"You're from the Imperial Federation?" Lin Zihan thought for a moment, the tripartite forces around the southern capital, the Fengtian Pavilion led by Yuan Tinghuan, the Northern Alliance Army dominated by the Red Lion Legion, and the nominal army of the Imperial Federation.

The person in front of him, who is so clear about his whereabouts, and does not seem to have extremely strong hostility, is most likely a person from the Imperial Federation.

"Sort of?!" Wang Yanming was silent for a few seconds, then nodded with a smile.

"But you haven't answered my question yet?" Wang Yanming's gaze was locked on Lin Zihan, a pair of deep eyes that could not see his heart clearly, revealing interrogative eyes.

Even Lin Zihan felt uncomfortable being peeped at in his heart.

"I don't know, if the beasts are drastically reduced, humans can return to the life before the Holocaust, and that kind of life only exists in history, and I have never seen it."

Lin Zihan answered Wang Yanming's question, and he was very sincere, under such eyes, Lin Zihan seemed to be the only choice to tell the truth.

"Yes, both the school and the society are describing how comfortable and beautiful human life was before the catastrophe, but how many people have seen the people living in the steel defense line of the city."

Wang Yanming looked at the ground under his feet, which had already turned into black scorch, like a black giant curtain, covering the bloody here, which also covered the vitality of the past.

"The Earth Cage Project, Yuan Tingkai can reduce the number of fierce beasts in the Southern Regions by one-third in just one month, and most of the fierce beasts have gathered in the depths of the wilderness area in fear, maybe his choice is really the right choice for human beings."

Wang Yanming's eyes at this time exuded a gentle power, that kind of gentle and elegant temperament, and the tone of questioning just now, and the scrutinizing gaze, which were completely different.

For those who can control their emotions and behaviors to such a point, Lin Zihan has only seen one person, Wang Qin.

Vaguely, Lin Zihan always felt that the person in front of him looked a little similar to Wang Qin, especially between his eyebrows and eyes, exuding a different kind of luxury, that kind of temperament that could not be shaped by money and clothes.

"Sacrificing a small part of the living space in exchange for a larger living space, such a plan is indeed the best choice at the moment," Lin Zihan echoed, although he did not fully agree with Yuan Tingkai's approach in his heart, but he had to admit that this was an extremely effective approach.

"If one day, you were asked to be a sword bearer, what would you choose?" Wang Yanming put away the softness between his eyebrows, and suddenly asked indifferently, his cold tone exuded a compelling chill, making Lin Zihan shiver behind him.

"I ......" Lin Zihan was suddenly stunned, he had never thought about this kind of problem, whether it was to be a killer who took money or a dragon of shadows, Lin Zihan was just like to live, let the people around him live.

As for what the pattern of the world will look like in the future, Lin Zihan has never considered it, or rather, Lin Zihan is not interested in these things at all.

"I never thought about it, and I don't think about it, no matter what the future holds, I just want the people around me to be safe and sound." What Lin Zihan wants is not a luxury, but for Lin Zihan, it seems to be an extravagant hope.

"You don't have any ambitions, you have the best core, but you don't have the desire to dominate." Wang Yanming looked at Lin Zihan, how could he not know that in Lin Zihan's spinal cord, those fine core particles.

Although Su Mu was in charge of the research of the Void Core, after all, it was carried out in Emgrand, how could Wang Yanming know nothing.

“？！” Lin Zihan's face was full of doubts, the person in front of him knew more than a little bit about his situation, but clearly.

"Domination? I used to be the feared killer of Longcheng, the Grim Reaper, who didn't rely on the core of the brain, and now I just want to say goodbye to that past.

Rather than being alone and being remembered and feared by the world, I want to be able to live with people I know simply, be stable and comfortable, and have no scruples. ”

Lin Zihan looked directly at Wang Yanming's cold eyes, like ice cave-like eyes, which made Lin Zihan shudder with fear and nervousness.

But it is precisely because of this that Lin Zihan seems to be under such coercion for the first time to look directly into his heart, what he really wants, and what kind of person he wants to become.

"Thank you, I seem to know what kind of person I want to be." Lin Zihan turned around and bowed respectfully to Wang Yanming.

This made Wang Yanming, who was originally calm, suddenly feel confused, and he couldn't understand Lin Zihan's words.

"Maybe the person who came out of the laboratory lacked loving care from the beginning!" Wang Yanming looked at Lin Zihan in front of him, and although he thought so in his heart, he still politely replied to Lin Zihan.

Although it is not as good as Lin Zihan's ninety-degree salute, it is also the limit of Wang Yanming, an indifferent person.

"You're a weirdo, too." Wang Yanming smiled, hiding the crampedness and trance in his heart, and the moment he saw Lin Zihan bending over, Wang Yanming's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

It's like that afternoon, when Wang Qin appeared in front of his eyes excitedly and jumpingly with that painting, wanting to show off.

"Don't waste your time on these useless things!"

Here is Wang Yanming, the evaluation of Wang Qin's painting, from beginning to end Wang Qin just glanced at the painting, looking at the flowers on it, it seems that there are four villains painted.

