"How's it going?"

In one of the halls, Verder was sitting on the thick chair and talking.

"The team sent out to explore the terrain within a ten-kilometer radius and found no anomalies."

Kanzer held a notepad in his hand, and the lenses in the corners of his eyes showed a hint of reflection.

"Louyle, don't they have any news either?"

Verder straightened up, his fingers sliding over the drawings on the desk in front of him.

"No useful clues......"

Kanze's tone fell, and a sad look appeared on Verder's face, as if he was worried about something.

"That's it, let's withdraw all the scavengers outside. Strengthen defensive offensives and patrol missions outside the city. ”

"You're worried... Beast tide? ”

"It's been too calm since that group of people from Dawn Valley entered the Coldwind Fortress."

"Isn't this just right, there aren't many comfortable days, let alone ......"

Before Kanzer could finish speaking, Verder raised his hand to stop it, and then continued in a tone that had not yet fully fallen;

"It's often not a good thing to be comfortable for too long, you go down and tell Beimenyu that the training intensity of the military camp can't be reduced in any way."

"Yes!"

The perspective quickly shifts to a military camp in the Coldwind Fortress -

"Ready, I'm going to make a move!"

Through Kanze's back as he slowly walked in, a woman's voice faintly came from inside. Looking out of the corner of Kanze's eyes again, on the arena in the center of the barracks, a woman in red with tied hair and holding a silver spear appeared in front of him.

I saw that the heroic posture jumped up slightly, and a spear drew a red moon ring in the air, and smashed to the ground with a loud shout. A strong current shook out of the arena.

It was Zhang Lin who caught the attack head-on from the woman's silver spear. The strands of white hair floated under the churning waves, and the blade of the spear in front of them was reflected in the blue eyes, and they struggled to resist with a twitch.

"That's not going to work?"

Seeing Zhang Lin, who stubbornly resisted under the gun, the face of the woman in red also showed a little pride and confidence.

"It's not over yet!"

After saying that, Zhang Lin struggled to raise his gun, and finally swept away the momentum of the woman's downward pressure, and after making space, he immediately took a few steps behind him.

Seeing Zhang Lin, who wanted to distance himself, the woman in red immediately caught up again. The spear went straight out, and the body of the spear gradually generated a cyclone on the head of the spear with the swing of both hands, and attacked Zhang Lin head-on again.

Zhang Lin did not sit still, after slightly pressing down the center of gravity of his body, he stepped to the side to dodge, and then jumped up with inertia, and the spear in his hand also rotated around him for several weeks and collided head-on with the body of the woman in red.

When the guns of the two collided, fierce sparks were generated, and the sound of "clicking" continued to linger in the sky above the arena.

After a moment of respite, the two pulled apart again. The woman in red stood diagonally with her spear, and the body of the gun produced a crisp oscillating sound under the huge stopping action. Then after the woman in red held the gun and made a set of chic movements, a momentary figure and the head of the gun went towards Zhang Lin's face again. In an instant, Zhang Lin also reacted quickly, turned around and blocked the incoming spear head with the blade of the gun, and kicked the body of the woman in red and flipped over the air to widen the distance. And the body of his spear also turned over, drawing a cold moon ring in mid-air.

Seeing that her face was about to be attacked, the woman in red hurriedly inserted the head of the gun into the ground, and her whole body quickly pressed down to avoid Zhang Lin's attack.

And after Zhang Lin's churning and falling, the rhythm of the attack did not stop, and immediately like the martial arts of the woman in red just now, he picked up the spear and went straight out. The woman in red also quickly saw through Zhang Lin's offensive rhythm after getting up again, and reacted accordingly. Jump backwards to open up the distance, and then hold the same and go straight out.

Suddenly, the tips of the two spears were pressed against each other. The constant squeezing of the tip of the gun also caused the entire barrel to become bent.

