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Cheng Mo walked along the long aisle between the cockpits, some of the Tai Chi Dragon students on both sides were closing their eyes and recuperating, and some were watching the night of Paris through the panoramic glass windows.

Not far away, Notre Dame Cathedral begins to ring the bells.

In December, the weather was cold and sunny, and the bell struck thirteen.

Cheng Mo opened the sliding door of the cockpit, and only the sound of the motor seemed to echo throughout the river. The cockpit is separated from the cockpit by a wide aisle, and the center of the aisle is separated by a railing that serves as the boundary between the cockpit and the cockpit. Cheng Mo pushed open the fence gate in the middle of the railing, and the sound of a dog barking immediately came from the direction of the bow of the boat. Although Cheng Mo couldn't see the dogs, he knew that Bai Xiuxiu had deliberately made a few dogs tied to the bow of the boat to test the poison. He jumped over the railing, knocked on the iron door of the cockpit on the right, and waited for a "come in" sound from inside before pushing the door in.

At the first glance of entering, Cheng Mo saw Bigg and Teddy standing at the bow of the boat, and they had died down at this moment. Standing in the warm cockpit, he only felt as if he was peeking into the sky through the snow. He closed the door with his hand and put his eyes into the cockpit, Bai Xiuxiu, Gu Zhixue, and Zhang Zuoyong's fully mechanized carrier stood next to a black driver, Zhang Zuoyong belonged to a heavy cyborg, not to mention the big man, he was also tall, and his head was almost on the ceiling. All three instructors were staring at the small television on the bridge, which was playing God Philip beating up the Clown. The black pilot holding the rudder was trembling, it was obvious that he was afraid of Bai Xiuxiu next to him, but he couldn't help but keep peeking at what seemed to be a killing machine from the future.

Cheng Mo didn't know what a black man's pale face looked like.

Now that he knows, fear is like a film of light covering his face, making his emotions like a visual picture, intuitively transmitted to the eyes of others. He knew that now was not the time to study his expressions, so he asked directly, "Sister Bai, is there something wrong with me?"

Bai Xiuxiu took her eyes off the TV, looked at Cheng Mo and said: "Well, it seems that only 5G mobile phones can make calls and send text messages, and ordinary 4G can also listen to the radio, there is no other use, I just want to ask you if you got a 5G mobile phone?"

Cheng Mo nodded and said, "There is one, in Xie Minyun's hands." ”

Bai Xiuxiu pressed the mask, and the silver-white armor that fit her face retreated to her neck like water, revealing her face, and she said with a smile: "That's great, otherwise you can only wait for someone to get out of the city and contact the airport." ”

Bai Xiuxiu's smile had a kind of bewitching beauty against the backdrop of fully mechanized armor, Cheng Mo never thought that machines and humans could be combined so flawlessly, he was briefly shocked by such an incredible strange beauty, and then said: "I'll take it." ”

"Don't rush this meeting, anyway, the ship can only go in this direction, and it won't be in the way to contact the airport later. Saying that, Bai Xiuxiu looked back at the TV, "You have fought with the Clown Sith and have a certain understanding of him, what do you think his purpose is? Will you hand over the remote control of the poison gas device?"

Bai Xiuxiu asked a very eye-catching question, and Gu Zhixue and Zhang Zuoyong next to him immediately removed their head armor and turned their eyes to Cheng Mo, obviously the content broadcast on TV was not as attractive as Cheng Mo's answer.

Cheng Mo also turned his head to look at the TV set beside him, and the god Philip, who was wearing the suit of the Marshal of France, smashed a fist on the tip of the clown Sith's nose, blood splattered, and the head of the clown Sith was embedded in the crater-shaped marble floor by this punch. Cheng Mo saw the Clown Sith being beaten in the catacomb, and when he came to the boat, he saw the Clown Sith being beaten, he frowned a little puzzled and said: "I can't say what the purpose is, but it's definitely not as simple as creating a mess in Paris." And there's no way the Joker Sith will hand over the remote...... But God Philip is going to be in big trouble......."

"Trouble, do you think God Philip will compromise with the mad dog the Sith the Clown?" Zhang Zuoyong shook his head and said.

