Time flowed silently, and just like that, minute by minute......

The iron slag, which was immersed in the memories, suddenly felt an inexplicable chill. ↖ ↖ With a little ↖ ↖ talk, he raised his head blankly, and his sloppy gaze gradually narrowed. The scene in front of him gradually became clearer, and at some point, there was an unfamiliar figure in the camp.

The moment he saw it clearly, the iron slag pupils suddenly shrank, and a strong sense of crisis invaded. The figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost, and quietly came not far from him. And at this moment, people are coming and going in the camp, and no one is aware of the abnormality!

In an instant, he only felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet and quickly spread to his whole body. The pores on his skin contracted dramatically, as if he had suddenly fallen into icy water. However, after many years of hovering on the edge of life and death, he quickly calmed down. When he looked closely, the man was hidden from head to toe in a gray cloth robe. He stood there motionless, like a still stone statue.

At this moment, the man suddenly moved, and walked directly towards him. The pace was unhurried, neither light nor heavy, but with an indescribable momentum, as if all the qiē that stood in front of him would be shattered. Suddenly, the pressure of the mountains enveloped the iron slag, making him feel as if he had been poured with cement, and even the slightest movement of his fingers would make him feel extremely difficult.

"Stop!" "Who are you?" "Don't move!" As the man began to move, the soldiers, who were busy in the tent, finally noticed his deposit, and shouted loudly as they gathered around.

The man suddenly stopped and looked around. At this moment, an invisible force seemed to spin around him, and all the soldiers who ran over suddenly flew into the air, tumbling and falling backwards.

"Let them stand down." An emotionless, mechanically synthesized voice came from the grey cloth hood.

In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, Iron Slag waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers to leave the camp. A moment later, only him, Qin Ke'er, and Mu Qianhe were left in Nuoda's tent. The gray-robed man walked up to him, stretched out his hand at him, and said in the mechanically synthesized voice, "In thirty seconds, there will be no living people here except you." ”

"Who are you?" Mu Qianhe stood up suddenly, staring at the gray-robed man and shouting. Qin Ke'er hurriedly stepped forward to hug her arm to prevent this good sister from being too impulsive.

"Three, four, five......" The gray-robed man calmly reported the numbers, and the killing intent spread like substance......

"Let's go out first." Qin Ke'er dragged Mu Qianhe hard, but the latter did not move at all, stubbornly confronting the gray-robed man.

"Seven."

"Eight."

"Nine." Every time the gray-robed man reported a number, it was like a hammer smashed into his heart.

"Let's go." Iron Slag said in a deep voice, this person is not something he can deal with, let alone something they can deal with.

"Eleven."

"Twelve."

Mu Qianhe turned his head to look at the iron slag, with a determination in his condensed eyes.

"Thirteen."

"I told you to go!" Iron slag stared at him and roared loudly!

"Fifteen."

"Sixteen."

"Chizuru, believe the regimental leader, okay?" Qin Ke'er desperately pulled her friend, and cold sweat broke out on her anxious forehead.

"Eighteen."

"Nineteen."

Mu Qianhe looked at the iron slag, bit it, and turned to leave.

"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six......" The gray-robed man counted the numbers emotionlessly until the two women disappeared from sight.

When there were only two people left in the tent, the gray-robed man lifted his hood slightly, revealing a white mask. The edge of the mask is engraved with a dark gold pattern, which looks mysterious and gorgeous. Then. The gray-robed man stood silently in front of him, neither speaking nor taking any further action.

It was only then that he took a serious look at the gray-robed man in front of him. This man was about the same height as him, maybe a little taller, or a little shorter. In terms of body type, the other party is neither fat nor thin, and he can't guess the gender.

"Friend, please be seated." Iron Slag generously made a "please" gesture. Anyway, the matter has come to this, if the other party wants to be unfavorable to him, he seems to have little to do. I simply put my mind at ease and figure out the other party's intentions first.

However, the gray-robed man continued to stand there as if he had not heard, as if he were watching him through his mask.

Iron Slag was furious when he saw it, and made a slightly embarrassed "please" gesture again. This time the gray-robed man finally moved, but instead of sitting down, he took two steps forward, came to the couch of the iron slag, and looked at him condescendingly.

At this moment, the two of them were close at hand, and the iron slag sitting on the sofa needed to look up to see the mask of the gray-robed man.

Iron Slag frowned slightly, he was not used to being so close to others, especially when facing strangers. Just as he was about to move away, the gray-robed man raised his hand without warning and lifted the hood completely and neatly. In an instant, the long hair like a waterfall slipped down. He was stunned and stopped moving.

Then, she stared at him and slowly took off her mask......