After a few wrestling, the woman in red looked a little out of breath, and the spear that was bent by the spear shot out, and in an instant, the spear galloped out like a loose horse. Zhang Lin also didn't have time to react, and turned around to avoid it under the drive of instinctive evasion. At the moment of dodging, the spear in his hand also ejected due to the loss of resistance, and rushed straight towards the face of the woman in red.

After discovering that the spear flew out uncontrollably, Zhang Lin immediately grabbed his body and flashed, grabbed the tail of the spear in the air, and the other hand happened to catch the silver spear ejected by the woman in red.

At the same time that Zhang Lin reacted to catch the gunshot, the woman in red also saw that Zhang Lin, who couldn't dodge, was about to be hit by her own bullet spear, so she jumped up and grabbed the tail of the gun, and at the same time, Zhang Lin's spear was also close to the door. In the blink of an eye, the woman in red skillfully caught Zhang Lin's spear.

In this way, the two of them held the tail of their own spear and the body of each other's spear in their hands. And in front of the eyes of both sides are the blades of guns close to their eye sockets.

The two spears formed a natural perspective between their denominations, and through the tips of each other's spears, their eyes reflected each other's appearances, and after a moment, both released each other's weapons at the same time.

"Adjutant!" The woman in red slowly walked towards Zhang Lin, bowed slightly, and said coldly with an unruly look on her face.

"Concession......" Zhang Lin put away his spear and said modestly.

And the battle between the two also surprised many people present. The audience gradually surrounded many cheers and exclamations.

"It's worthy of Adjutant Zhang, so strong!" In the crowd, Shi Wei also witnessed the battle between the two.

"Good fight!" Beimenyu also slowly walked up to the stage from the stage.

"How? Now I recognize this adjutant from Dawn Valley! Beiyu applauded and jokingly said to the woman in red.

"......" The woman in red looked half embarrassed on her face, and she didn't say anything or deny Beimenyu's words.

"It's me who lost half a point......," Zhang Lin said modestly at his side.

The woman in red was one of the few female warriors in the Coldwind Fortress, and she was also one of the many top scavenging teams in the Coldwind Fortress. His full name is Louyle. Ewen]

"You really are! It's not happy at all, I always like to be humble and avoid these little things. Beimenyu was slightly unhappy and scolded Zhang Lin, who always pretended to be modest.

After speaking, Zhang Lin didn't know how to answer, and reached out to scratch the back of his head, revealing half of embarrassment. Then he followed Beimenyu's expression and spoke again;

"Don't Adjutant Zhang anymore, Adjutant Zhang's call, I'm already ......"

Before the words fell—at this time, Kanze gradually appeared in the field of vision of the three of them.

"Your Excellency!" Beimenyu, who was the first to see Kanze, hurriedly said humbly. The rest of the people who followed also focused their eyes on Kanzer. The soldiers gestured equally humbly.

"Practiced?" Kanzer flicked his glasses and said with a gentle smile on his eyes.

"Yes, I don't know if the adults are here...... Is there something you want to command? ”

"Adult ......"

While Bei Menyu spoke, Lou Yier on one side also saluted respectfully to Kanze.

"The commander asked me to come over and tell you something." Kanzer raised his hand, signaling that everyone should not be courteous.

"Please tell me!"

"It's not a big deal, the commander is worried that if you are comfortable for too long, the morale of the soldiers will drop because of it, so I hope that the training intensity in the barracks will not be retreated because of the short-term comfort."

Kan Ze's tone fell, and Beimenyu immediately became serious. shouted to the crowd in the audience:

"Everyone, double all training! Start now! The moment the words fell, the entire barracks became an orderly restlessness.

"Your Excellency...... Any other instructions? Beimenyu lowered his head slightly and asked. This scene also made Zhang Lin breathtaking again.

"Fortunately, there is nothing else to do at the moment, so you can continue."

After that, Kanze walked out of the gate of the barracks, and Beimenyu and Zhang Lin wanted to stay for a while to get together and drink, but Kanze claimed that there was something important and left directly.

