The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1213 Shameful

When Nana brought the unconscious Qing Ling back, a scarred private car drove towards everyone.

The car stopped and got out of the car.

Her face was pale, and her sad eyes looked around her companions, and finally fell on Gao Yang's face.

"Uncle Tiger..." He stopped and couldn't ask any more.

Yishi silently walked to the back of the car and opened the unclosed trunk. Inside were four blood-stained black-gold weapons: the dragon-slaying giant sword, the green dog demon sword, the black-gold short sword, and the black-gold dagger.

When Douhu and Angry fought to the death, Yishi stayed away from the battlefield and watched the whole battle with binoculars. She was the only spectator in this "chamber match".

"No... no no no... this is impossible!" Zhang Wei couldn't believe it: "That's Uncle Tiger. Even if we are all dead, this old thief can't possibly die!"

Zhang Wei looked at Gao Yang: "Brother Yang, Uncle Tiger must have a backup plan, right? He must be alive, right?"

Gao Yang was silent.

Zhang Wei looked at the others again, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but what awaited him was an even more powerless silence.

"grass!"

Zhang Wei kicked over a piece of gravel.

Yishi's voice was hoarse and he spoke the first sentence: "Uncle Hu said that the weapons should be left to Qing Ling."

"Wow!"

Hong Xiaoxiao was devastated by the bad news one after another. She covered her mouth hard, but she couldn't hold back her cries.

For some reason, she felt extremely ashamed at that moment. She felt that she should not cry and was not qualified to cry. Her weakness was a shame to her dead companions.

But she couldn't control it, no matter what.

Amid Hong Xiaoxiao's suppressed cries, Yishi finished reporting on the angry battle.

At this time, an electric motorcycle came over with a "klop, cheep, cheep" sound.

Gregor was disheveled, covered in blood, blind in one eye, and missing an arm. He was holding half a cigarette in his mouth and holding the handle of the car with one hand.

The cute sheep in the back seat hugged Gregor tightly, with dried tears on his face.

Soon, the motorcycle stopped in front of everyone.

Gregor took the cute sheep out of the car with some difficulty.

He glanced around everyone, grinned, and said in a hoarse voice, "Not bad, more people survived than I thought."

Hong Xiaoxiao immediately checked Meng Yang’s wound.

Yishi stepped forward silently, helped Gregor sit down, and healed his injuries.

"You are seriously injured." Yishi said.

"It's okay, I can't die...cough cough..." Gregor coughed violently.

Yishi injected Gregor with emergency medicine: "I'm afraid my hands and eyes won't come back, so I'll have to use prosthetics. I can help you recover 60-70% of the remaining injuries."

Gregor nodded: "Very good, very good."

Suddenly he thought of something and raised his head: "The cyber arm does not affect the coding speed, right?" "I don't know." Yishi smiled bitterly: "You can ask Dr. Jia later."

Gregor took out a cigarette and slowly lit it: "Actually, I have also considered phonetic writing, but I still can't get used to it. There is always a layer between the typed words and the spoken words."

"What about the oral report?" Gao Yang said.

"Oh, this doesn't matter." Gregor smiled sarcastically and met Gao Yang's gaze. He seemed unchanged, but also seemed completely wrong.

If I have to describe it, it's like a drama entering a period of chaos and subtle calm, waiting for it to inevitably explode and lose control.

After Gregor reported on the Battle of Gluttony, the already heavy atmosphere worsened.

As a person who has experienced it, Gregor has survived the most difficult time and is actually very calm.

He observed everyone and discovered an interesting phenomenon: Although everyone was sad, those who witnessed the sacrifice of their teammates were more calm in their grief.

The remaining people grieved more intensely, and their consciences seemed not to allow them to be as calm as those who had experienced it, as if this was a deep offense.

This leads to some excessive pretense in their sadness. This pretense cannot be called hypocrisy, but is just a complex product of subtle human nature.

Suddenly, Gregor was overwhelmed by the overwhelming futility.

Because he felt that it was worth writing at this moment, but he didn’t know how to write.

He has always wanted to use words to record the truth, but words can only summarize the truth as much as possible and cannot replace it.

The reality is an eternity that happens in front of you, rather than a mirror image engraved in words.

"Cute sheep."

When Gregor came to his senses, he found Gao Yang kneeling on one knee beside the little girl.

Gao Yang's voice was cold: "The next enemy is very scary. We may all die. Do you still want to participate?"

"Yeah!" Mengyang's eyes were red and he nodded vigorously.

"Why?" Gao Yang asked.

"Because, I am a warrior." Meng Yang's eyes were firm.

After three seconds of silence, Gao Yang nodded: "Okay."

Gao Yang stood up: "Nana, send the unconscious person back to the Millennium Building. I'll give you twenty minutes."

"Hmph! My king only needs fifteen minutes!" Nana said.

Gao Yang looked at the others and said, "Rest where you are and set off in fifteen minutes."

"Captain, have you found Arrogance?" Luo asked.

"Ah."

When the third hour of the Celestial Tribulation arrived, Gao Yang reversely sensed the approximate location of Wang Zikai through the connection of the [Judge], which was exactly where his beast form was awakened - the dry well.

Wang Zikai must have noticed Gao Yang's location immediately, but he kept his word and did not come to Gao Yang.

The two of them were waiting for this moment in tacit understanding, as if they had made a fateful appointment.

(End of this chapter)