On the plateau of northern Tibet, on a mountain peak, a tall man in a heavy cotton suit squinted his eyes, stared at the short obituary on his mobile phone through his goggles, and was silent for a long time without speaking, just slamming his heels on the ground. In the next moment, a whole mountain rose from the ground. The beast beneath its feet no longer rested, carrying the man away from the mountainside, leaving behind only half of the metal heap that reflected the cold sunlight of the plateau. The beast ran wildly, but the man stood straight and motionless like a mountain. After much hesitation, he still took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"String Moon? It's me. The C6 area has been cleaned up, so let's send someone over to clean up the battlefield. Well, I already know. I'll go back after dealing with the third war zone and help me make up a vacation... Well? Is that what the tree says... All right. Then I won't go back. ”

Hanging up the phone and stuffing it back into his pocket, the man couldn't help but be stunned.

"Roar, roar, roar," the beast at his feet whispered to his master, and his destination was approaching.

Take off your goggles and mask and put them in your storage bag. In the bitter cold, frost and snow of the plateau, the man rubbed his face vigorously and began to breathe deeply.

The sound of breathing was long and heavy, like a second giant beast, echoing in this heaven and earth.

The blinding reflective area in the distance was suddenly disturbed, and the pitch-black sea was mixed with a few patches of silver and a little gold. The slow-moving metal realm seemed to be annoyed by the uninvited arrival of the villains on the other side, the golden bits climbed into the air, and the snake-like head stared at the behemoth rushing across the side, "Ho ho ho ho

With a heavy step, the man's figure went straight into the sky. The giant beast that was sprinting under him stumbled and seemed to have long been used to it, and he didn't care about stepping away again and rushing towards the sea of metal.

As if provoked, the golden beast king hovering in mid-air raised layers of red gold armor, ignoring the small creatures that flew in, and swooped forward to stop the giant beast from sprinting and trampling on his people.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout between the heavens and the earth.

"What does it do?" The sense of great crisis that appeared out of thin air was like a hammer, striking and beating every metal nerve of the Beastmaster. I opened my mouth again, but only the sound of "ho-ho" echoed in my throat.

The wind and snow gather frost, the sky condenses the cold realm, and the void kills.

"Look at me, cub!"

Thunder followed by thunder.

The black mangs broke through the golden armor, and the silver blood sprinkled the sky.

Take off the headset, take off the glasses, rub the reddened bridge of the nose and ears, close the eyes of the moon, and rest for a while. Don't think about it, there will definitely be another communication call later, asking her to organize people to clean up the battlefield. She had rarely seen a man so angry—she could tell from the tone that the scene would be very inky, and that the sweepers might be busy.

For her, "tide" is not very close. After all, she is still in the investigation period, and except for her brother, she has not seen other members of the "tide" in reality. "What's this called..."With his left hand on his cheek, Xianyue's already baby-fat little face became more and more rounded. Just two days after I started working, the old-timers drove the crane, this is too dangerous, I'm afraid that the old brother won't pit me again..."The right hand turned the tip of the hair, and the green silk wrapped around the jade finger again and again, and then the circle was released, and the cycle was repeated, and I never got tired of it.

"Changsheng..."She didn't know the name, but she had heard her brother mention it a few times in private. The old-timers have all broken and sunk in the sand, and my little arms and legs can carry it a few times... Can you not take this regular task, suddenly I don't want to become a regular person, how good it is to be an intern salted fish.." took out his mobile phone, staring at the red-headed task reminder under his code name "String Moon" with a sad face. "Or... Discuss with my brother and be absent again? I remember it was three failed missions before I swept the tide, and this is the second time for me, I should... Don't worry..."

"Zhou Nansheng! What are you doing? Zone C is going to be a mess! "A roar frightened the moon and scared, and the mobile phone almost died heroically." Oh oh oh..."Lian Sheng hurriedly put away his mobile phone and put on a headset, while connecting with the communication and communication dispatch in the C war zone, while continuing to make his own little calculations in his heart, without delay.

The girl's real name is Zhou Nansheng, and the tide is codenamed "Xianyue", and the internship will be full.

As for the girl's brother, his real name is Zhou Beimu, and he is codenamed "Scholar" in Chaozhong, and he is in charge of killing.

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“... Good. I'll let you know when they return. Hanging up the phone, the man subconsciously raised the Coke in his hand and raised it to his lips, gradually making waves, but putting it down. Pursing his dry lips, the man began to think hard about how to get the news to those guys.

The man runs a small shop, and although the location is somewhat remote, the income has always been considerable.

Business is good, mainly because it is the only one, and there is no other semicolon. Thousands of miles in circumference, only this is the smoke of cooking.

Lotte Xiaolou is mainly engaged in catering, accommodation, news and corpse collection.

In addition to the identity of the store manager, the man is in the tide, codenamed "Coke", and the intelligence collection and transmission of the extreme south region of the forbidden area is passed.

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"Today, today, this autumn rain, the old people's stories are piled up." Taking a sip of the wine in the cup, looking at the autumn rain outside the court, the blue-shirted Taoist felt it and groaned in a low voice. "I never thought that when I said goodbye to my immortal friend, there would be no day of reunion."

"Lao Liu, why did you say that guy just... The whole tide counts back and forth, he is the most slippery, and when he sees the opportunity, he is really a must, I blocked him for four or five months, and I didn't pour back that wine, why is this said that it is gone..."Opposite the Taoist, there was a man with a sword sitting cross-legged, and sighed with a sigh on his face.

"People are not as good as the sky, and the sky is not as good as the sky." The Taoist sighed again, and simply gave up the wine glass and held the pot to drink. "Heaven abandons me, practice misunderstands me, beauty bears me, only wine can still get me drunk." The Taoist surnamed Liu leaned on the pavilion railing, the placket was scattered, and the two big sleeves were rolled up indiscriminately.

"I've drunk too much again..."The man holding the sword pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly. Then he also lay back, resting his head on the railing, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

This is not the first time that a man has said goodbye to his old friend. It's just that every time he says goodbye, the man hopes that it can be the last time.

"Life is lonely, hold the sword and walk alone." No longer caring about the drunken madman on the side, the man fell asleep with his sword in his arms to the sound of falling rain.

Whoever is in the tide and hears the tide will think or be in pain, or angry or sad. Thousands of people have thousands of feelings, and they all have feelings.

The old man returns, the tide flows, and we wait to see him off.