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and under that pure white mask, there was a face so beautiful that the sun and the moon would lose their brilliance and the stars would quietly dim. At this moment, this beautiful face, as quiet as ever, is like a thousand-year-old lake and a 10,000-year-old iceberg.

Her gaze, as if penetrating time, has crossed countless vast years, awakening sleeping memories.

Suddenly, she opened her arms to him, smiled slightly, and suddenly bloomed like a hundred flowers, and the glacier melted.

"Why don't you give it a try?" She stared at him as he fell into a stupor, and called softly.

Looking at his picturesque face and listening to the soft whispers, he couldn't help but stand up and hugged her deeply.

The warm and affectionate hugs between each other are like hot water in the deep winter and campfires in the cold wind.

"Xiaoyu misses you so much, I really miss you......" she hugged him hard and whispered in his ear. Two years ago, when she learned that he had committed a terrible crime and was about to face untold suffering, her heart was broken. She really wants to go all over the world to find him, even if it is the abyss and hell, she is willing to accompany him. However, she can't help but repay her adoptive mother's kindness, and she can't just leave a qiē and wander the world with him. Her sister still needs her, and the sisters of the Temple of Prayer for Rain still need her.

Responsibility and love, she chose responsibility, as it was before, as it is now, and as it will be in the future.

At that time, she made a decision, since she couldn't give him love, she would give him eternal waiting. She can never marry for the rest of her life, and she will not love anyone other than him for the rest of her life. In this vast world, this is the only thing she can do.

And he hugged her tightly, and could feel her heart beating. She is as cold as ice, solemn and solemn, but at this moment, her heart is beating fast for him, and her enthusiasm is like fire. Such genuine affection was really difficult for him to bear.

His heart was like pouring a five-flavor bottle, both flattered and sighing. If it's love, you shouldn't hurt her, if you don't love, why bother to meet.

However, the warmth at the moment made him feel nostalgic. How can such a person let go, how can he give up? Even if he is crushed, even if he is cut by a thousand knives, he is reluctant to leave.

The intoxicated and dreamlike hug lasted for a long time, until both of their arms were numb, and then they reluctantly parted.

"Boy, how are you feeling?" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley, who was sitting in front of him, restored his previous reserve and solemnity, but between his eyebrows and eyes, there was still a shallow smile.

"Okay." Iron slag said lightly, there is a taste of "not rare, not rare".

"Is it just okay?" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley asked with a solemn expression.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded lightly and responded casually.

"Boy, do you need the blessing of the rain god?" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley looked at him and asked seriously.

"No, I don't." Iron slag made a blank face and rejected categorically, with a very clear attitude.

"Those who resist the blessing will be punished by God." Mu Yu Lily of the Valley calmly threatened.

"Uh......" It was only then that Iron Slag finally remembered that the person in front of him was no longer the little kid who followed him around the streets and alleys back then, but the goddess of happiness of the current Notre-Dame, the vice president of the student union of the Central Yincheng Military Academy, and the popular candidate for the next moon god sacrifice. However, none of this is important, the most important thing is that she is a psionic person at the peak of the eighth order, a powerhouse who almost killed him with a casual kick! Therefore, in order to avoid an awkward situation, he had to make some concessions.

"Hmm......" Iron Slag nodded thoughtfully, and said sincerely, "It actually feels pretty good." ”

"Really?" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley looked at him directly, as if she wanted to see through his heart.

"Really." Iron Slag said reverently, if he really had such an expression of piety.

However, the wise goddess has long seen through a qiē......

"I don't believe it." She immediately made her attitude clear.

"Believe me, friend." Iron Slag was sincere and said a little helplessly. At this moment, if Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe, including Mu Yuqinxin, Bi Qinglan, and You Ge, saw him so docile, they would definitely be so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths. But it won't be with Lena, she's used to it, and in her eyes iron slag is like that......

"Occasionally, the gods will send down divine punishments to punish those who lie." Mu Yu Lily of the Valley said leisurely.

"You're just a little heel, arrogant what?" The rabbit was in a hurry and bit people, not to mention the wolf in the wilderness, and the iron slag suddenly let go.

"You ......" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley blushed, gritted her teeth and said, "You're the fart." Iron Slag snorted coldly, showing disdain.

At this moment, Mu Yu Lily of the Valley changed her words and said with a cold face: "Classmate Sachio, do you know that you just passed by the Grim Reaper. ”

"Huh?" Iron Slag tilted his head and looked at her with some puzzlement.

"The purpose of Lily of the Valley here is to get rid of the people who harassed Xiaoqing with her own hands, but it turned out to be ......" Halfway through the words, Mu Yu Lily of the Valley seemed to recall something and looked up at the top of the camp. After a moment of silence, she looked back at the iron slag and muttered, "That day...... People hiding under the bed...... It won't ......"