The time came two hours before the battle between Lou Yile and Zhang Lin -

In the wilderness where the north wind is howling, Louyle is hurrying back to the Coldwind Fortress with a group of men.

Frost fluttered in the places where the pegasus stood, and the neighing of horses could be heard from afar.

"It's Captain Ewen back, open the gates!" The soldiers on the high platform saw Louyle in red from afar, and shouted to his companions behind him.

A moment later, the frozen chains slowly kicked in, pulling up the heavy gates, and Louyle's team sped away.

After a few more moments, several figures appeared in Kanze's studio.

"Your Excellency!"

Looking at Louyle who came through the door, Kanze also quickly got up from his work position and walked over.

"How?" Kanzer asked.

Louyle shook his head, his eyebrows drooping slightly, indicating that nothing had been found. Kanzer also instantly showed a disappointed expression.

"That's it, you stand down first, I'll go find the commander."

"Yes......"

After a brief exchange, the two walked out of the studio.

After a few brief explanations from Louille and his teammates, his figure quickly appeared in front of the gate of the barracks.

"Captain Ewen!" The soldier in front of the door gestured politely. Louyle nodded in response and walked in silently. Just as I saw an unfamiliar face on the arena, I quickened my pace with curiosity.

On the Arena –

Zhang Lin was holding a spear and trying to compete with Norek face to face.

"Lord Zhang Lin, be careful!" Norek's voice fell, and the blade in his hand rushed in front of Zhang Lin. Seeing this, Zhang Lin calmly blocked Norek's attack with the body of the gun.

"Just call me Zhang Lin." After shaking off Norek's blade, Zhang Lin said lightly.

Then Norek turned around and slashed with his knife, and Zhang Lin also held a gun to meet the attack, and the tip of the gun collided with the blade with a crisp sound.

This was followed by a fierce exchange of guns and knives.

Norek's frenzied figure kept changing positions around Zhang Lin's body, and Zhang Lin could only spin the gun to create a ring defense centered on himself.

Unexpectedly, Norek suddenly jumped up, jumped high with a knife in both hands and slashed, but all this seemed to be in Zhang Lin's expectation, between which the corners of Zhang Lin's mouth gently outlined an arc, and the body of the gun that stopped spinning took advantage of the situation, looking at Norek's tall body, aiming at Norek's abdomen and stabbing it directly, the vacated Norek showed his Achilles' heel but was powerless to react, and could only watch himself hit the body of the gun raised by Zhang Lin.

"Not good!"

At that moment, Louyle, who was not far from the stage, noticed that something was wrong, and quickly rushed to the wooden stick placed on the side, with a very fast and powerful kick, the wooden stick shot out like a slingshot and smashed into Norek on the stage, and the powerful kinetic energy also pushed his body to the side heavily, and after Norek wailed for no reason, his body fell to the ground, which prevented him from facing Zhang Lin's gun blade entirely.

And this scene happened to be seen by Beimenyu, who was watching the battle, with a faint smile on his face.

But Zhang Lin was a little surprised by this scene, he put away the tail of the gun he raised, and turned to look at the woman in red behind the crowd.

Many people in the audience also turned around with Zhang Lin's gaze-

"It's Captain Ewen!"

"Captain Ewen is back!"

……

There was a noise in the soldiers' pile.

Shi Wei and Fang Hai looked at the woman in puzzlement.

Norek on the stage also got up with a bewildered face, picked up the wooden stick that had just hit him in his hand, and walked to the front of the stage with a sad face;

"Who's the black hand!"

"It's me!" Louyle also shouted unceremoniously behind the crowd.

Norlek looked in the direction from which the voice came, and Louyle's brown hair and red clothes gradually reflected in his eyes.

"Louyle! What are you doing! Didn't you see me competing? Looking at his old acquaintance and rival, Norek said indignantly.

"Competition? Are you sure you're not looking for death? If it wasn't for me just now, I'm afraid you'd be in your stomach by now. Louyle said as he walked towards the arena.