Bai Xiuxiu also looked at Cheng Mo and said: "You may not know much about Philip Divine General, this Divine General seems to be very talkative, but he is actually an extremely tough person, he will not compromise with the Clown Sith, let alone the Clown Sith." ”

"Yes, what's more, the clown Sith wants the inheritance of the gods..... It's simply not possible. Zhang Zuoyong added.

Seeing that the clown Sith was beaten on the screen and had no power to fight back, Gu Zhixue said with a little disdain: "What trouble can there be? I think the clown Sith is too self-conscious to make trouble in Paris....., right?

Bai Xiuxiu, Zhang Zuoyong and Gu Zhixue didn't think that the clown Sith could make a difference, but Cheng Mo was vaguely wrong in his heart, he looked at the clown Sith on TV, he wiped the nosebleed with his hand, wiped all over his face, and then showed a nervous smile at Philip, his expression and pupils did not have the slightest emotion that could be called "fear", but there was a kind of excitement burning wildly.

Many people have a misunderstanding of the Clown Sith and think that he has a mental problem, but Cheng Mo knows that the Clown Sith does belong to a performative personality, but he is actually normal, because he clearly knows what he wants to do and what his goal is.

Then the clown Sith knew that he would meet Philip when he came to Paris, so he would be completely prepared, and maybe it was Philip who was not in a good situation. Of course, it is also possible that the Clown Sith thinks that he can blackmail Philip with "poison gas", but it seems that the effect is not so good at the moment.

Cheng Mo stared at the clown Sith on the screen and lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Yes, the Department of Chemistry is not very good at gladiatorial combat, but three years ago on the K20, the Clown Sith was able to fight back and forth with Napoleon VII." I don't know how far apart the gods are from the average Chosen One, but the gods Philip wouldn't have been able to fight back without the fact that the Philip wouldn't have wanted to kill the Sith the Clown. After a pause, Cheng Mo said, "So the Clown Sith didn't fight back, but he didn't want to fight back......"

"Don't fight back?" Gu Zhixue obviously couldn't understand, and said in an incredible tone.

Cheng Mo nodded and said, "Maybe you don't pay as much attention to the Clown Sith as I do, I have carefully checked all the gladiatorial records of the Clown Sith." So far, he has won all of them, and not only that, but he has won each round for less than a minute or two, but the Chosen One in the chemistry department usually lasts more than ten minutes....."

"What does this have to do with the clown Sith not fighting back?" Gu Zhixue said noncommittally.

Cheng Mo said lightly: "The Clown Sith has a habit of never taking the initiative to challenge, and always chooses opponents from the challengers...... Let's change the perspective, when we choose the object of gladiatorial fighting, there will be two mentalities, one for honor, for fame, in order to reach a higher ranking faster, so we will take the initiative to challenge the strong, and the other is simply just to win, so we will choose the opponent who we will definitely win...... The latter behavior is called 'point control', and there are no longer a few people who play like this. However, it is really strange to carefully analyze the opponent of the Clown Sith, regardless of the opponent's ranking and strength, and every round ends in a minute or two. This only shows that the Joker Sith chose to accept the challenge when he was 100% sure of an easy victory. I even suspect that he may have done a lot of work outside of gladiatorial fighting, rather than purely using gladiatorial techniques to achieve victory......."

"What do you mean, the Clown Sith has a way to deal with Philip God General!" Gu Zhixue shook his head with a smile, "This is absolutely impossible! It is impossible for Philip God to be threatened by the Clown Sith." And there is only one other god general in this world who can defeat the god general!"

"I think so, too. I suspect that the Sith the Clown came to Paris in this situation to take the opportunity to achieve some kind of political demand..... I don't think terrorists like the Sith the Clown can succeed. Zhang Zuoyong nodded, expressing his agreement with Gu Zhixue's statement.

Bai Xiuxiu didn't speak, but just smiled lightly, probably thinking that Cheng Mo overestimated the Clown Sith because he had encountered it with the Clown Sith.

