The dark world is like an endless universe, vast and cold.
Thought is a thread that can run through the entire universe, but it is destined to never break away.
Little sparks are like the light emitted by stars, bringing a different kind of light to this world.
"Child my child" The distant and vague call was as desolate as traveling through the cold universe for countless years, and the dazzling light illuminated the dark world at this moment.
It was a huge star that occupied the entire dark world.
No, it's a Zerg.
Huge, cold, majestic and terrifying "We finally met as native species.
After wandering for countless cold years, I finally found you."
"My child, release yourself to your heart's content.
This world cannot restrain your noble will."
"Destiny embarks on the journey of destiny, and you will find me to retrieve everything that belongs to you."
The giant "star" kept pumping, as if something was about to break free from its outer shell.
A face, aqua blue gem pupils, and blond hair as silky as satin.
"Come and save me Brahman you need strength" boom The whole world was suddenly filled with thunderous explosions.
The dark universe was instantly torn into pieces by a powerful force.
There were crazy explosions of thunder and lightning everywhere.
The huge face was especially tragic, completely wrapped in the blazing thunder.
With.
The sharp and painful roar of "Damned Peak Life" filled the entire purgatory. boom The endless thunder slurry finally ruthlessly shattered the entire world, and the darkness completely disappeared.
"Angelel" Fan suddenly woke up, and his entire upper body stood up due to violent movements.
"Hoo, ho, ho" The small room was filled with heavy breathing, as Fan escaped from the nightmare.
Covering his forehead that was wet with cold sweat with one hand, he breathed tiredly and horribly.
This was his nightmare every once in a while.
The nightmare will come as expected in the middle of the night.
He remembered that face, those aqua blue eyes.
How could he forget "Angelel" Van murmured painfully.
Although every nightmare he encountered was different, Angelil's face was always the unchanging main theme.
She was always a reminder that Van had abandoned her reality and would never listen to his explanation.
Fan couldn't remember much of the past, but he clearly remembered the way Angelel died in front of him.
He remembered this face, and he remembered the pain that penetrated his bones, was unforgettable but was powerless.
It was like a mark was deeply ingrained into his body.
Whenever night falls and nightmares approach, Angelil's sad and resentful face always reminds him of the painful past that he doesn't want to remember, and he is powerless to change.
So the pain became deeper and deeper.
This pain tortured him and changed him.
Fan no longer sits back and watches life wither before his eyes.
He is willing to do whatever he can, because he doesn't know whether the life he gave up will become the next nightmare.
Angelil scolded herself for her reasons.
So he gives coins to maids, engages in seemingly impossible battles, and.
He tried his best to save Ye Tong.
When the horror of the nightmare gradually began to subside, Fan lowered the hand covering his forehead and increased the strength of the other hand.
The pain in his left lung came as expected, as if to remind Fan of the reality of the nightmare.
Fan closed his eyes tightly, experiencing this profound pain.
His soft tissue-like heart appeared in his mind, and a question came to his mind, whether the abnormality in the left lung was related to this.
After a while, Fan suppressed the doubts in his heart.
Because the curtain of the small and dirty camp was opened.
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The first thing that caught his eye was the snow-white hair, and the second was the deep and psychedelic black pupils.
"You're awake."
The psychedelic pupils flashed with joy.
The whole world seemed to be dyed in a hazy hue.
Nighteye walked to Fan's bedside in three steps, ignoring the dried blood scabs on Fan's body.
He stretched out his delicate white hands and attached them to Fan's forehead.
"Your fever went away so quickly."
Fan inadvertently put aside Ye Tong's hand and pulled away slightly, "Is something wrong?"
Ye Tong didn't seem to notice this, and looked directly at Fan's face with an unchanging smile, "Can't I come to you if nothing happens?
You are my savior."
"If you are grateful to me for this, then you don't have to.
I would have saved anyone else that day, not just because of you."
Fan responded calmly.
Ye Tong was not angry after hearing this, but sighed quietly, "You know it hurts people when you talk like this?"
"Then I will tell you frankly," Fan glanced at Ye Tong lightly, "I will let go of everything that happened at the base that day.
You rescued me from the wilderness, so you naturally have the right to abandon me.
But this time, You owe me, if you really want to thank me, then keep this in mind."
Ye Tong looked at Fan with some surprise.
Some of her memories were still stuck on Fan's foolish look.
However, after not seeing him for a few days, Fan had already changed so much that she couldn't help but sigh at the fantasy of fate.
"Okay, if this is what you want, I promise you."
Ye Tong smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"In that case, please do as you please."
Listening to Fan's eviction order, Ye Tong felt a little bit shocked.
She came here excitedly, but she didn't expect to get such a result, so she stopped insisting and simply lost interest in some things she didn't say.
He grunted and left the tent.
When she opened the camp curtain, she came face to face with a woman who was coming towards her.
The two of them looked at each other silently and passed by.
"You're awake."
The words were exactly the same, but the tone between the two was very different.
The latter's tone was obviously more determined.
Fan raised his head and looked at the person, "Why is it you?"
He frowned.
The visitor smiled softly, "Why can't it be me?
You want to know that I bandaged all your injuries myself."
Looking at the somewhat indifferent Fan, the man shook his head and tied up his short black hair, "I forgot to introduce myself.
My name is Dilier, and I am currently the commander of the Third Military Police Brigade of the Empire's Borderlands."
"Dilir," Fan said softly, a hint of reminiscence flashed across his expression, and it quickly disappeared.
Van's twisted face concealed his true expression very well, and Dilier only thought he was repeating his name.
After standing still for a moment, Dilier took a few steps forward and sat on the only wooden bench in the camp.
"Do you know each other?"
Dilier tilted her head, obviously meaning something.
"No, I just met a few times."
"Then you would risk your life to save her like that?"
Dilier didn't believe it.
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"It has nothing to do with who she is.
If it were you at that time, I would have saved you."
Such an answer surprised Diliel, and then she smiled absurdly, "You're not serious, are you?"
Fan glanced at her lightly and was too lazy to answer.
Dilly smiled awkwardly, "Okay, okay, in that case, would you mind telling me some of your past?"
"No comment."
Dilier shrugged, obviously expecting this answer, "You know, sometimes I feel like you are like one of mine."
Dilier's tone paused here.
"Friends."
She hesitated for a moment before using the word.
"By the way, your face."
Seeing Fan being silent, Dilier wanted to find a topic.
"Sir, it's not good."
A soldier who suddenly broke in interrupted what Diliel wanted to say.
"What's the matter?"
Dilier instantly regained her dignity.
"The brothers started fighting with those bastards from the military department":