The mighty roar of the engine shattered the silent wilderness, and in the darkness of the night, Art's eyes shone as if they were glowing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info's slightly shaky fingers gripped the steering wheel, proving that he was not as calm as he seemed.

The tachometer hands and the red line area are approaching, the engine roars with earth-shattering rage, and the speeding car body jolts up and down on the rugged road of the wilderness.

He had been on the run like this for more than an hour, and even the best quality chariot could not withstand his unscrupulous and frantic acceleration, and the temperature of the engine had reached a terrifying level.

But this speed was not enough, Art thought to himself, and a white figure landed lightly on the roof of the speeding chariot at the same time, like a feather.

There was no obvious movement on her part, and the white figure slid into the chariot with ease.

Art drew his pistol as soon as White Shadow entered the car. But just before he pulled the trigger, a dazzling afterimage flashed, and all that was left in his hand was the bare handle.

Click, the trigger flimsy air shot in the air. The bolt, which had been dismantled into parts, was randomly thrown out of the car.

"Keep driving, don't stop." The indifferent voice was a little tired and wheezing.

Art's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and continued to accelerate obediently, just on top of his ability to disassemble pistol parts in an instant, Art already knew that if she wanted to kill herself, he would already be a corpse.

After a nervous and silent journey, Art finally had the courage to look at the people beside him.

The first thing that appeared in his field of vision was the ethereal and indifferent pupils, the black pupils and the pure whites of the ivory eyes gave these eyes a fatal contrast.

The eyes only twitched slightly, and Art's dull beating heart suddenly stopped for a moment. He took a deep breath and hurriedly shifted his gaze to his place.

"You're Art." Although the indifferent voice was asking a question, the tone was completely affirmative.

Art's expression twitched slightly, and the hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly, "I'm not Art, my name is Fan." ”

"Brahman?" The ethereal eyes suddenly flickered, it was this simple flash, but it almost made Art unable to control the steering wheel!

At this moment, he seemed to have a feeling that he was being completely seen through from the inside out, and cold sweat instantly wet his back.

"I see." The indifferent voice revealed a little tiredness, and even the ethereal eyes were slightly dim.

The flickering brilliance of Fang Cai seemed to consume a lot of her strength, so much so that it affected her injuries.

A faint, fresh smell of blood lingered through the carriage, and it wasn't until this moment that Art learned that she was wounded.

So how strong should she have been before she got hurt? Art couldn't imagine.

After taking out a needle from the slightly broken gauntlet and inserting it into her body, the ethereal eyes finally regained some brightness, and she exhaled softly.

"From now on, you are Brahman." She said.

"I always have."

"Huh." Ethereal eyes curved slightly, "That's the best, poor kid who has lost his memory." ”

"How do you know?" Art opened his eyes.

The white-clothed Sanctuary was about to answer, but his face suddenly changed.

"Remember my words, from now on, you are Brahman, and if you still want to get back what you used to be, you must remember what I said!"

"I ......"

"Whatever happens, you just have to remember that. When we meet next time, I'll help you regain your memories, that's my promise to you. ”

"You ......"

"Of course, you can also refuse, but you will die a miserable death, you can rest assured that the person who killed you will never be me."

Her tone changed from flat to rapid and fast, and Art's every word was interrupted, and there was no chance to speak.

The white-clothed Sanctuary then glanced at the still sleeping Fan, and a little ripple finally appeared in his ethereal and indifferent eyes.

She had to keep this face firmly in her heart.

Ugh.

The needle that had been pitch black pierced Fan's neck, and her ethereal pupils flashed with pain and unbearability, but she finally took Fan's body out, flashed out of the car, and walked into the dead and empty wilderness.

"Go after your destiny, child, your future should not live in endless shadows, nor should you be burdened with responsibilities that do not belong to you." She gently brushed Van over his face and gently lowered him to the ground.

"Even if we never see each other again."

The white figure lingered for a moment at the end, and finally reflexively ran back to the chariot.

"Brahman...... What about him? Arte paused, and subconsciously called out Fan's name.

"You don't need to know."

"It's wilderness." Art couldn't help frowning.

"That reagent comes from a level 10 peak lurker, and the pulses it produces are enough to repel any bugs, and there will be no bugs that can sense him."

Art opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"It is said that he has lost his ability ......"

"There is no antidote to the source of ice." She replied coldly.

Art was breathing for a long time, not knowing what to say.

A moment later.

"So where are we going?" Art's tone was already involuntarily whispering.

"Keep moving forward, don't stop."

……

Who am I? Where am I?

Under the dazzling sunlight, a rickety "dried corpse" wandered among the sparse weeds, and his brain was a little dizzy.

Where am I from? Where is this?

The "dry corpse" swayed like a skeleton that could fall at any moment.

Food, water.

He rubbed his vocal cords dryly and licked his chapped lips.

He couldn't remember how long he had been wandering, he only knew that when he woke up from his sleep, his brain seemed empty, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but subconsciously touch his forehead.

So he walked through the wilderness, most of the time he would aimlessly pass by the Zerg who were fighting each other, and when these Zerg finally found him in their field of vision, they fled in confusion in addition to the corpses left all over the place, and some would even crawl and wail.

Naturally, he didn't go back and cared about that, he was just hungry.

So he ate the stumps of dead bugs. When he was thirsty, he drank a little of their bitter insect fluid, and of course, urine was one of the few options.

It's just that sometimes he spits out more things than he eats, and the meat of these insects is still too unpalatable, and the grass roots are ten thousand times better than it.

He is getting thinner and thinner, but his body is surprisingly "tough", and any wounds will be healed soon, but this ability has obviously begun to decline with the passage of time, and the bugs don't seem to be very afraid of him anymore, and some even dare to stare at him curiously. But it doesn't matter.

Life is actually still full of hope, and I can't die for a while anyway.

He grinned like a fool.

Except for that damn cold!

He spat heavily, and then fell down in an instant, like a frozen snake.

"Damn cold!" He cursed, but his voice never left his throat, and he gasped deeply, his breathing like a tattered bellows.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Big brother! There's someone here! ”

"How's the idea?"

"Handy!"

"Brothers, it's open!"

A tattered truck creaked along, saying that it might have lifted it in tatters, but the double-headed eagle painted on its side was new and dazzling.

Imperial slave carriers. (To be continued.) )