"Sister, tell us what fun things you have to do while out this time.
We are both bored to death at home."
Two little girls, Carly and Anna, kept pestering Mandala who had returned from the war.
"I have only been playing around all day, have you fallen behind in your homework again?"
Mandala asked with a face drawn.
At this time, she was no longer in military uniform, but wore wild clothes unique to the grassland, showing off her coquettish beauty.
Her clothes were as usual, as dark red as blood, and only she could control this color.
The two little girls quickly defended themselves, "No, no, if you don't believe me, ask the big boss."
"Hmph, it's the big boss every time.
When the big boss leaves, I'll see who else you use as a shield."
"The big leader has left, and we have a new leader.
And the new leader doesn't look bad, at least he is much more handsome than the big leader."
The two little girls fell into infatuation for a while.
News that Luo was about to relinquish his position as chief had spread throughout the tribe in the past few days, and it was said that the person who would replace him was Fan, who was indistinguishable on the battlefield that day, that is, his son.
Although many people could not understand why he made the decision in such a hurry, it was said that the result was passed by the resolution of all tribal generals, including the leaders of the five major tribes, so they could only hide their doubts in their hearts.
Since the new leader is the son of the big leader, he won't be far behind if he wants to compare.
"What do you know?
That guy is not as harmless as you think.
He is countless times scarier than you think."
Looking at Anna and Carly who were caught in a nymphomaniac, Mandala reminded him angrily.
"How could it be that we have never had contact with the young master?
Speaking of which, we were the first to know the identity of the young master."
The little girl raised her head proudly.
"Hmph, he can also deceive unexperienced children like you two.
He has killed more people than you have ever seen.
If he becomes cold-blooded, half of the tribe will be afraid of him."
"Hey, how do you know so clearly?
Sister, by the way, I heard that you were the first person the new leader found after fighting off the bugs.
Could it be hehe."
The two little girls winked at each other, looking like we all understand. look like.
"What are you two little girls chewing on?"
"Hey, sister, please don't hide it from us.
Is there some past between you and the new leader that we don't know about?"
"There was a time in the past when I thought about that guy, I hated him so much.
If it hadn't been for that," as he said this, Mandala suddenly noticed that the eyes of the two little girls were flashing, and their attention was not on him at all.
Following their gazes, she discovered someone standing at the door.
"Why are you here?"
She stood up subconsciously.
"Come and take a look."
Fan said calmly.
"Mandala, it's not a good idea to say bad things behind our back when our leader is not around."
Ate poked his head out from the side again.
"Hmph, your injury is healed, right?
Do you want to learn how to use my fist again?"
Mandala spat.
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He clenched his fist as hard as iron.
"Tch, you just dare to say that when I am injured.
Don't forget that I am the leader and you are just the deputy leader."
Art's face was full of disdain.
When Mandala was about to have an attack, he remembered that there were other people around him, so he could only hold back his anger for the time being, and drove away the two little girls who were still committing nymphomaniacs on the side, "Let's go, go do your homework quickly, you will know Watch the excitement.”
The two little girls reluctantly walked out.
When passing by Fan, he did not forget to raise his big shining eyes to look at him.
After Zaifan showed a faint smile, he covered his mouth and ran away with a blushing face.
"Hmph, I can't tell.
Captain Fan, who was as cold as ice back then, has now learned how to pick up girls."
Mandala said with some yin and yang.
"Holy shit, are you jealous?
Why do you smell so jealous?"
Art looked like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
Now that Fan is back, he naturally doesn't need to disguise himself.
After his memory recovered, he suddenly became his original carefree look, and because he had held it in for too long.
He was even more active at this time.
"I'll destroy you, mother."
Mandala became angry for a while, and she was the only one who knew Art's true identity, and she was also the only person Art could release his true self to for a long time.
The relationship between the two has also improved.
After a while.
The three of them sat around a round table, which was filled with wine glasses and wine.
Fan gently clasped the translucent wine glass in his hand and looked at the churning ice cubes in it.
Tequila over ice.
He drank it all in one gulp, feeling the flood of memories rushing against the embankment.
How long, how long had it been since he had tequila on the rocks.
What happened in just a few years seemed as long and heavy as decades.
The pungency of the alcohol stimulated his stomach to churn.
Oh no, he had lost his stomach a long time ago.
God knows what the thing that replaced that organ was called now.
Many things have changed, just like the iced tequila in my hand, which can no longer taste the same as before.
With his thoughts wandering, Fan could finally relax.
This was the ancestral tribe, far away from all his enemies.
"I didn't expect you to hide so much alcohol.