"Lord Beimen!" In front of Beimenyu, he bowed politely. Beimenyu also smiled and nodded in response, looking at it without words.

Norek looked at the spear in Zhang Lin's hand, recalled the battle process just now, and was speechless for a while, feeling that Louier had indeed saved himself, so he didn't speak back.

"Who is this?" Looking at Zhang Lin's unfamiliar face, Lou Yier asked as he looked at Beimenyu's eyes.

"Interested in getting acquainted?" Beimenyu confided lightly.

Before Beimenyu could continue to introduce, Zhang Lin was the first to speak;

"In Xia Zhanglin, Dawn Valley is just a homeless person......"

"You're very good, can you compete with me?" Louyle said dryly, glancing at Norek beside him with a slight disdain.

"This ......" Zhang Lin said awkwardly, looking at Beimenyu with a look of help.

Beimenyu said with a smile and an equally light tone;

"In that case, Adjutant Zhang might as well give some guidance, right?"

Hearing the word "adjutant", Lu Yier mistakenly thought that Zhang Lin was already the deputy commander of the Cold Wind Fortress, and his expression immediately became more serious.

"Adjutant?! I don't approve of an adjutant who is not good! Please advise! Louyle's tone became harsh.

Zhang Lin didn't know why the woman in front of him suddenly became more serious for a while, and her face showed a hint of confusion. Then through Beimenyu's expression, he instantly became clear, and hurriedly prepared to explain.

"I ...... This...... No, are you mistaken......"

"Please give me advice, Lieutenant!" Before Zhang Lin could finish explaining, Lou Yier said again in a stoning tone.

And Beimenyu on the side helped the fire with a smile-

"Please also ask Adjutant Zhang to guide my subordinate, so that it will be convenient for you to consul in the Cold Wind Fortress in the future."

Looking at Beimenyu's expression of preparing to watch the play, Zhang Lin's face also looked a little helpless and resentful, and at this point, Zhang Lin and Lou Yier began a formal competition.

The perspective pulls to another place inside the fortress -

In a small library, Song Jingran was flipping through some books. In the corner that was not bright enough, he was the only one sitting quietly, a brown robe that became a barrier between him and the outside world, quietly covering his silver hair.

I don't know when it started, Song Jingran's state of mind began to become quieter, and she lost her previous immature breath.

Lines of subtitles are reflected in the corners of the slightly flawed eyes, and the whole person is engrossed in the world described in the book.

An old man on the edge of the desk noticed the child, his eyes slightly shining with appreciation, and his wrinkled face stretched a little. He didn't bother him, just looked at it thoughtfully, then brushed his glasses and went about his business with a slight smile.

After a long time, Song Jingran gently put the unknown book back in its original place.

"Do you like that book?" The old man's mixed voice gradually sounded, and he whispered to Song Jingran, who was about to go out.

Song Jingran's footsteps paused slightly, he didn't say anything under the robe, slowly turned around and bowed slightly.

When the old man saw the response, a smile appeared on his face, and then he continued:

"Books are allowed here, so if you like it, you can take it back and read it."

Hearing the words, a glimmer of light flashed in Song Jingran's eyes, and he raised his head slightly, looking at the old man's shining lenses through the corner of the robe.

"You come with me." The old man beckoned, and Song Jingran followed silently.

"It's been a long time since anyone reading a book here...... said the old man as he gently brushed the dust off the bookshelf with his hand. Song Jingran was beside him, looking at the books on the pile of bookshelves through the old man's slightly skinny back, his lips slightly open and he sighed lightly, not knowing how to talk.

"You can come as often as you like." After speaking, he pulled out the book that Song Jingran had just read from the shelf.

"Give!"

Song Jingran took it gently, and the old man's skinny hand was revealed in front of Song Jingran, but it did not reveal a feeling of old and weak.

"Thank you...... Xie ......" Song Jingran, who took the book, pursed his lips and said.

