Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

That night, the cowboys did not arrange for Cheng An and Dan Heng to keep watch, but since they went to bed before her usual biological clock for falling asleep, Cheng An lay in the tent with her eyes open, tossing and turning, tired and unable to sleep.

She simply walked out of the tent to check on Potio, who was on the first night watch.

He stood in front of the eternal bonfire, not knowing what he was thinking. The unique flames cast a red glow on his hat and hair, making him look even more festive.

Seeing her come out, he patted the seat next to him, indicating that she could sit there.

Cheng An was not shy and sat casually by the campfire.

"Aren't you extremely sleepy during the day? Why aren't you sleeping now?" he asked.

"I can't sleep. I don't usually sleep at this time."

She stretched out her hand and picked out a streak of red from the flames in front of her. The red light changed its form and gradually turned into a battleship.

"Teacher Danheng and I came to this planet from the immortal ship Luofu. Before arriving at Argan-Apache, we were still smashing the Dragon Master Hall. You can simply think of it as the villain's base."

She started telling her story to herself. It seemed that the night was quiet and there was little entertainment except for her cell phone with poor signal, so she needed a story to embellish the desolate place she was in.

Botteo did not interrupt her, so she assumed that the listener had no objection.

"The dragon masters pinned Dan Heng's sins on him, and they also wanted to gain his power and secrets, so they imprisoned him for nearly two hundred years."

For ordinary people, a time that was too long appeared, and a crack appeared on Botio's originally calm expression: "Seize the boy?"

Cheng An turned to look at him, his expression was full of sarcasm, which was totally inconsistent with the heavy tone he had used when he told the story just now: "You heard it right, two hundred years!"

Portio: "So you won't?" He said uncertainly.

"What's the matter? I even knew him in his past life. You can guess what I'm talking about." Cheng An raised his hand and patted the cowboy who was stuck in the cosmic cat head state, pretending to be profound.

Although she did know Danfeng, she almost skipped the three hundred years from Danfeng to Danheng with one click. She went to Tsyganiya for a few months and then flashed to Luofu, which was directly the node three hundred years later. In the eyes of others, she was already hundreds of years old, but in fact, she might not be as old as Potio.

But she didn't say it explicitly, pretending to be mysterious. Anyway, what she said was true, and how Poteo himself would understand it was none of her business.

He fell into deep thought, his CPU was burning, and finally, he realized it.

"Old witch."

This was Botteo's answer to her after careful consideration.

“?” No, you kid?

The veins on her forehead throbbed when she heard these un-lordly words. Was this what he felt after being silent for so long?

Cheng An: "That's really unpleasant to hear, buddy."

Portio: "Don't think I don't know what you want to see from me, sister."

"Tsk, you're really uncooperative." I thought I would hear the arrogant cowboy calling me "brother" or "sister", but he turned out to be so stubborn.

Seeing her little plan fail, she cleared her throat and continued, "But age isn't the point."

"Anyway, I learned swordsmanship from a master in Luofu, and I had a very exciting time in Luofu, but it ended because of a big chaos. After that, I left Luofu for Chunmei's mission."

"When I returned to my hometown, three hundred years had passed in a flash, and it was already Dan Heng's business. In order to completely prevent Dan Heng from being shackled and framed, we caused a big commotion at their headquarters, and finally took him away from the Immortal Boat."

In just a few words, she touched upon her past with Dan Heng. It was a complicated experience that spanned a hundred years and countless crises. In the end, it all became a story told under the moonlight and in front of the campfire.

Botio's words no longer contained any provocation. After he saw that Cheng An had no intention of continuing to speak, he took over the conversation: "Why are you suddenly telling me this?"

"Because I couldn't sleep."

Her tone was light, not as heavy as the tone of the listener, "And of course I'm not telling you this for nothing. In exchange, I want to hear your story."

"Hey, forced sale? Why should I tell you my story, little girl?"

"This is called an equal exchange! I told you about it first just to show my sincerity! If you don't tell me, I'll go ask that round-faced guy. I'm sure he'll be willing to tell me the funniest version."

Thinking of his brother's eloquent character, Potio felt that in order to preserve his own good reputation, it would be safer to speak in person.

"Tsk, alright, it won't hurt to say a few words."

"Like Fusili - the guy who has been talking a lot today - mentioned, I picked up a baby from the snow, and I have always treated her as my own daughter. But at that time she was just born and only that big." He gestured with his hands as he spoke, and his expression seemed to be back to that snowy day.

On that snowy night, the cowboy, who had gained his own status and respect, encountered another important thing in his life - he brought back a new relative for himself.

The little child cried loudly in the snow. The young man who had never shown any sign of cowardice in the duel between life and death felt at a loss at that moment.

Maybe he didn't know how to comfort the little child, or maybe he was struggling with how he should treat her, take her away, leave, or hand her over to someone who was in charge?

But in the end, the child picked up by Grey and Nick grew up and continued their family's usual kindness. He took the baby back and they became family.

The child was very young at that time, only about one or two months old. As a new father, he was busy feeding the baby the prepared milk powder under the guidance of Ms. Grey.

Those days were very different from the cowboys' struggle between yellow sand and green grass, but they were full of happy troubles.

So as winter passed and spring came, the child slowly grew from a baby who could only be swaddled into a baby who could smile at him. Under the guidance of the whole family, he learned to roll over and slowly began to babble to express his thoughts.

From snow to breeze, and now to the transition to summer, the child is estimated to be seven or eight months old. At this time, when the baby is full of energy, she can crawl around the house. When she is a little older, maybe she can stand up shakily, speak vaguely, and call the cowboy "Dad".

The baby's growth is so fast that it makes people trance-like, as if there are new changes every day. This gives Portio, as a new father, a great sense of accomplishment and anticipation.

Cheng An listened to the person in front of him talking more and more excitedly. From her reluctance in the beginning to her incessant talk now, it seemed that he remembered every bit of progress of his little daughter clearly.

People always can't help but become talkative about the things they like. From this point of view, he is undoubtedly a good father.

Cheng An clearly realized the importance of this child to Potio, and he seemed to give all his care and love to this child without reservation.

This kind of emotion is different from the feeling towards parents. This kind of emotion is more like a hope, a materialization of the future, a strong love that makes one happy when seeing others living well.

It is complex yet pure, and generates tremendous energy and motivation whether you have it or lose it.

For the younger ones, perhaps when the elders are gone, they will carry on with their elders’ expectations, inherit their wishes, and continue to live. But for the elders who have lost their children, it is more likely that the elders will seek revenge at any cost.

Therefore, we see too many desperate parents who go to great lengths to seek justice for their children who died in vain, and who are willing to go to great lengths that are beyond the reach of ordinary people, even to the point of death, just to give an explanation.

The final fate of these people is either to die with hatred in their heart, or to achieve their long-cherished wish and then spend the rest of their difficult life in pain and regret.

So, talk therapy is really a very useful method.

No matter what the clue is, as long as the central mission target talks a little more, the key information will pour out like water and be revealed in front of them.

Cheng An felt that the purpose of his trip had become extremely clear after tonight's conversation.

Don’t worry about whether she can defeat the company’s high-tech fleet. First of all, the baby, Portio’s daughter, is an absolute unshakable bottom line.