Why didn't I know about it before?"
Art took a sip of strong wine.
"Slow down and drink that is my mother's treasured out-of-print vodka."
Mandala twitched his brows and was about to snatch up the cow-drinking Art.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?
Wine is meant for drinking, let alone hard liquor, and you need to drink it in large gulps."
Art used the only hand he could use to hold the bottle while protecting himself. .
But a moment later he started to howl miserably, because his injured hand was being "kneaded" randomly by the mandala in his hand.
"The tequila the boss drinks is more expensive than mine.
Why don't you tell him that your bottle of wine was just for him?"
Art screamed.
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"I think you don't want to live anymore" "You didn't want to open a bar here," Fan suddenly said quietly.
Mandala was stunned and said, "What kind of bar should I open?
Originally, I wanted to return to my old business, but the tribe is different from other places.
There are no points here or even the concept of currency.
The people here rely on the tribe to take care of their livelihood."
"If I open a bar here, I'll have to pay for it."
Mandala smiled bitterly and let go of Art's hand.
"This is truly different from any other organization."
"That's why I chose this place to be my destination."
Mandala took a sip of whiskey.
"Back then in Yama, you left a letter without saying goodbye.
I didn't expect to meet here today."
Fan Ye took a sip of wine and sighed.
"Yes.
So things like fate are so magical sometimes."
Mandala smiled.
"By the way, Angelil, I saw that the little girl was very interested in you back then, and it was thanks to her help that I was able to collect the supplies for my departure.
But I guess with your personality, you will definitely treat her badly in the end.
"It hurt me a lot."
Perhaps it was the power of alcohol that caused Mandala to speak uncontrollably.
However, she suddenly noticed that when the name Angelil appeared, the atmosphere on the court suddenly became cold.
Van was silent.
Even more silent was Art.
He silently took a sip of the spicy wine and said, "She is dead."
When Fan said these words, his tone was calm and cold.
He tried to face this fact calmly, but in fact , his whole body was trembling, so trembling that he could hardly hold the wine glass tightly.
Van always thought he had forgotten, but unfortunately he never did.
During the many sleepless nights, Angelil's words filled with resentment before her death were like a sharp blade, cutting through Fan's blood again and again.
The pain is overwhelming.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Mandala didn't expect that this was a joke of hers, but it would lead to such a result.
At this time, Art lowered his head in self-reproach.
The scene in the wilderness clearly emerged in his mind.
If he hadn't saved him, Angelil would have been fine.
He whispered in an extremely painful voice, "Boss, I'm sorry if it wasn't me."
Holding the wine glass in his hand tightly, Fan slowly opened his closed eyes and said, "What happened in the past.
Let it pass.
It was my own choice.
I don't blame you.
You don't need to blame yourself."
The heavy atmosphere made the three of them speechless.
The atmosphere of the conversation once dropped to freezing point.
Taking a sip of whiskey, Mandala wiped his mouth vigorously, and then said, "Let us tell you what happened underground, how you defeated the giant insect.
You must know the last scene.
The soldiers are amazing."
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She tried to change the subject.
"There's nothing to say.
It was very difficult for me to win.
It was also a fluke.
This was my first time to face off against the pinnacle Zerg.
Fortunately, Chi had consumed a lot of its strength before, and I succeeded with another sneak attack.
Otherwise, I would have won in the end.
It's probably it."
Fan replied calmly.
"Oh, that's not necessarily true.
You chased it underground.
I've never seen a Zerg escape without a fight."
"It wanted to convey a message, not to run away without a fight.
Even if I was lucky enough to defeat it in half a move, it was still with some luck."
Speaking of this, Fan couldn't help but think of the giant insect's final blow that day.
Although on the surface he had narrowly avoided the bite, in fact it was not the case.
If he had not been wearing the pair of close-fitting inner armor given to him by the dragon, Bolaher's final blow would have been enough to disembowel him. .
It was also with this blow that Fan Fang realized the weight of this gift.
As Long said that day, there is probably no other thing in the world that can withstand an attack from the Ten Marks Commander without being damaged.
"Well, I didn't expect that we haven't seen each other for so long, but you have become a lot more humble."
Mandala shrugged.
"How did you get here?"
Taking a deep breath of the spicy alcohol, Fan's thoughts began to spread.
This was exactly his purpose.
Sometimes alcohol can indeed make people forget their worries.
"Actually, there is nothing worth telling," Mandala shook his head, his enchanting body looking a little desolate at this moment, "After leaving Yama, I walked aimlessly in the wilderness, and quickly exhausted all my energy.
