The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 860 I promise

"Remember." Gao Yang replied.

"Later, I took Xiaotian to eat again, the night I decided to 'take refuge' with you." Chen Ying fell into memories and smiled unconsciously: "Xiaotian loves to eat very much."

Gao Yang stood there and listened silently.

"So I asked my boss to teach me how to make beef offal powder, thinking that I could make it for Xiaotian in the future."

"The boss said that the method is not difficult and he can teach me, but I definitely can't make it taste like that. I was a little unconvinced, so I said that if I strictly follow your method, I will definitely succeed."

"The boss said that this cannot be replicated with the right method. It also has the accumulation of years. This thing is very mysterious and cannot be explained. Just like my mother's cooking skills, it has a taste that can only be obtained by cooking every day. Occasionally you cook a dish with the same method, but the taste is still wrong. Many of the exclusive secret recipes of so-called century-old restaurants inherit not only the methods and techniques, but also the accumulation of years..."

"Then, the boss started to talk to me about the principles of life. He said that I looked like a successful person and rarely had time to spend with my children, let alone spend time making beef offal noodles every day. If you want to eat beef offal noodles, bring your children to his restaurant. That's it. Besides, does the child really like this bowl of noodles that much? What he likes is that you eat it with him."

Chen Ying withdrew the smile on her face, paused for a while, and then continued: "When Xiaotian left, I regretted very much that I couldn't take him to Dishini, fly a kite, and eat beef offal... But in fact, none of this is important to Xiaotian, he just wants me to spend more time with him and talk to me more, but I am always busy and leave him alone..."

"How come I don't understand such a simple truth?" A few tears fell from Chen Ying's face. She was very sad, but she seemed very calm. She seemed to have learned the method that White Rabbit taught her - acceptance.

Gao Yang walked to Chen Ying and sat down slowly: "Chen Ying, I want to give you two things."

Chen Ying didn't wipe her tears and looked at Gao Yang: "Say."

Gao Yang took out a novel from the inside of his coat: "First thing, help me channel this book before the war begins. If you have any clues, tell Douhu and Jiuhan."

"Okay." Chen Ying took the novel and didn't ask any more questions.

"The second thing is, whether it's tonight or the battle that follows, don't always think about dying in battle. No matter what danger you encounter, you can't give up until the last second."

Gao Yang looked at Chen Ying solemnly: "Your life was given by Xiaotian, don't let him down, don't make him sad."

Chen Ying lowered her head, grabbed the novel's fingers and subconsciously exerted force.

After a few seconds, she raised her head and met Gao Yang with firm eyes: "Okay."

There were footsteps not far behind.

Gao Yang and Chen Ying stood up and found it was Jiu Han and Qing Ling.

"Captain, I'm leaving here." Jiuhan said.

Gao Yang nodded: "Well, I'll leave it to you and Douhu."

Jiuhan asked, "Do you have anything to say to everyone? I can convey it."

"No." Gao Yang replied simply.

Jiuhan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Jiuhan waved and turned to leave. Chen Ying quickly followed with the novel in hand.

Qing Ling was still standing there, staring at Gao Yang with a pair of eyes.

Gao Yang's indifferent expression softened a bit: "Do you have a problem with me?"

"Asking knowingly." Qing Ling's face was expressionless.

"Qing Ling, you have to go with Dou Hu tonight." Gao Yang said.

"You have thought clearly." Qing Ling said.

"Think clearly." Gao Yang nodded: "We need you more over there." Qing Ling no longer insisted and nodded slightly: "Don't die, Qing Ling will be sad."

"No, I promise."

"Your promise is to fart." Qingling paused and added coldly: "She said so."

Gao Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly, but his eyes became firm: "Tell Qing Ling, don't worry, I will come back alive."

After a pause for two seconds, he added: "You guys too."

Qing Ling shook her head and walked away, leaving behind a sassy figure. When she was about to walk out of the woods, she raised her hand and gestured "OK" to the person behind her as a response.

……

11:55, leaving the city, Qingyang Bridge.

Little New Year's Eve is coming to an end, but the enthusiasm of the citizens for the New Year has just been ignited. The whole Li city is brightly lit, neon lights are flashing, and traffic is flowing.

There is festive music and laughter everywhere, and fireworks are constantly blooming over the city in every area, dotting the already beautiful night.

The Lijiang River across the city naturally turned into a golden ribbon under the dim lights, but the ribbon was "broken" in the middle.

The lights of the Qingyang Bridge connecting Shanqing District and Feiyang District were all turned off and closed to traffic. Not only that, even the riverbanks and streets on both sides of the bridge were cut off due to "emergency construction."Residents who had been sent home in the vicinity, as well as car drivers who had to take diversions, complained loudly.

At this moment, the Qingyang Bridge was dim and lifeless, like the only necrotic blood vessel in the body of a city giant.

Around early morning, in the middle of this "necrotic blood vessel", or to be precise, a little west of the middle, there were several commercial vehicles parked. The people in the vehicles had already got out of the car and were standing in groups.

At the front of the crowd were a man and a woman.

The man wears a brown coat and carries a black gold crutch. His face has soft lines, but his eyebrows are deep and his green eyes are cold, like the surface of a frozen lake under the moonlight.

His slightly curly chestnut hair was combed into a clean back, and his whole person was unsmiling and calm.

The woman is sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a simple gray wool coat and a brown scarf, her hair is neatly tied up, and she has exquisite tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of her nose.

She is getting older, the fine lines around her eyes are obvious, and her skin is slightly sagging. However, she is generally well-maintained and her eyes are clear and energetic. It can be seen that the years have been very gentle to her.

Behind Qilin and Li stood Wu Se, Yi Shi, Qu You, Aiman ​​and others, and behind them were all the members.

Even Xiao Xin, who was in a deep coma, "went out". Of course, he was not willing, but was controlled by Qilin's [Puppet Master].

His face showed a weak grayish color, his expression was numb, his eyes were dazed, flashing with a dim green light, and a network-like green mark was vaguely visible on his neck.

This time, the Haichuan regiment had no reservations and went out in full force.

"Clang-clang-clang-"

Early in the morning, the New Year's Eve bell rang, like invisible waves, emerging from all directions and hitting everyone's eardrums.

The wind on the bridge also got stronger, messing up everyone's hair and clothes.

Everyone's expressions were different. Some were expecting the enemy to appear soon, while others were praying that the enemy would not come. Some had already chosen their opponents, while others were looking for the best escape route.

Soon, the twelve bells ended: light appeared at the east end of the bridge.

If someone looked down from the sky at this moment, they would be able to see the light like a drop of glowing golden blood, swimming rapidly along the necrotic "blood vessel" towards the "blockage" in the middle of the "blood vessel".

(End of this chapter)