Seeing Song Jingran who spoke, the old man was also full of smiles, and the corners of his wrinkled mouth drew an arc, and he said lightly:

"No thanks, go back. Remember to come back next time. ”

The old man's voice was gentle, and his eyes were shining, as if he regarded the child as his companion.

- In this way, time flickered, and for many days, Song Jingran often went in and out of this library, and as the days went by, most of the books in this small library were read by Song Jingran.

Occasionally, in his spare time, he would take care of the dusty books on the shelves for the old man and clean up some clutter, so that the quiet library would occasionally seem a little lively.

One afternoon, Song Jingran came to the library as usual. As soon as the door was opened, the old man sat on the edge of the desk as early as ever.

"Here we are." The old man gently covered the book he was reading, raised his glasses and said to Song Jingran who entered the door.

"Hmm..."

"You don't need to help take care of it today, you can finish reading the remaining books, go out for a walk with me."

Song Jingran was stunned for a moment, then her eyes focused on the old man's eyes, and only after a moment did she answer;

"Hmmm......"

Time is slowly passing, and the sound of Song Jingran gently turning the book comes from the corner from time to time, and the old man is holding a thick book and flipping through it, because he often can't see clearly, even if he has thick lenses on the bridge of his nose, he still needs to hold a magnifying glass to help him see the words clearly.

The occasional long sigh is the best affirmation of the content of the book.

Soon, Song Jingran put away the books in his hand and gently put them back on the bookshelf.

"Let's go...... the old man also quickly packed up his things and gently closed the door of the library.

Soon the figures of the two appeared at the gate in the west of the city.

"Open the door, I'm going out!" The old man took the pass token in his hand and said to the soldiers on guard.

"Mr. Zerav, are you sure you want to go out with a child?" Looking at Song Jingran behind the old man, the soldier also asked with concern.

"I'm not going to the wilderness to look for strange beasts......"

"This ...... However, even if you have a pass out of the city, in case you encounter danger outside the city, it will be our responsibility......"

After the soldier's words were finished, the old man glanced at Song Jingran under him, his expression changed slightly, and he realized that his behavior might bring danger, and then said to the soldier pleadingly;

"We went to a wooden house outside the city, and the kid ...... I don't want him to be in danger either, can you send a few guards with us......"

"This ......," the two or three soldiers on duty looked at each other a few times, and then spoke;

"No problem, but we need to wait a while, we need to report the matter to our superiors."

After staying for a long time, escorted by several soldiers, the old man and Song Jingran entered a wooden house.

"This is my former ...... residence"

The old man gently pushed the door open, and the old aura inside instantly rushed out with a light breeze.

Song Jingran's face was slightly puzzled, and he asked softly behind his back;

"Why did you bring me here?"

"I don't know, I just think you're very close, and I want to bring you here at any risk because I want something for you."

After saying that, the old man walked straight to a place in the house, and after a few steps of rummaging, he found a strange book from a pile of miscellaneous items.

The outer shell of the book is made of cowhide, and there is a metal border faintly embedded around the edges, but these are not the most striking places, the most striking thing is that in the center of the book, inlaid with a red gem, the edge of the gem is also wrapped by a special pattern of metal strips.

"What is this?"

"You can understand it as the self-redemption of a down-and-out old man......," the old man said, opening the book in his hand, and through the slightest crack in the wooden house, the breeze slipped in. The "whoosh" sound of blowing the pages of the book also brought up a thin layer of dust.

On each page, there are some peculiar patterns and annotations.

"What is this described......" Song Jingran asked again in a whisper from behind the old man's back.

The old man turned around, looked at Song Jingran's eyes with a slight smile, and didn't intend to explain anything, so he took Song Jingran's hand and prepared to walk out of the house.

After a while, the two of them were escorted by several soldiers to a cliff with a wide view.

From a distance, the wisps of white light were split in half by the huge mountain axe, half of which shot towards the other end of the distant sky, and a radius shone directly on the faces of several people.