He had to hunt the Zerg for food, and then he was targeted by a huge Zerg army.
He was rescued from a narrow escape, and then was brought here in a daze. " "that's all" "That's it."
Mandala said calmly.
Fan took a deep look at Mandala.
He was very clear about the danger of walking alone in the wilderness.
Behind Mandala's casual words, there was definitely a cruel and bloody storm.
"What about you Art, how did you survive?
I clearly watched you being stabbed back then."
Slowly exhaling, the restless Art suddenly fell silent and fell into reminiscing about the past, "I thought I was dead back then, but then Yang Feng rescued me.
When I woke up, everything Everything has changed, I have lost my memory.
Everything about the past has disappeared.
They retrained me and made me more cold-blooded, just like the cruel way of the angel of death."
"Later I discovered that I am actually different from them.
I can have two abilities at the same time.
Later I was sent to Yama to capture you.
What happened next" "A woman in white saved us, and then asked you to disguise yourself as me and be taken away by Luo."
"Yes."
Art nodded.
"So Yang Feng has mastered the secret of dual abilities."
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Fan said softly, "Otherwise he would not let you perform such a task."
"The Angels of Death have been very restless in the past few years.
They have gone south and encroached on a lot of Yama's territory.
Their sphere of influence has expanded a lot, and from the news we have received, they seem to have controlled a very powerful ability, making The Yama people were retreating step by step on the frontal battlefield," Mandala said.
"The Ice Weapon Plan has dual abilities.
If the Death Angel hadn't been located in the severe cold, its sphere of influence would not be what it is now.
Moreover, Yang Feng's appetite is not just satisfied with one Death Angel.
He has found the right opponent and relies too much on external forces.
The Yama of things is nothing more than a waste organization that is strong on the outside but weak on the inside.”
"Maybe."
After taking a deep look at Fan, Mandala felt a lot of emotions in his heart.
If such words were said from other people's mouth, it would be nothing more than a moment of arrogance, but when said from Fan's mouth, it was It is truly full of weight, because he has the qualifications and the strength.
As a being who has stood at the top of mankind, he has the ability to look down on all living beings.
Or even an organization.
How long had it passed?
When he left the Angel of Death, Fan was still just a fifth-level cybernetic warrior.
At that time, he was vulnerable to any pursuit, but now, I am afraid that all the efforts of an organization can be used to make him face it.
But she didn't know what kind of experience could make a person make such a terrifying leap in just a few years.
But it must be a bloody journey, and perhaps no one can survive it except Fan.
The crescent moon hung high, reflecting the drunkenness of the three people, with their hands on the railing, and Fan squinted his eyes to look to the east.
His breath full of alcohol was pungent, and one could only imagine how much he drank.
"What are you thinking about?"
Mandala, with a blushing face, leaned on Fan's shoulder, sighing softly in response to Art's thunderous snoring.
"Thinking about the past, thinking about the present, and thinking about the future."
"You are always so worried.
Sometimes I wonder whether you are a human or a machine."
Holding Fan's arm, the drunk Mandala could hardly stand up.
"It's a human and it's a machine."
"Then our future leader of the tribe, may I have the honor to know a glimpse of your future plans?"
Scarlet lips were almost close to Fan's ears, and the power of alcohol had completely psychedelic the mandala.
"You drank too much."
He held the almost limp mandala in his hands, and Fan, who was close to him, could completely feel the turbulence of the other's two balls as always.
"I didn't drink too much."
Mandala opened and closed her red lips slightly, almost squeezing her body into Fan's arms.
If any of her men were here, they would be so shocked to see the usually iron-blooded Mandala looking like this.
"You really drank too much."
Fan sighed softly, supported the shaky Mandala, and laid her flat on the bed and covered her with the quilt.
Then he returned to the window and stared at the east in the distance.
"No, the angel of death.
Before that, there was another Yama."
The moonlight was like a wash, and the wind had ruffled many black hairs.
Fan stood alone in front of the window, like a statue.
No one knew what he was thinking in his twinkling eyes.
A tear slowly left the corner of his eye.
Mandala turned over and wiped away the tears.
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If he had not been able to express many things before, he might never have the chance again in this life.
There was no room for anyone else in Fan's world.
She knew that even if she was pressed against him, there was no trace of her presence in his eyes.
"Yam Luo" She heard Fan's whisper in her ears.
Although she didn't know what happened that year, the huge impact that girl named Angelil had on Fan might not even be clear to Fan himself.
Go to sleep.
Mandala closed her eyes.
Tomorrow, she will still put on her proud mask
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