Cheng Mo thought to himself: "Political demands? The demands of people like the Clown Sith are probably that the governments of the whole world will disappear." In addition, defeat is defeat, killing is killing, God will not be able to defeat, it does not mean that God will not be able to kill", but this is too shocking, except for the body of the god of the United States will occasionally go abroad on an aircraft carrier, the gods of other countries are all Zhenguo artifacts, and they will definitely not go abroad, not to mention, they are all under heavy protection, it is difficult to approach, let alone assassinate. In addition, the god general himself is also strong, it can be said that it is more difficult to assassinate the body of a god general than to assassinate the commander of the United States, and it is almost an impossible task.

But that was when the situation was stable, and what could not happen in the midst of war? Especially since Ouyu's people were almost all in Germany and Christianfeld. Cheng Mo was shocked in his heart, and was taken aback by his own thoughts. He turned his head to look at Paris outside the glass window, there was black smoke fluttering in the snowflakes, and the gloomy sky reflected the orange light, and he couldn't tell which was the fire and which was the light, he subconsciously said to himself: "It seems that there is an opportunity now.....

"What chance?" Bai Xiuxiu asked suspiciously.

Cheng Mo was about to shake his head and say nothing, when the TV regained the audio signal, and the hoarse and weird voice of the clown Sith came from inside: "Your Excellency, the most difficult thing in this world is definitely not the test given to you by God, but the choice given to you by the devil...... Now, you are faced with this choice, if you continue to drag on here, Napoleon VII will kill your body, and make you completely disappear from this world! If you choose to kill my carrier and return to it, I will immediately release poison gas and make the whole of Paris die in an instant...... If you don't kill my carrier and choose to return to the original body directly, I can kill your carrier and inherit your position as a god general....."

Hearing the name of Napoleon VII, Cheng Mo gasped, his eyes widened, and he stared at the screen.

"Choose? Look at your own situation before letting others choose. The voice of Philip made the whole world enter a huge stillness, but unfortunately this moment the camera did not give Philip's face, only his scarlet cloak seemed to be frozen in the snow, the snowflakes in the air were quietly frozen around him, the light from the street lamps was like a silhouette, and the movements and expressions of the Clown Sith were also frozen in the TV.

Philip raised his right hand, and the blue-white "Sword of Oceanus" appeared in Philip's hand, and the blue light emitted by the "Water Holder" swirled in the air, like blue nuclear light radiation.

The whole picture is particularly eerie, as if it has been cut into three unrelated parts, the Sith the Clown, the Philip Divine General, and the rest of the audience.

The "Water Bearer" turned into a touch of blue and stabbed straight into the forehead of the Clown Sith with lightning speed, and the Clown Sith lying on the ground looked blank, but the last expression was still laughing wildly, as if he was not afraid of such an ending at all. At the moment when the "Water Bearer" arrived at the center of the Clown Sith's eyebrows, Philip's movements froze, and the tall and majestic body turned into a DNA spiral in the air, and almost did not freeze for a second before dissipating in the stillness of the wind and snow......

The glittering sword of the Water Bearer stabbed a red dot in the center of the Clown's Sith's brow, and then fell into the crater-like depression.

"Ah~!" several people exclaimed in unison.

Everyone knows that it takes one minute to thirty seconds for the carrier to return to the main body, and this time period is an indefensible state, and it is for nothing to be caught, even if it is a god general. There is only one condition in which the carrier will disappear instantaneously without counting seconds, and that is when the body dies.

Everyone else seemed to lose their minds, staring at the TV without blinking.

Cheng Mo felt his temples beating, and he caught a glimpse of Bai Xiuxiu's mouth twitching with the corner of his eye. But he was soon drawn to the TV and focused his attention on it.

The snowflakes under the streetlights began to flow again.

The clown Sith in the center of the crater looked left and right, and found the "water holder" who fell in the snow, and immediately laughed, at first just laughing, followed by laughter, and then he laughed out of breath, until he coughed with laughter, and then picked up the "water holder" with a faint blue light, and stood up slowly.

The Sith the Clown lifted the "Water Bearer" up like an umbrella, and then he walked leisurely in the crater and began to hum: "du ~bi~du~bi~du, o~du ~bi~du~bi~du....."