"You guys are right here, in the front place, and I want to stay with this kid for a while." The old man said to several of the soldiers who were escorting. With that, the soldiers also stood guard on the spot.

The old man and Song Jingran found a stone pile to sit on, and the old man slowly opened the book embedded with gems.

"Kid, do you know about the Cataclysm?"

"Earlier, when Dawn Valley was still there, my father mentioned some ...... in bedtime stories," Song Jingran said silently, his face sinking slightly.

"Hahaha...... Your father is really... How to use these as bedtime stories to coax children. The old man smiled a little bitterly in his tone. Then he turned the page and continued to tell with a sigh.

"Actually...... We've almost forgotten the old world, and you see, how beautiful it is beyond the mountains and rivers. ”

"Mr. ......"

"Beneath this gorgeous cloak lurks a crisis that may arise at any time." The old man closed the book in his hand and handed it to Song Jingran beside him.

"Before the cataclysm, people were still in the era of multi-racial warfare, and there was always disharmony between countries, and the smoke of gunpowder filled many continents, only then did they encounter the wrath of the gods, and the divine punishment also came, and disasters followed. Wailing and suffering pervade every corner of the world, and the number of displaced people is increasing day and night. Everywhere there is silence and sorrow. ”

"Sir...... Looking at the old man's incessant narration, Song Jingran's face was not curious about the story, but puzzled by the old man's behavior.

The old man's eyes gradually lit up with the flames of war, and behind the flames of war faintly appeared a high wall, but it didn't take long for the flames to become higher and higher, almost engulfing the entire city.

"Kid...... The book ...... In fact, it tells the original world, and the original truth ......"

Song Jingran didn't understand what the old man was referring to, and there was worry and doubt in his eyes. For Song Jingran, the cataclysm may really exist, but that was hundreds of years ago, and now that they are officially the result of the cataclysm, they are just accepting that the cataclysm is still going on......

Since entering the old man's library, Song Jingran has a general understanding and experience of history, so he has this skeptical attitude.

The old man was still muttering, and gradually—a sad aura gradually emanated from the old man's body.

"I used to be a brave warrior...... Now, people here call me Zeraf, but that's not my real name. - My real name is [Telest]......"

"Huh?! You are ......" Song Jingran seemed to realize something, and raised his eyes to look at this old man who seemed to be vicissitudes.

A smile appeared on the old man's face, and the corners of his mouth gently raised the folds and nodded.

"The first time you came to my library, the book I read was the ...... I wrote"

"But...... Why ......"

The old man was silent, and gently brushed the back of the two with his hand, and suddenly, a white light fell from the sky, enveloping the two of them in response, and the white light gradually formed a transparent barrier, isolating the soldiers standing guard outside. The soldiers standing guard outside stood unaware.

"This ...... What's going on? Song Jingran exclaimed, but when he got up, the soldiers didn't react as if they had lost their minds.

The old man gradually rolled up his sleeves, revealing the sun wheel mark on his shoulder, and said indifferently;

"Don't be nervous, you just don't want them to hear what we're talking about......"

"......Who are you?"

"An old man who is about to wither...... After speaking, the old man gently brushed the back of Song Jingran's head with his hand, and then continued;

"Child, you are very good, I can feel that there is a bigger world in your heart, and you are different from other children."

"Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about...... Also, how do you do that...... If you were the author of that book, you would have ...... long ago."

Before Song Jingran's words fell, the old man added: "I have passed away a long time ago......"

“…… Maybe so, but it doesn't matter anymore, this world is not as simple as you think, and to understand him, you must have enough power to subvert the doom of this world. As you have seen or experienced, the world is full of unknown dangers......"

You say so...... But doesn't the ability you have just demonstrated show that you are the kind of person who has the ability to subvert misfortune? Why don't you help those who are still struggling to survive in the wilderness? ”

After listening to Song Jingran's words, the old man sighed and replied: "It's not that I don't want to help them, but people with this power are not omnipotent, they will also grow old, they will get sick, and they will decay......

