The memories of the Void came to an end once more, and the scene in the alien dimension of the Heart of Tiberium was still unclear. In this regard, Su Muhua vaguely felt. As the memories were unsealed piece by piece, and as the spiritual connection continued to strengthen, she could finally see what was happening in the other dimension. And when she was able to go back in time to the original appearance of the other dimension in the world of memory, it was the moment she found a way to cross the Void and locate the Heart of Tiberium.

On the other side of the earth, the eternal night is in full swing, and all the people and horses are mobilized to plan the next operation in full swing. They have to race against the "gods" and the forces behind them through all kinds of intelligence, and they have to find a way to overtake in a corner before those people plug all the loopholes.

It's not easy.

According to the information that has been investigated so far, the name Tiberium Technologies has been completely lost to history as if it never existed. All kinds of clues have been cut off, and even a few of the parties who are still a little impressed by the aunt have been cleared.

But Yang Qi believes in her own human ability, what she needs to do now is to adjust her state and wait patiently.

In the middle of the desert, a bonfire was raised. The hula-la-night breeze blew across the entire desert, stirring up a three-foot tongue of fire and carrying countless sparks into the distance.

Next to the fire, Jonathan looked at Yang Qi, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "How is it?"

There was no beginning or end to this question, but Yang Qi knew very well what his cousin wanted to ask.

She took a deep breath and scratched her hair in distress: "Hey, it's hard to say. Old Zad is not easy to see. Even after reading two memories of my aunt, I still feel that he is full of fog. He was complicated, multifaceted, and couldn't tell which face was his true face, which look or word represented his true intention. I can only say that there is indeed a relationship between him and his aunt. But it's hard to say how deep the feelings are, and whether the death of the old aunt really has anything to do with him. ”

"Uh-huh......" Jonathan was silent for a long time, flipping the fire, the wood beeping.

Yang Qi knew very well that Jonathan did not want to accept Donald's words from the bottom of his heart. But if there is even the slightest hope, no one will believe that it was their father who killed their mother. It's too cruel, it's too cold.

The truth hidden in the depths of the dark curtain of history, who can say clearly? As far as the memories seen now, that Adamzad had no reason to kill Su Muqiong at all.

But Yang Qi's eyes froze again, and that fierce look appeared in front of her eyes again.

The language is a little poor, and the word fierce is difficult to describe Yang Qi's feeling at the moment.

She knew very well that she was also fierce, her eyes were not good, and her smile was evil. But Adam's eyes are not the same, definitely different.

Just as he was thinking about things, Jonathan spoke again: "I also know this very well, and in my memory, that person is also a very difficult person to understand. ”

"Tell me?"

"Good. Jonathan had never said so much, but tonight, he poured out.

In his recollection, his childhood life consisted only of a cold and solemn mansion, a group of proud, fanatical, pretentious brothers and sisters, a period of all-round cruel and strict training and study, and a team of guards, who looked indifferently like robots. The so-called father-son relationship, father-daughter relationship, does not seem to exist at all between old Zade and his children.

He is more impersonal and hairy than the most ruthless iron-blooded emperor, not to mention companionship and love, it is impossible for children who are not good enough to even see him. In those little Zade's childhood, it was a supreme honor to be summoned by old Zade, which meant that there must be something outstanding in him or her. It must be, valuable.

And those who are too bad, after a while, will quietly disappear from the training camp, and no one will mention them or remember them.

Jonathan doesn't come out on top, but he's by no means the worst. Truth be told, Jonathan has done a great job in many ways, but he has never been called. Even Donald's scumbag has been summoned twice, and I'm afraid it's because of this that Jonathan is so despised and despised by Donald.

The only summons took place when Jonathan was seven years old, and during that summons he was led into a hall. Directly in the direction of the main door, there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window are towering snow-capped peaks, the white snow reflecting the cold and intense light of the sun. In the dazzling white background light, the young Jonathan did not cover, did not speak, did not have an expression, just looked coldly ahead like a lone wolf.

In front, there is a huge desk. Behind the desk, there is a quaint but surprisingly large chair. The seat was facing away from the door, so Jonathan couldn't tell what the person sitting in the seat really looked like. He could only faintly see a section of elbow resting on the armrest of the seat, and judging by the shape of the elbow, the owner of the hand was holding his chin, as if thinking about something.

All of this, in the eyes of young Jonathan, was like a huge and heavy black mountain in front of him, so that he ignored everything else, and only the ever-magnifying pitch-black projection in his eyes.