He shrugged his shoulders in the snowflakes, used the "water bearer" as an umbrella, raised his head and made an umbrella closing motion, and then put the "water holder" on his shoulders and began to dance in the snowflakes while singing loudly: "I'm singing in the rain."

Just singing in the rain

What a glorious feeling

I'm happy again......”

The voice of the Clown Sith is not good at all, and he sings a cheerful and beautiful "Singin' in the Rain" like a curse, reminiscent of the terrifying "Singin' in the Rain" sung by Rialex in "A Clockwork Orange" when he committed a crime. The Sith the Clown's dance is extraordinarily magical, although it is not beautiful, but every movement is so coordinated and natural that people can't take their eyes off it.

Cheng Mo and Bai Xiuxiu were all shocked, staring at the TV as if they were enchanted. None of them came out of Philip's death.

"I ..... Is it wrong?" Gu Zhixue swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked tremblingly, "It can't really be ...... Dead, right?"

"It seems to be..... Or else you die..... It should be the carrier of the Sith the Clown. Zhang Zuoyong's tone was not so certain, and when he encountered the "God General", anything that could have been determined seemed to have become uncertain.

"If God Philip is really dead, I don't know what the situation will become. We have to leave Paris faster!" Bai Xiuxiu turned her head to look at Cheng Mo. "Cheng Mo, go and get your phone over, and find out about the situation at the airport first. ”

Cheng Mo nodded in response to "Okay", just as he was about to leave the cockpit, he felt the watch vibrating, he raised his wrist, and a green light curtain popped up in front of his eyes, which read: "Please pay attention to the Chosen One: the first 'God Killer' was born, and the system will be shut down in ten minutes, and restarted in six hours, updating the list of twelve god generals." ”

"Oh my God, it's really dead......" Even though he was prepared, Gu Zhixue still murmured in a shocked tone, his voice full of disbelief.

No one believes in the "god general" who can be compared to the "god", and it just turns into a bubble in front of everyone's eyes. To die in such a way, they have been at the top of the human pyramid as God's spokesman since the appearance of God, and they have no enemies except time, an almost invincible existence.

But one of the gods was killed.

With the lives of countless people and a famous city through the ages as a burial.

This is really groundbreaking.

The crowd watched the Sith the Clown, who was still dancing on TV, fall silent, with the illusion that he was still in a dream. After a while, Zhang Zuoyong sighed and said, "It won't be a few minutes before it will be forced offline." To update the list of the 12 Divine Generals........ It seems that the successor to the throne of the twelve gods is either the Sith the Clown or Napoleon VII, and the world here cannot be turned upside down!"

"It should be Napoleon VII, Ou Yu is going to be overturned by the Rosicrucian Society. Truth be told, I'd rather be the Sith the Clown, a careerist like Napoleon VII is much more terrible than a madman like the Sith the Clown! After a pause, Bai Xiuxiu said to Cheng Mo again, "Are you also quite familiar with this Napoleon VII? Last time, you and Xie Minyun went to the dinner party held by him together......

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"Did you participate in the ....." Cheng Mo hadn't finished speaking, as if he remembered something, he quickly turned around and pushed open the iron door of the cockpit and rushed out. At this moment, the worry in Cheng Mo's heart boiled like boiling water, making him sweat all over his body. He crossed the railing between the aisles, opposite the cockpit, through a door can hear the noise inside, there is no doubt that everyone is talking about the "god general", Cheng Mo opened the sliding door of the passenger compartment, and the sound was so loud that the Taiji Dragon students in the entire cockpit stopped discussing and turned their heads to look at him.

Cheng Mo didn't care so much, and looked at the place where Xie Minyun was sitting just now, and sure enough, he didn't see Xie Minyun. Cheng Mo's brain "buzzed" for a while, as if he was standing inside a bronze bell, and at this moment, someone outside was constantly hitting the bronze bell with a wooden hammer, and his head was torn apart by the strong tremor, as if his brain was about to explode.

His mind, which had always been extremely awake and agile, fell into a state of downtime, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, his mind was full of Xie Minyun seen in the dismembered carriage of K20, he watched her slowly wither like a flower, and the sunlight moved over her face that was about to fall into a deep sleep, slowly throwing her into the shadows.

