After a long day of hard fighting, Gulf probably had a stomach to talk to Lucy, and Zi Lang reasoned with him and drove him away, while he sat on the edge of the long bridge, alone thinking about the battle after dawn. Tia's request he probably had to accept, it might be stronger for the giants of the Love tribe to join forces with the Hope Legion to form a second line of defense, the Flying God Crossbow of the Mingyu Kingdom needed to increase its attack, and it would be ideal if it could move the attack point forward a few hundred meters, the idea of the Tang Commander of the Tiger Shark Wargroup could not be implemented, it would be too dangerous, and the guys of the Holy Son Legion, they had to hold their positions in the rear, because only in the melee between the fortifications could the human warriors be able to resist Baji's strong attack, that was the last hope......

Someone behind him was walking up slowly, walking very lightly, as if he couldn't bear to disturb the rare silence. It was Sergeant Mi Rong, who had probably finished her job caring for the wounded, and should have brought a meatloaf or a hamburger with her at this moment. Qi Lang forgot that he hadn't eaten all day.

Sure enough, two rice balls were handed over, and behind the rice balls was the slightly haggard but smiling pretty face.

"I'm sorry, I was hoping to bring you two pieces of jerky, but the supply on Marcus's side couldn't keep up, so ......" She sat down and gently placed the rice balls in front of Qi Lang.

"It's okay, I'm not very hungry. Qi Lang rubbed his hands against his ribs, the dirt scraped everywhere on the scales of the armor, but the palms of his hands still did not show their true colors. He didn't care, and reached out to the rice ball with a smaller head. The mouth said, "I want one." I guess you won't have time for dinner, will you?"

Mi Rong removed her hand. He smiled lightly with a frown. took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve and put it on the back of Qi Lang's hand. "You dirty man, oh, wipe your hands with it. She commanded, "Both are yours, and you must destroy them all." ”

Qi Lang obediently wiped his palms, and it took almost five seconds to wipe out the two rice balls, and Mi Rong laughed out loud: "Qiaoqiao is right. You must have been controlled by Igro to the point where you were completely like him during the meal. ”

Qi Lang smiled helplessly: "I look ugly, I always knew it." She always likes to make fun of me...... By the way, how is Jojo? Iglu healed her?"

Mi Rong deliberately pursed her mouth: "In front of me, why are you mentioning other women?"

"Obviously, you mentioned her ...... first," Qi Lang complained in a low voice, "I think you two are getting more and more alike, just as unreasonable." It's a real headache. ”

"Who makes you like it?" Mi Rong squinted at him, his expression full of provocation.

Qi Lang blushed, thanks to the dust covering the color of his face, otherwise he would have to be teased again. He looked away from Mirong's bright eyes. lest she see her embarrassment. That movement looked a little panicked, because the gaze was moving. Involuntarily lingered on her lips for about 0.5 seconds. Her mouth was beautiful, slightly thinner than Joanna's, small and delicate, and bright red, and if you kissed it, it would definitely make you dizzy for two or three hours.

Qi Lang hated himself for thinking like this, because it made him feel a strong sense of guilt in his heart—she was a holy girl like a goddess, unblasphemous, inviolable.

But unfortunately, when Qi Lang moved his gaze aimlessly to the west, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Rupert standing by the bridge pole kissing affectionately. A little further to the west, Dong Hong's guy was stretching out his arm to wrap his arms around Liya Azhuo's shoulders. Mi Rong saw Qi Lang's discomfort, but she didn't squeak, just pursed her lips and easily kicked the stones under her feet down the gentle slope.

"Jojo is fine, Iglu heals her without the slightest scar. Mi Rong thoughtfully changed the topic, "It's just that she is too tired and needs to use this time to take a good rest, so the task of delivering food to your big hero is handed over to me." ”

"Yes......" Qi Lang always felt that this matter was not as simple as Mi Rong said.

"I notice, you seem to have something on your mind, can you tell me about it?" Mi Rong set her eyes on the river flowing eastward. Under the darkness of the night, the blood in the Danjin River was no longer clear, and although the current situation was not as warm and romantic as usual, at least it no longer looked so bloody and cruel.