"I'm sorry~!" However, the five-year-old Wang Qin clenched his words tightly with one hand, put the other hand to his chest, and bowed respectfully and distantly to his father.

Since then, Wang Qin really seems to be a different person, and the books he reads are no longer messy comics, but all the books on his father's bookshelf.

That painting has never appeared, and the box of paintbrushes has disappeared since then, even Huang Zhizong, who was with Wang Qin, has not seen it, where did Wang Qin go.

……

"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first!" Lin Zihan straightened up and said seriously, his tone was understated, although Lin Zihan still had doubts about the middle-aged man in front of him.

But so what, since he didn't make a move on himself, and he naturally didn't need to scruples, maybe the meeting between the two was just a coincidence.

It's just that I don't know if Lin Zihan will be as calm as today when he sees Wang Qin calling Wang Yanming's father in the future.

……

Passing through a lonely wilderness area, Lin Zihan stopped in the barren city in front of him.

Looking at the desolate land in front of him, which has long lost the appearance of the city, the upstairs that have long been dilapidated, are full of green creepers, long vines have occupied the original gray walls, green vines and moss are everywhere, and Lin Zihan has nowhere to put his feet.

The reason why Lin Zihan chose to stop in such a deserted and abandoned city that was no different from the primeval jungle was because he felt a strange energy, which was very similar to the energy that Lin Zihan had when his dragon blood awakened.

"Come out, leave such a mark, aren't you just waiting for me?" Lin Zihan looked at the wall, seemingly scribbling at random, and Lin Zihan naturally knew that it was the dragon pattern used by the sub-race tribe to transmit messages.

"It's worthy of a dragon, who has a good sense of everything, and discovered our whereabouts so quickly." Behind the broken wall covered by long green vines, a green-faced and red-eyed subspecies slowly walked out.

Holding a crude bone sword in his hand, it was engraved with a dragon pattern that Lin Zihan had not learned, which seemed to be some kind of powerful secret method, exuding a looming luster.

A long sword made of bone, exuding a metallic luster, Lin Zihan's gaze fell on the hilt.

Joist?

Lin Zihan had a trace of doubt in his heart, if what the old patriarch said at the beginning was not a whisper, then the subspecies might have really taken this as an opportunity to dominate the Yuan Star.

There was an ancient rumor that the god of the dragon would lead the subrace tribe to glory, which is why even in a place as vicious as the deep poisonous fog region, the subrace still did not give up believing in the dragon race.

"I haven't seen you!" Lin Zihan glanced at the person in front of him, and he could be sure that he had never seen this person in the old patriarch's clan.

"I don't belong to the lineage of the old Tibetan secret patriarch, so naturally Longzi hasn't seen me, but ......"

"Then don't talk nonsense, why did you suddenly come to Panhuan near Nandu this time?" Lin Zihan interrupted the man's words and asked coldly and ruthlessly.

At this time, Lin Zihan seemed to be completely indifferent to, and even disgusted by, subspecies.

"We are here, naturally, to confirm the ancient rumors and find a new foothold in Yuanxing!" The green-faced man said confidently, and the bone sword in his hand swung with it, reflecting the red light of the setting sun.

"The stars are going to perish, I advise you not to wade in this troubled water." Lin Zihan put his hands behind his back, glanced at the bone sword, and then said quietly.

If anyone knows the future of Yuanxing, then Lin Zihan may be the only one who can see it clearly.

In the Black Tower, Lin Zihan was taken to the Falling Valley, where he naturally saw the Yuan Xing, which was about to fall towards the Falling Valley.

"......" The green-faced man froze in place, his face was a little blue, but it didn't look obvious.

"Then we also have to pursue the dragon son, so that we can be regarded as worthy of the inheritance of the clan."

Just when Lin Zihan thought that the green-faced man would argue and be angry, he found that the green-faced man knelt down in front of him with a "plop~" and kowtowed respectfully to himself.

"This ......" After Lin Zihan glanced at the broken wall, there were a few and a few hundred sub-species, and they really walked from the poisonous fog area all the way to the southern capital.

"Then put away your blades and live well." Lin Zihan's hand fell on the shoulder of the green-faced man, and he felt a warm force, which slowly poured into his body along the palm of his hand, and warmed his whole body in an instant.

"What's your name?"

"Qin Lin!"

……

"Now that count, that group of subspecies should have met with Lin Zihan, do you think Lin Zihan will ......" Wang Yanming sat in the tent and looked at the gray-robed man beside him.

......The gray-robed man did not reply, but just sat and looked at the rocks outside the tent.

The camp is located in the boulder belt of the valley, and the shape of the camp tent is even more mimicked, so it naturally blends in with the surroundings easily, and it is not visible from the heights.

"You are also a person who has dealt with Lin Zihan, you can't know him at all, right?" Wang Yanming continued to ask, and today he is bound to ask for a result.

"I really didn't understand what was going on in his mind!" The gray-robed man couldn't stand Wang Yanming's questioning, and finally relented.