All kinds of negative emotions stirred in Cheng Mo's mind, like turbulent waves.

He tried to be optimistic, so he thought, what if Xie Minyun returned to Paris? She is a person with "God genes", even if she meets the Clown Sith, she will not be afraid, she will definitely be fine. No one can activate the carrier for six hours, she is the strongest in the world, even the gods can't do anything about her, yes! She still has an artifact like the "Singer's Horn", what do you have to worry about?

But Chengmo's heart was as heavy as lead, and he was pulled down by some terrifying thoughts, as if he had fallen into a bottomless pit.

"Cheng Mo, what's wrong?" Fu Yuanzhuo stood up and asked loudly.

Hearing Fu Yuanzhuo's voice, Cheng Mo woke up from his dizziness, he ignored Fu Yuanzhuo, but walked quickly along the narrow aisle towards the stern, everyone sat on the seats and looked at him, Cheng Mo could clearly see himself from everyone's pupils, and the fluorescent lamp above his head was like frost on his face, making his face pale and frightening.

Cheng Mo saw the fear.

Exactly the same fear on the face of the black man in the cockpit.

Cheng Mo quickly walked to the end of the cockpit, he opened the sliding door, the cold wind poured in, and he saw Xie Minyun standing by the railing at the stern of the boat holding the handrail in a thick mist.

The boat is swaying slightly, light and shadow rise and fall on the Seine, the golden Eiffel Tower in the distance shines under the night sky, and the fine snowflakes fall into the sparkling waves and disappear in an instant. The trees along the shore have long since withered and withered, and the lights shine tirelessly on the famous left bank and the right bank, making the cold Paris float above the bright halo.

Xie Minyun looked at Cheng Mo and smiled: "Cheng Xiaomo! ”

Cheng Mo grabbed the doorknob and stood at the door, calming down his bad mood before asking in a low voice, "Do you have to go?"

"You know, I lived in Paris for a long time, and for me Paris ...... It's not the brightly lit Eiffel Tower, the streets full of Louis Vuitton, the strong or light perfumes, or even the pyramid in front of the Louvre, the free pigeons on Notre-Dame Square, the coffee and the sun on the Left Bank afternoon, these are not Paris, even the romance of France is something made up in the movie. Actually, when I first came to Paris, I didn't think the city was very good at all, it was far worse than the capital monk sea, the streets were dirty and messy, full of thieves and robbers, and gypsy women who cheated on donations, and if you were not careful, you would fall into a pit. It wasn't until I walked through the streets of Paris step by step, walked past the small bars where Picasso and Hemingway drank freely, walked past the cafes where Sartre and Beauvoir wrote, and went to the galleries and museums that could never be visited every weekend with my student ID..... I think this is Paris. Later, Daeva took me to the Marais, where the two of us were on the streets of Place des Vosges, watching a skinny busker singing opera as if no one was around, and his devotion and dedication brought tears to my eyes. After a pause, Xie Minyun looked at the left bank and whispered, "I often take this kind of cruise, if you pass by St. Bernard in the evening, you can see countless people dancing tango and salsa dancing on the left bank under the light of the sunset, the scene is really romantic." Especially on weekends, go to the Paris theater to watch a French cancan, it feels like a live reproduction of a literary movie, the beautiful French girl lifts her long legs, and the red and blue skirt corners bloom like flowers, which is the passionate carnival of the Parisian people, and the whole picture is like an impressionist painting, romantic and charming...... At this time, I understood why Hemingway said that although he was poor in Paris in the 20s, he was the happiest time..... I think what he likes is the pursuit of freedom and the rebellion against the world in the bones of Parisians. When you understand this, you will be content with the annoying strikes and marches....."

"I know Paris is good and I love it. But saving Paris shouldn't be up to you, you don't have this obligation, and you can't afford it! There are 20,000 police and 7,000 firefighters in Paris, in addition to the special police and the military, if they can't do anything, what can you do as a girl?" Cheng Mo paused, looked at Xie Minyun and said coldly, "Don't tell me you're going to stop the Clown Sith!"

