There has never been a moment when the Brahma Council was so hesitant, so hesitant that they didn't even know what actions or words to use to face At this time.
He was so happy that his heart beat faster, and his expression turned into joy involuntarily.
Yet he was in pain.
Art's expressionless face, the posture that could launch an attack at any time, and the anesthetic needle held in his right hand clearly reflected a fact.
He was here to catch him, and he meant it.
This was the last thing Van wanted to happen, but there was nothing he could do.
"Cough."
He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"So you have always been alive, Art."
Fan smiled.
In order to search for Art's body, he deliberately returned to the place where his body was laid, but found nothing.
So he once thought that Art's body was either burned or, as Mandala said, made into so-called food.
However, the truth of the matter is that Art was not dead at all.
"Ban."
Art's face was still expressionless, just like Fan before.
"What" "My name is Van."
Ate repeated calmly.
"Ban" Fan's expression began to become strange, accompanied by slight confusion.
"you" "Pick up your weapon and I'll give you a fair chance to fight."
Fan was stunned for a moment.
He had to admit that from the moment Art appeared, his thinking began to be slightly confused.
"I don't want to fight you."
Fan shook his head.
"Okay."
Art no longer insisted, but took a steady step and approached Fan step by step.
"Art, what's wrong with you?"
Fan's face was full of confusion, because he found more and more clearly that the Art in front of him was almost completely different from the one in his impression.
"I said my name is not Art, my name is Van."
Art growled irritably.
Suddenly he raised his foot and kicked Fan's body away hard.
Fan who landed on the ground coughed violently, "You said your name is Fan, then who am I?"
"I don't care who you are" "Have you lost your memory?"
Fan covered his side with force.
"No."
Art replied decisively.
But Van saw it anyway.
Art's complicated expression lasted for a short moment.
"Who told you that your name is Fan?"
Fan gasped slightly.
However, Quat squeezed Van's neck hard and pulled his whole body up.
"No one told me that from the moment I woke up, I was called Brahman."
After hearing this, Fan smiled, and the smile affected the muscles on his face, causing the fragments that pierced his cheek to cut out strands of blood, "You know, you are very much like me before."
"I'm not like anyone else."
Art replied coldly, and then the anesthesia needle was instantly inserted into Fan's neck.
"Can you really not remember everything that happened before?"
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The anesthesia took effect before it could take effect.
Fan asked softly, he almost gave up resistance.
Ate frowned and did not answer Van's question.
"Then do you want to know what happened before you woke up?"
"Like how you got your scars."
Art continued to remain silent, carrying Fan's body and walking back into the chariot.
Fan sighed softly, it seemed that Art really couldn't remember what happened before.
"Who are you loyal to now, Yang Feng or Yang Jie, or other generals?"
"Do you always like to chatter?"
Art became more and more irritated.
"Ha," Fan smiled softly, "Isn't that what you were like in the past."
Art's body suddenly froze, and his expression became dull for a moment.
"Do you know where the stab wound on your right rib came from?"
"Survival trial, you defended me from the enemy who sneaked up from behind."
"The scar on your left abdomen.
D-level mission, A07, you blocked a sudden blow from the refugee who pretended to be dead."
"That scar on the back of your head" "That's enough," Art roared loudly.
His hands slapped heavily on the steering wheel.
"The fatal sword wound that penetrated your cheek and chest came from the human ice weapon, from the angel of death, and from me."
Fan Fei not only did not stop speaking, but instead spoke more urgently.
"I said enough."
Art punched Fan in the cheek, and the huge force almost caused Fan's neck to dislocate and break.
The dizziness was accompanied by anesthesia, and Fan finally fell into a deep sleep.
Art had begun to regret it from the moment he took action, and an inexplicable palpitation made his heart beat faster.
In fact, he has been like this from the moment Brahman appeared.
The ones that bothered him.
The fragments of memory he had lost once again tortured his nerves.
He drives with one hand.
The other hand clutched her hair painfully, and the whites of her eyes were covered with spiderweb-like bloodshot threads.
His eyes kept changing back and forth between the front and Fan's body.
Among those broken and missing memory fragments, there is always a name called Fan.
He has no face and no voice, but it is the only thing that he can remember that is related to the past.
So he calls himself Brahman and uses his name and his tone.
Because he wants to seize the trajectory of the past and end the pain caused by chaotic memories.
"Ah" Art yelled manically.
He stopped the chariot, pulled out the first aid kit, and randomly injected various medical injections into Fan's body.
He didn't want Fan to get hurt, let alone Fan to die.
He didn't know why he thought so, but he finally decided to follow his heart.
"Art, Art, Art, my name is not Art, my name is Van."
Art covered his head in pain, as the torrent of debris seemed to burst his brain.
He just covered his head and lay on the steering wheel, motionless.
In fact, as early as the moment he saw Fan, a familiar impulse stirred in his mind.
At that moment, all his broken and blurred memory fragments seemed to have pillars, or they had found them. belonging.
Brahman is Brahman But if everything is really like this, then who and what is he?
Who is Art and what should Art be like?
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All of Art's clear memories can be traced back to the moment he woke up from the dark abyss.
It was a closed room, and everything was unfamiliar, including himself.
He was locked in the room.
From that moment on, his life has been studied over and over again by a group of people in white clothes.
He has no freedom or choice, and even eating and sleeping must accept corresponding arrangements.
Blood draws, blood transfusions, injections, and body examinations are his daily routine tasks.
Then suddenly one day, he was told that he could leave that cold room, so he finally had the opportunity to witness the familiar yet unfamiliar world outside the house.
From that moment on, the broken and broken memories tortured his nerves all the time.
He had no friends, and outside that cold room, there was an even bigger cage surrounding him.
He does not know his own name, and everyone calls him the prototype.
He doesn't like this name, even hates it.
So he called himself Brahman, from those fragments of memory.
Soon, he finally saw his "kind".
However, before this novelty faded away, he was ordered to fight with these same kind of people, a real fight.
Because in the end only one person can leave alive.
Fighting is scary and unfamiliar to him, as he has absolutely no fighting skills.
However, when he successfully pierced the weapon into his opponent's body in an almost desperate situation, he awakened the skills and instincts buried in the past.
From that day on, he was always the one who survived in the end, and more importantly, he discovered that he was not actually the same kind as these opponents.
He wants to be more powerful, or in other words, a life of a higher level Because he can use two abilities at the same time.
Then, he was sent to complete the task, and the reward for a successful task was that he could check out the information about himself. , all past messages that are tightly sealed.
Art finally woke up from the pain.
He glanced at Fan who was still unconscious and was about to start the chariot.
At this moment, on the distant horizon, the billowing smoke and dust proved a motorcade.
The Bai family's motorcade
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