Soon after, the man in the chair appeared to wave his hand, and the attendant next to him read out his resolution: after Jonathan completed the training camp course, he would be sent to Hong Kong.

Hong Kong is a good place, but in terms of the Zadeh's sphere of influence, going there is tantamount to exile.

The only time the father and son met, Old Zad didn't even say a word, didn't even look at him, and didn't seem to care about this son at all.

"From start to finish, all I could see was the back of the chair. No voice, no face, no other communication. So, I really don't understand the father-son relationship or something. Speaking of this, Jonathan suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to look at Yang Qi: "By the way, what should a normal father look like? What is a normal father-son relationship, father-daughter relationship?"

Jonathan, really want to know.

"Normal Dad...... Yang Qi squinted, recalled his memory, and suddenly laughed, lying on his back on the sand with his head resting on his arm. She looked at the planets in the sky, and her eyes were full of warmth.

The memory went back to twenty-six years ago, when Yang Qi was just born. Newborn children have poor eyesight, can't see too far away, and can't really hear the sound. But at that time, Yang Jin's gentleness and care went beyond the boundaries of sight and hearing.

I remember that when the baby was just born, Yang Jin fidgeted and didn't dare to hold the touch of not wanting to let go.

I remember that in order to comfort his wife who was in extreme pain, Yang Jin stayed by the side of the two of them day and night to hear the voice of nephrite.

Remember that in order to reduce the baby's jaundice, Yang Jin put Xiaobao in the sun while massaging his warm hands.

I remember that after the baby developed the bad habit of waking up as soon as he let go, Yang Jincheng held the child weighing more than ten pounds in order to make the baby's heartbeat and embrace when he had a good night's sleep.

I remember that the father who cares about the image very much, in order to make his son laugh, all kinds of grimaces, cats and dogs are all in tune, and he doesn't care about the image of the chaotic spring and autumn, and he looks like a nervous fool.

Although he does not have Xuanhe's family background, he does not have the otherworldly ability to make money, and he can't travel all over the world. But what he can give is far more precious than family background and money. Although he has also criticized sharply, "beaten" him ruthlessly, and selflessly grabbed the bag with an iron face. But such a daddy...... Not bad.

"I don't know if my dad is a 'normal dad', but I know he's definitely a good dad. He may have many facets, but every one of them is very good. Yang Qi wiped her nose, full of pride, and her face was shining: "To tell the truth, your father is far worse than my father!"

Looking at the happy glow on Yang Qi's face, Jonathan stayed for a moment, and suddenly smiled bitterly: "Yes, I absolutely believe this." Jonathan was inexplicable, shook his head and stood up, and walked away quickly: "I'll go and see if there is any news from Apo." ”

Yang Qi didn't move, lying on the ground with Erlang's legs crossed and dangling his feet, and then turned his head to look at the other side: "By the way, should you also talk about something?"

In the direction she looked, Qi Meng's body was like a dream, and everything came. Valkyrie with an indifferent expression walked up to Yang Qi, and as soon as she saw her, she was angry: "What do I have to say to you?

"Doesn't it look like you're better than me, I'm going to fight and kill some things, how can you be stronger in terms of maintaining the spirit? Besides, my mother is not your mother? Oh, not yet, but sooner or later, sooner or later, just now it's just called 'take care of mom' hey!"

"Look at your faceless and skinless death!" Qi Meng flew up and hit an iron sand kick with one leg.

Of course, it was useless to hit the body with just a few grits, not to mention that Qi Meng didn't use any strength at all. But the sand splashed his face, but Yang Qi instantly covered his eyes and rolled out screaming: "Wow, eyes, eyes! My eyes!

Looking at the professional porcelain rolling on the ground, Qi Meng was about to explode: "You get up for me!"

"Alright, I'm up. Yang Qi got up with a grunt, then closed his eyes and began to touch with both hands, and the gesture was not far from the point: "Touch everything and cover it, I'm blind." ”

Smack, put the devil's hand away, Qi Meng felt that his patience was about to reach the limit: "Don't mess around!"

Yang Qi squeezed his eyes and came up: "Then you blow it for me." ”

In the face of such hob meat, Qi Meng was simply out of temper, gritted his teeth and took a deep breath: "Okay, okay, I'll blow ————! you"

Hula, the wind crosses the sandy plain, crackling, and the wind rises to the end of the green ping.

Sparks flew in the campfire and flew into the distance.

And in the distant place where Mars flies, another fierce storm is about to blow.