ten years.
A short but long decade.
The human world has been reshaped, as if there is a mysterious will leading them, just like the ubiquitous faint black mist, people believe that this is the power of God.
Only the power of God can help mankind clean up the Zerg and rebuild the world.
Of course, the survivors will not forget one name.
It was his sacrifice that brought peace to the entire human world.
"Father, father."
The young child ran across the long green lawn and stumbled into the man's arms.
"A Ming, you got into trouble again."
The man doted on the child, and the erosion of time left mottled marks on his face.
The child looked into his father's eyes in ecstasy.
What emanated from the bottomless pupils in the pool of blue water was a sadness that he did not understand at his age.
"No, A Ming didn't cause any trouble.
It was Aunt Mandala who asked me to tell you that Master Bolaher gave birth to a new life."
"Oh, really?"
The man stood up after hearing this, and quickly left with the child in his arms.
The grassland under the sunset was filled with the fragrance of happiness.
There was no war or casualties.
Everything seemed so calm and peaceful.
As he was thinking about it, a black object the size of a human head suddenly rushed out of the grass and grabbed the child's arm in an instant.
It was a Zerg lurker, and it was still a juvenile in size.
Surprisingly, when faced with the sudden appearance of the Zerg, neither the man nor the child had any panic on their faces.
Instead, the child smiled and grabbed the young lurker, "Xiao Hei, you are naughty again, I have noticed you a long time ago.
You can’t scare me this time.”
The lurker named Xiao Hei immediately let out an unhappy cry like a human and quickly disappeared.
"Hey, Xiao Hei is angry again, but A Ming is growing up very fast.
If it doesn't work hard, it won't be able to scare A Ming anymore," A Ming said proudly with his childish little face raised.
The man smiled slightly when he heard this and gently scratched the child's nose, "Don't be proud and complacent.
Your Uncle Fan was much more powerful than you when he was your age."
"Father, you always say where is Fan's uncle?
A Ming has always admired him.
When can I see Uncle Fan?"
The child's innocent words were like a sharp knife piercing the man's heart.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a suffocating pain.
After a moment, he sighed sadly, "Wait a little longer, when you grow up, When you become stronger, you will meet Uncle Fan."
"Oh."
A Ming nodded in understanding.
So many changes have taken place in the past ten years, turning this cheerful man into the silent and steady man he is today.
Feeling the omnipresent ultra-light black mist in the air, the man whispered softly, "Is it you?
Is it you?"
He believed yes.
If not, why would the Black Mist kill all the Zerg, leaving only the subordinates belonging to Bolaher?
Why could it lead humans to reshape the world and kill those conspiracy careerists?
The Zerg race flying all over the grassland has integrated with humans.
The terrifying race that was once avoided like tigers coexists peacefully with humans under the guidance of the black mist.
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What kind of power could achieve this level?
He believed it was him, and he had always believed so.
"You're here."
The woman at work stopped what she was doing.
She was surrounded by more than a dozen huge insect eggs.
Judging from the germinating state of these eggs, they were about to break out of their shells.
"How's it going?
Is the situation okay?"
The man put down A Ming and took over the work from the woman.
"Little A Ming, I'll chat with your father for a while.
You can go play by yourself first."
The woman rubbed A Ming's cheek lovingly and smiled.
"Then I'm leaving, Aunt Mandala, let's talk."
The restless A Ming disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Haha, he looks so much like you when you were young."
Mandala smiled slightly.
"Why, you are envious?"
"Of course.
But if he is still alive, our child should be this old."
Mandala sighed slightly.
Looking intently at the mandala in front of her, time has not left many traces on this strong woman.
She is still dressed in red.
The only difference is that her eyes flash with sadness similar to that of the man from time to time.
The man suddenly became serious, "The boss is not dead, he must still be alive."
"Art, don't be stupid, he is already dead, otherwise why hasn't he appeared for ten years?"
Mandala was a little excited.
This man is none other than Art.
There is no other person who can be called "boss" like this.
Besides him, there is no other person.
"I don't believe it, otherwise how can you explain these black fogs?"
"There is no need to explain this.
Just like when the Zerg appeared on Earth, many things cannot be explained."
"Then let Bola Hel tell you, do you believe that Brahma is dead?"
Bolaher, who was crawling beside the eggs, cried slightly, "Master, it may be dead, or it may not have me, I don't know."
Art suddenly seemed to have lost his strength and his shoulders slumped.
Time was indeed a ruthless force.
Now even Boraher was no longer firm.
After a long sigh, Art closed his mouth and waited silently for the arrival of new life.
In another part of the grassland, a quiet stream gurgled silently, and a pair of women, like mother and daughter, sat under the eaves.
"The black fog has begun to thicken again."
The older woman sighed slightly in silence.
"What does this mean?"
the young woman whispered.