"But, you've been alive for so long......"

"Yes...... I've lived long enough...... But hundreds of years of loneliness have also worn away my will...... My body actually aged hundreds of years ago...... Maintain this appearance, relying on the power of God to survive until now...... Now I am far less powerful than one-tenth of the one who has a high seat in this Cold Wind Fortress......"

Song Jingran looked at the old man in front of him blankly, his words were mostly sighs for the past, looking at the old man's face, Song Jingran said secretly in his heart: "The loneliness that precipitated in his heart can't be catharsized, so why is he so depressed?" ”

After a long time, the bitter sadness on the old man's face gradually disappeared, and what changed was a smile on Song Jingran's face, and he raised the arm engraved with the sun wheel mark again, and gently waved it on Song Jingran's head, for a while, there seemed to be an energy in the sky that slowly converged into Song Jingran's body, and this sudden warm current also surprised Song Jingran, which was a feeling he had never felt before-warm, hopeful, and hot...... Many feelings are intricately intertwined in my mind.

A few more moments later. The old man slowly lowered his arm, and the remaining afterglow dissipated, and the transparent wall behind him shattered.

"Let's go back......"

The moment the words fell, the old man flicked his hand again, and a white light appeared again, but this time the white light was directly reflected on everyone, and after a roar, everyone except the old man disappeared from the same place......

But the old man went alone into the depths of the wilderness......

Hero - [Taylester]. This name was remembered and praised by the people of the time hundreds of years ago, as the first group of inspired people, they shouldered the first hope of mankind, and led mankind to fight and win in that wild world. They are some of the greatest people in the history of mankind.

As for their stories, we can only know from the inherited history books, and to this day, people still use the hero as the object of imitation.

The perspective came to the few people who were mapped by the white light-

They were woken up by the other soldiers around them, with their tired bodies.

"Hey! Feed! What's the matter with you, you actually sleep on duty in broad daylight! ”

Several soldiers rubbed their eyes and slowly raised their heads, only to find that they were lying under the city gate, but they had no impression of it.

"Huh? …… How could I sleep here? I remember what I was doing......"

"What's going on......"

"I feel like my head is so heavy......"

……

A few of the soldiers chattered at a loss, but the other soldiers who woke them up were furious and kept scolding them for not doing their duty.

The perspective came to Song Jingran's body-

"Jing Ran! Jing Ran! ……”

Song Jingran's ears faintly sounded the sound of someone shouting, his heavy eyes opened weakly, and the hazy eyes slowly reflected the appearance of the person.

"Brother Zhang Lin...... You, why are you here? ”

"I just came back, and I can't wake you up when I see you sleeping...... Is something going on? ”

"Sleepy?" Song Jingran slowly stood up, shaking his still awake head, remembering something, but it seemed that he couldn't remember anything. His hands began to grope for something on the bed, and suddenly a metallic touch caught his eye.

Gently peeled off the quilt on his body, and under him was the book embedded with gems, Song Jingran slowly took it in his hand, and looked at it with a clue, but it felt familiar, but he didn't know where he had seen it.

"Is this book yours?" Zhang Lin looked at such a luxurious book and said.

Song Jingran gently opened the cover of the book, and the first page of the book read-

[Do not let ignorance fill your heart, which will make the truth appear to you as incomparably weak]

Zhang Lin also whispered this sentence in his mouth, and after paying attention to it for a while, the appearance of an old man seemed to flash in his mind, but he never knew who that person was.

After a moment of silence, Song Jingran slowly replied:

"It's my ......"

Zhang Lin didn't think about it, and said with a smile:

"Well, then take it well, such a luxurious bookcase, don't let others see it, if you lose it, it will be cheaper for others."

"I won't lose it!"

"Okay, you can rest for a while, and I'll cook you something to eat. I guess I'm tired of reading. ”

"Hmmm......"