"There are my teachers, classmates, friends, and countless people in this city who have passed me by...... On K20, I watched so many innocent lives die in agony, and I watched Rebecca's mom and dad die helplessly...... At that time, I could tell myself that there was nothing I could do, I couldn't do anything but question the Clown Sith a few words, but today is different......" Xie Minyun closed his eyes and said firmly, "Now it's ...... except for me There was no one left to stop him. I can't run away from ..... anymore."

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Claude Gaion led his men to follow Napoleon VII out of the Xia You Palace, and when he saw Napoleon VII going straight to the Champ de Mars without hesitation, he asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, where are we going now?"

"Go to Christianfeld first!" said Napoleon VII without looking back.

"Christianfeld?" Claude Gaion's face was stunned, "what about Paris? Let the Sith the Clown mess around like this?"

"Gaion, the responsibility of Paris is not ours, but the government of Ouyu and France. The bigger the clown Sith troubles, the more favorable the situation will be for us, and when I go to Christianfeld to solve Ou Yu and France ZF can't finish the game, we will come out and clean up the mess, which is the best strategy....."

"But!!"

Napoleon VII interrupted Claude Gaion with a blank face, and said coldly: "Nothing. Now is not the best time to stop the Joker Sith, and besides, we can't activate the carrier now, so there's no need to take unnecessary risks. Don't care about the immediate gains and losses, take a long-term view. Our goal is to change the country, to change Europa, to change the world, and the sacrifice we must bear now, we must let everyone know about the existence of the Chosen One, and make them fear it, so that they hate the current ZF, so that we can successfully control the whole country. ”

Claude Gayon was sweating profusely, he did not dare to continue, not even to look at Napoleon VII, he looked down at the steps under his feet, white snowflakes were stacking little by little, and the light sprinkled on them looked like blood red.

Claude Gaion rubbed his eyes and remembered a Chinese idiom told him by Napoleon VII a long time ago: "Those who achieve great things are not informal."

What is a "subsection"?

When he reached the victory square, Napoleon VII stopped, as if he had seen through something, turned to Claude Gayon and said sincerely: "Gayon, you have to believe me. I didn't know what the Sith the Clown was doing, I thought he was just trying to blow up the Oyu headquarters, how could I possibly help him install a gas device in Paris? This is the city that our Napoleonic family has guarded for generations!"

Claude Gaion hurriedly said, "Your Highness, how could I possibly believe the words of a madman like the Clown Sith. ”

The sound of helicopters came from the air, and two dolphin helicopters flashing red were preparing to land in Victory Square. A group of passers-by who noticed the helicopter screamed like zombies.

Claude Gaion looked at the crowd rushing towards him, hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness..... Do you want me to stop them?"

Napoleon VII hesitated for a moment and replied: "No, we can save as much as we can." ”

Claude Gaion breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his palms on his trousers.

"I'm going to appease them, you take your mobile phone and pretend to be a passerby to take a picture, and wait for someone to post it on the Internet......"

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Cheng Mo walked back to the cockpit, and happened to meet Bai Xiuxiu, who had returned to his body, at the door, he stuffed his mobile phone and a piece of Uloporos into Bai Xiuxiu's hand expressionlessly, and then turned around to leave.

Bai Xiuxiu was a little stunned when she saw that there was another piece of Uloporos, and at the same time, she also noticed Cheng Mo's strange appearance, so she reached out and grabbed his arm and asked, "What happened?"

Cheng Mo didn't look back, but said without emotion: "Someone must be a savior, leaving Uloporos to get off the ship and go back to Paris." ”

"Huh?" Bai Xiuxiu exclaimed, and then she said to Cheng Mo, "You wait, don't go." ”

Immediately Bai Xiuxiu returned to the cockpit, Cheng Mo walked to the railing on the side of the boat, with the rolling waves of the Seine River under his feet, and the dangerous night of Paris in his eyes, Cheng Mo grabbed the railing and let the cold and biting chill invade his body from the palm of his hand, so as to relieve the restlessness in his heart.

