The powerful roar of the engine shattered the quiet wilderness.
In the dark night, Art's eyes shone as if they were shining.
His slightly trembling fingers clenched the steering wheel, proving that he was not as calm as he seemed.
The pointer of the tachometer is frequently approaching the red line area, the engine emits an earth-shattering roar, and the speeding body bumps up and down on the wild and rugged road, all the way to a dust-free ride.
He had been fleeing like this for more than an hour.
Even the best quality tank could not withstand his unscrupulous speed increase.
The temperature of the engine reached an alarming level.
But this speed is far from enough, Art thought in his mind, and a white figure landed gently on the roof of the speeding chariot at the same time, like a feather.
There was no obvious movement from her, and the white figure slid into the chariot as easily as a fish.
Art drew his pistol as soon as Bai Ying entered the car.
But just before he pulled the trigger, a dazzling afterimage flashed by, and all that was left in his hand was the bare handle.
Click, the trigger hit the air weakly.
The gun, which had been dismantled into parts, was thrown out of the car casually.
"Keep driving, don't stop."
The indifferent voice sounded tired and breathless.
Art's pupils shrank, he swallowed subconsciously, and continued to speed up obediently.
Based on this person's ability to disassemble the pistol parts in an instant, Art already knew that if she wanted to kill him, he would It was already a corpse.
After driving nervously and silently for a while, Art finally had the courage to look at the people around him.
The first thing that appeared in his field of vision was the pair of ethereal and indifferent pupils.
The black pupils and the pure ivory whites brought a fatal contrast to these eyes.
The eyes only shook slightly, and Art's dull beating heart suddenly stopped for a moment.
He took a deep breath and quickly turned his attention to him.
"You are Art."
The indifferent voice was asking a question.
But the tone was entirely positive.
Art's expression twitched slightly, and his hand on the steering wheel tightened slightly, "I'm not Art.
My name is Van."
"Ban"'s ethereal eyes suddenly flickered, just a simple flicker.
But it almost made Art unable to control the steering wheel.
At this moment, he felt as if he was being seen through from the inside out, and cold sweat instantly wet his back.
"I see."
The indifferent voice revealed even more fatigue, and even those ethereal eyes were slightly dim.
The flash of brilliance just now seemed to have consumed a lot of her strength, even causing her injuries.
The slight and fresh smell of blood lingered in the carriage, and it was only at this moment that Art learned that she had been injured.
Then Art couldn't imagine how strong she must have been before she was injured.
After taking out an injection from the slightly damaged gauntlet and inserting it into the body, the ethereal eyes finally regained some brightness.
She let out a gentle breath.
"From now on, you are Brahman."
She said.
"I always have been."
"Haha."
The ethereal eyes curved slightly, "That's the best, poor kid who has lost his memory."
"How do you know?"
Art opened his eyes.
The white-clothed Holy Church was about to answer, but his expression suddenly changed.
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"Remember my words, from now on, you are Brahman.
If you still want to get back what you had before, you must remember what I said."
"I" "No matter what happens later, you just need to remember this sentence.
When we meet next time.
I will help you get your memory back.
This is my promise to you."
"you" "Of course, you can also refuse.
It's just that you will die miserably.
You can rest assured that the person who kills you will never be me."
Her tone quickly changed from calm to urgent, and Art's every sentence was interrupted, leaving no chance to speak at all.
The white-clothed temple then glanced at Fan, who was still sleeping.
A little ripple finally appeared in his ethereal and indifferent eyes.
She wanted to remember this face firmly in her heart.
Bah.
The black needle pierced Fan's neck, her ethereal pupils flashed with pain and intolerance, and she finally took Fan's body out.
He stepped out of the car and walked into the dead silence and empty wilderness.
"Chase your destiny, child.
Your future should not be lived under endless shadows, nor should you bear responsibilities that do not belong to you."
She gently brushed Fan's face.
Put him gently to the ground.
"Even if we can never see each other again."
The white figure lingered for a moment, and finally turned around and ran back to the chariot.
"Where's Fan?"
Art paused and subconsciously called out Fan's name.
"You don't need to know."
"This is a wilderness."
Art frowned involuntarily.
"That reagent comes from a level 10 peak lurker.
The pulse it generates is enough to repel any bugs, and there will be no bugs that can sense him."
Art opened his mouth, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
"He is said to have lost his powers" "Bingyuan has no antidote."
She replied coldly.
Art took a breath and didn't know what to say anymore.
After a while.
"Then where are we going?"
Art's tone became involuntarily soft.
"Keep going, don't stop."
who am i where am i Under the dazzling sunlight, a rickety "mummy" was wandering among the sparse weeds, and his brain was a little dizzy.
Where am I from and where is this?
The "mummy" shook its body, like a skeleton that might fall down at any time.
Food, water.
He rubbed his vocal cords dryly and licked his chapped lips.
He couldn't remember how long he had been wandering.
He only knew that when he woke up from his sleep, his mind seemed empty.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but subconsciously touched his forehead.
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So he walked in the wilderness, and most of the time he would aimlessly pass by the Zerg that were fighting each other.
When the Zerg finally found him in sight, they fled in panic, leaving corpses everywhere.
In addition, some will even crawl and moan.
Of course he didn't care about this, he was just hungry.
So he ate bits and pieces of dead bugs.
When he is thirsty, he drinks a little of their bitter insect fluid.
Of course, urine is also one of the few options.
It's just that sometimes he spits out more than he eats.
The meat of these insects is still too unpalatable, and grass roots are 10,000 times more delicious.
He is getting thinner and thinner, but his body is surprisingly "tough".
Any wounds will be healed quickly.
However, this ability obviously begins to decline as time goes by, and the bugs don't seem to be very afraid of him anymore.
Some even dared to stare at him curiously.
But that doesn't matter.
Life is actually full of hope, and we won’t die anytime soon anyway.
He grinned like a fool.
Except that damn cold He spat heavily, and then fell down instantly, like a frozen snake.
"Damn cold" he cursed, but his voice could not leave his throat.
He kept breathing deeply, and his breathing sounded like a broken bellows.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
"Brother, there is someone here" “What’s the idea?”
"smoothly" "Brothers, it's open" A tattered truck came squeaking.
Calling it tattered might be an exaggeration, but the double-headed eagle with swords and flapping wings painted on its side was brand new and eye-catching.
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