Leah is still the same Leah, although she is getting older, she is still strong.

The tears are still the same tears, although I don't want to cry, but I can't stop flowing down.

Singhal stretched out a rough finger to wipe the tears from Leah's cheeks, and sighed inwardly.

It's easier said than done to keep your woman from crying...... A creature like a woman, even if it touches the rules of the universe, I am afraid that there is no way to explain it. If you want to keep a woman from tears, it is more incredible than defeating a black hole.

So Singal could only use the simplest, crudest, and rudest way.

He picked Leah up and snorted.

"Sleep."

When night falls, it is turned red.

Love is not meant to be spoken, it is meant to be done. Singal explains this passage with action.

Leah was passionate, still struggling under the powerful impact and oppression, fighting back with her body, voice, and even soul. She is crazy and helpless, as if she wants to unleash all her vitality in Singel's arms and burn herself to ashes. Her fingers gripped and scratched at Singh's back. The white thighs also framed Singel, trying to rub Singer into his body.

Seven years, a woman, how many seven years?

What does seven years mean for a woman?

Yes, for the cosmic mercenary, the powerhouse who touches the rules, seven years is just a snap of a finger. Not even a single breath. But for a woman, especially an ordinary woman. Seven years has been her youth, her youth, and the most brilliant and beautiful part of her life.

White-haired, holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the son. It's a dream for many girls, but it's just a dream.

Leah's sorrow is that she fell in love with someone she shouldn't love.

She'll get old, but Singal won't.

A few years later. When she was completely old and gray-haired, Singal was still so strong and young. How to deal with it at that time? The wonder of ordinary people lies in the shortness of life, but it is precisely this enthusiasm that is their shackles. This is how the avenue of nature maintains justice.

Gradually, the room became quiet.

Leah's eyes were closed, and she fell into a deep sleep. The fierceness just now had consumed all her energy, and she could no longer hold back her deep sleep. Singer, on the other hand, stood up and walked to the window.

He took out a cigar and lit it. Look through the window and look out at the dark sky.

He didn't look back, even though Leah slept deeply, much like the real thing. But it's just like she's actually waiting, waiting for her own happiness.

Being able to soberly die at the hands of her lover is the end of her life.

It's a pity that I can't even be satisfied with such a full stop.

You're my bowl of white rice.

It's also my poison.

The cigar shuddered. A wisp of soot fell. Singhal turned and walked out the door. The time is coming, and he still has a mission to complete.

It was deserted outside the bar, and it was obvious that Haji was a very attentive person, for the reunion of his brother with a woman. He deliberately left enough space, and instead, thousands of kilometers away, Shangri-La was as bright as day. A large number of hernia lamps were running at full capacity, and under the lights were countless people carrying equipment.

203 mm rapid-fire gun, anti-armor missiles. Countless armor plates. Equipment. Singal even saw an ancient shooting-type mech. An emaciated young man is boarding the mecha with the help of his companions and begins the complex debugging.

"Looks busy?" Singh walked over to Haji with a cigar in his mouth and asked nonchalantly.

"Of course I'm not as idle as you. The little ones have just taken out a group of troops from the Land of Paradise, and I have to be prepared. Haji replied with a smile. At the same time, he glanced at the small building in the distance.

"Why don't you spend more time with her? You know it's the last days of her life for her. ”

"What a time. You don't talk too much. Singal retorted unceremoniously, but there was a rare anger in his eyes. He knew that this was good intentions, and he also knew that in the last days, Leah's choice was undoubtedly the most 'reasonable'. But he disagreed!

From the moment you follow the blood pupil and go to the universe. He learned one thing from the Blood Pupil.

Hang on!!

What secular philosophy? What circumstances force it?

What you want, you have to stick to, and what you want, you have to carry it out!! Even if the whole world, no, the whole universe is saying that you are wrong, slandering you, and framing you! You still have to persevere! Gritting his teeth, shattering his bones, and persisting without repentance when his soul is gone!

In God's words, it's called obsession!!

In the words of a cosmic warrior, or even a black hole powerhouse, it's called will!!

Does what others say matter?

Does other people's opinions matter?

I'm Singhal, I'm a man! I stand in this end-time world and want to protect my woman. It's that simple! If you are not satisfied, if you have an opinion. Just run for me! A little frown, I am your grandson!! This is Singer's understanding, simple, yet practical!

So in the face of Haji's question, he only sneered.

"I'm not going to end her life. Because she lives for me. ”

"She's mine. I'm the only one for her. No one can dominate her and change her. As long as I live for one day, she will be free. The air in the world is at her breath, and the world under heaven is at her mercy to play. That's what I promised, to her. ”

"Singh." Haji's mouth was full of bitterness, but he didn't know what to say. Singel's words are overbearing and belong to the pride of every man. But the problem is that the world does not move by the will of individuals. Originally, X35 was bad enough, and with the advent of the Kuroshio, their lives could end at any time in the next moment. In such an environment, how can we talk about pride? What about persistence?

Life, only by surviving, is life......

"I agree with you, but I can't guarantee that it will follow." Haji said honestly. Then he pointed to the busy crowd of workers in the square. "Shangri-La, there are many people who depend on me to live, and there are many brothers who fight for me. I can't let them down. ”

"Leah is a good girl, but that's about it. In Shangri-La, there are many more such girls. They are all pursuing their own happiness, but most of them do not see the result. Singh, you are my brother, and that's all I can do for you. ”

Haji looked into Singh's eyes and said earnestly.

"People can't just live for themselves. I'm sorry. ”

"You don't need to be sorry." Singhal grinned and slapped Haji on the shoulder.

Holding his familiar companion, brother, Singal said proudly.

"I was born here and grew up here, how can I not know your blessings? Haji, you're a good leader, but you're not a good warrior. ”

Singh pointed to his chest.

"I am."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his throat and shouted in a sound of fart and pee, a ghost crying wolf.

"Sister Qingyue, give me some way to live...... If you don't come again, little Singh will die......" (To be continued......