After a while, Bai Xiuxiu came out of the cockpit, walked to Cheng Mo's side, looked at the bank of the Seine, sighed, and said, "Xie Minyun..... It's really the kind of girl who can be called a light. ”

Cheng Mo sneered: "If it were someone else, I would applaud and praise her greatness." And then in my heart I said that the world became harmonious because of these fools, and the more such fools on the earth, the better....... But I don't want her to ....." Cheng Mo grabbed the railing and stared at the dark flowing river, suppressed anger and whispered, "and..... And did she consider my feelings? I was the one who saved her on K20! I could have left in Lens, but in the end I risked my life to go back, just because she said she had an obligation to help everyone go back together...... I can understand this, as a Tai Chi Dragon person, she really should do this, so I didn't say anything. But I don't understand why she went back to Paris to find the Syth the Clown! Even if she lived in Paris, what if she had lived in Paris, and what if terrible things were going on in this world all the time, could she take care of it? Why couldn't she be more sensible?"

Bai Xiuxiu didn't answer immediately, she also looked down at the sparkling river, and was silent for a while before she whispered, "Cheng Mo...... No one can really understand another person. Just like me..... No one else can understand why I'm obsessed with revenge. Bai Xiuxiu turned her head to look at Cheng Mo, "We always say that if there is more understanding in this world, there will be more understanding between people, and it will become better." But this is impossible, in fact, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, when the other party doesn't interfere with the normal life order of other people, in fact, they don't need you to understand, as long as you don't distort from a hostile position, as long as you don't criticize from the standpoint of a spectator, it is the greatest kindness. Especially the people around us, we tend to be more harsh with the people around us..."

"I understand the reason, but when this happened to me, I couldn't accept it at all. It's not something that has to happen, it can be avoided!"

"Cheng Mo, do you really know Xie Minyun? Do you know how determined she is to hang the names of the two of you all over Mount Yuelu? Do you know what kind of commitment she made for your freedom and safety? Do you know how much she paid for marrying you? I think even if you don't know, you should guess so smart...... She's not as sane as you, she's actually a girl who's cold on the surface, but fiery as a volcano on the inside. ”

Cheng Mo clung to the railing tightly, looking at the river in a daze, as if he was back at the bottom of the frozen lake for a moment, Babos was floating among the silent fish, Xie Minyun hugged him and said "so happy" in his ear. But he rarely seemed to say sweet words to her, and he didn't do anything romantic. In contrast, Xie Minyun has left him with countless fond memories, such as the adoption sign on Yuelu Mountain, the fireworks at Orange Island, the history of the birth of the universe at Tsinghua University's orientation party, and the wedding at Genting Church in Las Vegas......

He felt that he always calculated everything very clearly, just like the ones that Xie Minyun paid for him could be turned into values, he silently calculated the difference between the two in his heart, carefully balancing and making each other equal, but he ignored the fact that Xie Minyun himself was worth .......

She herself is a weight made of gold, and he is just an ordinary iron weight, even if the weight is the same, Xie Minyun's value is much higher than his. What's more, he is still a half-hearted person, not only that, but he also said in front of her that his concept of love violated universal values, and Xie Minyun never blamed him.

Cheng Mo was a little sad, feeling a little sad for his selfishness. He knew that if he was going to do something, whether it was Longtan Tiger's Den or Abyss Hell, Xie Minyun would definitely accompany him without asking, but he was still thinking about returning to Lens for her just now.

Others don't know, but Cheng Mo knows in his own mind how much psychological struggle he has gone through, and he has calculated countless risks to make such a decision, is he really qualified to stand at the highest point of his feelings and accuse Xie Minyun of not taking care of his feelings?

Cheng Mo's mind was a mess.

"Xie Minyun left me a message on her phone, she said that if you want to go back to Paris, you must let me stop you and bring you back to the capital. She also said, assuming that there is anything in case, please I must protect you, she doesn't want you to be a powerful person, and she doesn't want you to be a training object in the organization, she asked me to find a way to transfer you to the Academy of Sciences, do academic research, and be safe and stable. Bai Xiuxiu took out the mobile phone that Xie Minyun had used just now from her pocket and whispered, "Do you want to see it?"

