Fan's disappearance, Zitong has always been the person who is most convinced that he will return, and she often tells everyone that she dreamed of Fan, and what Fan's explanation to her.

At first, everyone was still expecting, but ten years later, Van still did not appear, and slowly, people lost confidence. And in the world of Rose, she has long thought that Van is dead.

Listening to the purple pupil's excited words, Rose's mind drifted to where she didn't know where to go......

By the stream, the quiet Angelil was carefully washing the clothes, which belonged to Fan, and in the past ten years, whenever he missed Fan, she would take out his clothes and wash them carefully.

And whenever this happens, she always talks to herself about her thoughts, which has become her habit.

"Fan, are you okay? Today is over, and it has been a full decade since you disappeared, where have you been in these ten years? How are you doing? They all said that you are no longer there, but I don't believe it, I always believe that you are still alive, you will definitely come back, Art is right, this black fog that is guarding us all the time all over the world must be a gift that belongs to you. ”

"You know what? Purple Pupil said that she dreamed of you again, and every time I heard her tell the story in her dream, I felt a little closer to you. ”

"I haven't been able to remember our past until now, but that doesn't stop me from missing you. I love you, yes, Brahman, I love you. This kind of love comes for no reason, it's like blood flowing in my body. From the moment we met again, it was already predestined. ”

"So, Fan, would you like to give me another chance to love you if you could?"

There was no response, Angelil was just talking to herself, so she smiled, she was used to it.

She slowly wrung out the water from her clothes, folded it carefully, and got up to leave, when a voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

A familiar voice, the voice she'd been waiting for for a whole decade.

"I haven't answered yet, are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Angelil's body shook suddenly, and at this moment she seemed to stop breathing, and the clothes she was holding in her hand were about to fall to the ground.

A pair of stable hands suddenly appeared in the black mist, gently catching Angelil's fallen clothes, and along these arms, in the black mist, a blurred figure composed of black mist slowly emerged!

"Why are you so careless, your freshly washed clothes are going to get dirty." The voice continued to come from the black mist, "You know, this dress was my favorite piece before. ”

The thick black fog was overwhelming, as if the black fog of the whole world was concentrated here at this moment, and the thick darkness was like a substance, and this vision had already alarmed the people around!

Suddenly, when a pair of steady hands took the lead in piercing through the black mist, a complete human body descended!

"Yes." The man shook the clothes on his body slightly, "Although it is a little wet, it still fits well." ”

At this moment, Angelil was already in tears, and her red and swollen eyes reflected the voice and appearance of the man in front of her, and finally, she couldn't hold back anymore and pounced on the man hard, crying silently.

"Brahman...... Sanskrit...... Sanskrit! ”

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'll be back." Gently comforting Angelil in her arms, the corners of Fan's mouth smiled, looking at the people who were attracted by this vision not far away.

"Me."

"I'm back." (To be continued.) )