"What can I do ......" Qi Lang tried to deny that he was distressed, but as soon as the words came out, he immediately regretted it, because he knew that he was not very good at lying, especially in the face of Mi Rong, he couldn't pretend to be full of care. He finally sighed: "Yes, I have something on my mind...... I felt frustrated, I felt like I was making a mess of things. You must be disappointed, right?"

"Disappointed?" Mi Rong turned her face solemnly, stared into Qi Lang's eyes and asked, "I have never been disappointed, and neither have any of us. Why do you think that?"

Qi Lang still avoided his gaze: "I think my strength is too small, and it is very likely that we will not be able to win this decisive battle." Not only this decisive battle, but also the impending disaster, I can't solve it. I'm not that person, I'm not the big hero who can solve all the problems in this world......"

"What you're saying may be the truth. Mi Rong didn't seem to intend to be a comforter, "You have been pinned on too much hope, and too much baggage has been pressed on your shoulders, but in reality, our judgment may be wrong, you are just an ordinary person, and the person you and Mr. Wuchen are talking about may not be the same person at all." ”

Qi Lang's head hung lower. He might not have felt so devastated if the same thing had been said by someone else, but now his faith had sunk to the bottom.

"But even if that's true, what can it be?" Mi Rong held Qi Lang's shoulder at this time, that small palm seemed to have some magical power, as if it was injecting magical power into Qi Lang's body bit by bit, "We never expected any savior to send down a miracle and rewrite all this by ourselves." We just need someone who can stand up and lead everyone out of the current predicament, so that everyone can see hope, and now you are standing in that position. ”

Qi Lang slowly raised his head, and from Mi Rong's big, round eyes, he saw firmness.

"Mr. Wuchen told me that that person is not a god, but a hope. "He said that our world will inevitably encounter unprecedented troubles, whether it is war or disaster, because that is the law of development." But at any time, we, the humble survivors who are struggling in samsara, must not give up hope, because only hope will make our short life full of meaning. ”

"In other words, Mr. Wuchen was lying to me in the first place?" Qi Lang smiled wryly in his powerlessness, "He hurt me, do you know how much pressure it is?"

Mi Rong smiled and shook her head: "Except for one thing, Mr. Wuchen never lies. I know he's absolutely not wrong, and you must be that person, because you've always brought us hope. Your kindness, your bravery, and your persistence have always been the right direction for hope to exist. When you stand in the middle of the long bridge and raise your arms and shout, you must have heard the mountain roaring and tsunami behind you. Everyone is watching you and doing everything they can to support you. Even if you are just an ordinary warrior, weak in strength, and insignificant compared to a strong enemy, everything you pursue is the beauty that we value the most, and your feelings are the greatest glory in this world. ”

Qi Lang frowned thoughtfully: "Did I pursue something?"

Mi Rong smiled and blinked: "How could you not know? What you are looking for is the treasure that the gods have hidden in all corners of this world. ”

Qi Lang just understood a little, but was confused by Mi Rong again. He scratched his head at Mi Rong with a bitter face: "You're playing a riddle, aren't you? But you should know that I'm not very good at this, what are those treasures? Can you be more exact?"

Mi Rong's face was slightly red, but she tilted her head, and suddenly said, "Will you come to pursue me?"

"Uh......" Qi Lang was taken aback, "Of course...... Quite possibly...... Definitely!"

"You're so nervous, I'm just making an analogy. Mi Rong laughed heartily, and her words suddenly reminded Qi Lang of the unlucky wild donkey Suo Xi, "The love between men and women is a treasure. There is also family affection, friendship...... And so on, those beautiful things are the treasures that the gods want us to dig up in our short lives, and only when we find them and sweep the dust off their bodies can our lives have meaning. Those are all told to me by Mr. Wuchen, don't you think it makes sense?"

Qi Lang let out a sigh of relief. "Mr. Dustless is really good at. He stuck out his tongue to himself, "By the way, you said that Mr. Wuchen only lied to people on one thing, what is that?"

"It's his own death. Mi Rong looked up at the sky sadly, and there was a star shining brightly, "My father told me all about it, and Mr. Wuchen was the poison he drunk. He lied to me, he promised me when I was very young, he said that he would never die and that he would always be with me. But he finally left me, even if he is as strong as him, he can't live forever like a god, in the end, each of us is just a humble ordinary person, and we can never escape the shackles of reincarnation......"

"But we still have hope, for the sake of those good things, don't we?" (To be continued......