Cheng Mo didn't pick up the mobile phone in Bai Xiuxiu's hand, he didn't look at it, the hand holding the railing was trembling slightly, and he closed his eyes.

"That's why I'm telling you this...... It's because I think of myself, when Gao Xu left, I didn't complain that he did such a job, when we joined Taijilong, we knew that there was danger, and we didn't complain that he took on a task that he shouldn't have undertaken, he was not the only one who sacrificed his life for the country, there will always be people who sacrifice. I just regret why I didn't go with him and be by his side...... Every time I think about it, my heart is like a knife...... Cheng Mo, I don't want you to regret it in the future. ”

Cheng Mo opened his eyes, took a deep breath, turned to face Bai Xiuxiu, the layer of fear on his face disappeared, and he became calm and calm again, and he said firmly: "Sister Bai, please let the boat dock." ”

Bai Xiuxiu smiled, she put the phone back in her pocket, raised her hand to stroke Cheng Mo's cheek, and looked at Cheng Mo with full attention, the two looked at each other for a while, in a serious atmosphere, Bai Xiuxiu lowered her head slightly, put her soft lips on Cheng Mo's lips, and then she raised her head and patted Cheng Mo's shoulder, and said casually: "You must come back safely." ”

This kiss made Cheng Mo suddenly withdraw from the heavy reality, as if he had been pulled onto a boat from the deep sea where he couldn't breathe.

He stared at Bai Xiuxiu dumbfounded, completely unaware of what he should say and what he should do.

The shimmering light on the Seine reflected on Bai Xiuxiu's fair face, turning her into a somewhat transparent illusion, as if the whole scene was like a high-speed film, floating on a bright white curtain.

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Cheng Mo went back to the cabin to get the gas mask, he remembered that Fu Yuanzhuo was carrying a backpack, so he walked to Fu Yuanzhuo's side first and said, "Give me the backpack." ”

At this time, the boat was already slowly docking, Fu Yuanzhuo picked up his backpack from his feet and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Mo took the schoolbag, opened it and looked at it, there were only laptop chargers and two T-shirts in it, he took out the things and handed them to Fu Yuanzhuo and said lightly: "She went ashore to kill the clown Sith, I'm going to find her now." ”

"What?" Fu Yuanzhuo stood up in surprise, and the charger fell down and smashed on the plastic chair with a loud "bang", attracting the attention of everyone in the cabin.

Cheng Mo shrugged his shoulders and turned around and walked towards the exit of the cockpit, where the gas masks were piled up.

Fu Yuanzhuo hugged his laptop and asked loudly in disbelief: "You mean that you are going to go ashore now to help Senior Sister kill the Clown Sith?"

"The main thing is to get the remote control for the gas device, but I think it's easier to kill the Sith the Clown and not let him release more gas. ”

"Damn, are you crazy?" Fu Yuanzhuo hurriedly put his laptop on the seat and chased after him.

"When the world has no good luck, heroes are always needed to stand up and give ordinary people some warmth and hope. Cheng Mo bent down to pick up a box, opened it and checked it, and then put the gas mask into his backpack.

"It's good to be a hero, but it's a bit ..... to be a martyr," Fu Yuanzhuo said with a wry smile.

Cheng Mo opened another box, and said while inspecting: "If you want me to tell the truth, I don't want to go! But there is no way, I can't leave my wife alone in Paris, she is a road idiot, what if I can't find my way home?"

"Do you really want to go?" Seeing that Cheng Mo took another gas mask and put it in his backpack, Fu Yuanzhuo's tone was low.

"Hmm. Cheng Mo nodded and began to open the third box.

Fu Yuanzhuo silently watched Cheng Mo unpack the box, and it wasn't until Cheng Mo started to look for the filter cartridge that he hesitated and said, "I'..... I'll go with you......"

Cheng Mo turned his head and looked at Fu Yuanzhuo with a surprised expression, at this time he noticed that there were many people standing behind him, and he was just about to open his mouth to refuse, at this time Gu Feifei also said indifferently: "Count me in....."

Cheng Mo was stunned.

Gu Feifei snorted coldly and said, "Don't get me wrong, I said at the beginning that I owe you two lives, and now I just want to pay you back....."

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