“I don’t know, maybe no one will know.”
"Aunt Lin," the young woman sighed, "where did he go?"
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The older woman is Lin.
After experiencing too many vicissitudes of life, she is finally old.
Her hair has become mottled with white, and her face is covered with wrinkles.
"Do you think he is still alive?"
the young woman asked again.
With a long sigh, Lin shook her head slightly, "Yeyetong, Fan has completed his mission.
I believe that this black mist is his will and power.
He helped us reshape the entire world.
But as for whether he is still alive This has no meaning anymore.
Maybe, now he is beside us, incarnate in the mist and watching us.
This ending is not a perfect ending for him and us."
"But" Ye Tong bit her lower lip.
In the past ten years, she has matured into a young girl, and the charm she exudes in every move is enough to attract people's hearts.
"Aunt Lin, Ye Tong, it's time to eat."
At this time, another woman came and placed the food in front of Lin and Ye Tong.
"Let's eat together, Qiangwei."
Lin greeted.
"No, aunt, I'm going to see Zi Tong."
Qiangwei smiled slightly and walked into the room.
"Qiangwei, you are here."
There is a woman sitting on the couch in the room.
She has fair skin and snowy hair.
She is in her youth and exudes an indescribable youthful atmosphere all the time.
She is beautiful and gentle, just like in the painting. person.
The only flaw was that her eyes seemed unable to see.
"Do you have anything new to tell me today?"
The woman looked a little excited at Qiangwei's arrival.
"Of course, how could I forget my beautiful sister Zi Tong?"
Qiangwei smiled slightly and sat down next to Zi Tong.
While combing her hair carefully, she told her what she saw and heard.
Zi Tong listened happily.
These anecdotes became her only pleasure after she lost her sight.
As she listened, she suddenly remembered something.
"Sister Qiangwei, do you know that I dreamed about my big brother again yesterday, and he told me that he would be back soon?"
Looking at the excited Zi Tong, Qiangwei sighed with pity.
Ever since Fan disappeared, Zi Tong has always been the one who believed most firmly that he would come back, and she often told everyone that she dreamed about Fan and what Fan told her. .
At first, everyone still had expectations, but ten years later, Brahman still did not appear.
Slowly, people lost confidence.
In Rose's world, she had long thought that Fan was dead.
Listening to Zi Tong's excited words, Qiangwei's mind wandered to nowhere.
By the stream, the quiet Angeliel was washing the clothes carefully.
These were clothes belonging to Fan.
During the past ten years, whenever he missed Fan, she would take out his old clothes and wash them carefully.
At this time, she would always talk to herself about her thoughts, which had become her habit.
"Fan, are you okay?
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Today is over.
It has been ten years since you disappeared.
How have you been in these ten years?
They all say you are gone, but I don't believe it.
I always believe you are still alive. , you will definitely come back, Art is right, this black mist that covers the world and guards us all the time must be your gift."
"You know, Zi Tong said she dreamed about you again, and every time I hear her tell the story in her dream, I feel one step closer to you."
"Although, until now, I have not been able to remember our past, it does not stop me from missing you.
I love you, yes, Brahma, I love you.
This kind of love comes for no reason, just like It's the blood flowing in my body.
From the moment we met again, it was destined."
"So, Fan, if possible, would you like to give me another chance to love you?"
When she didn't get any response, Angelil was just talking to herself, so she smiled, she was used to it.
She slowly wrung out the water on her clothes, folded them carefully, stood up and prepared to leave, but at this time, a voice suddenly came to her ears.
A familiar voice, the voice she had been waiting for for ten years.
"I haven't answered yet, are you leaving in such a hurry?"
Angelil's body shook suddenly.
At this moment, her breathing seemed to stop, and the clothes she was holding in her hands were about to fall to the ground.
A pair of steady hands suddenly appeared in the black mist, gently catching Angelil's fallen clothes, and following these arms, in the black mist that suddenly gathered together, a blur composed of black mist The figure slowly emerges "Why are you so careless?
The clothes you just washed are about to get dirty."
The voice continued from the black mist, "You have to know, this dress was my favorite one before."
Thick black fog covers the sky, as if the black fog of the entire world is concentrated here at this moment.
The thick darkness seems to be real.
This phenomenon has already alarmed the people around For a moment, when a pair of steady hands first penetrated the black mist, what followed was a complete human body.
"Yes."
The man shook his clothes gently, "Although they are a little wet, they still fit well."
At this moment, Angelil's face was filled with tears, and her red and swollen eyes reflected the voice and appearance of the man in front of her.
Finally, she could no longer hold back and threw herself at the man, sobbing.
"Brahma Brahma Brahma" "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll be back."
He gently comforted Angelil in his arms, with a smile on his lips as he looked at the people not far away who were attracted by this vision.
"I."
"Back."
To be continued
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