[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Speaking of which, this Bentley is quite pitiful. It was smashed into scraps of iron before seeing the sun for a few days... In fact, it was not. Fortunately, it was stuck on a branch, and it did not fall into scrap iron or explode. The already tattered front of the car was even worse.

The federation accurately located the place where the car flew off the national road through monitoring, and soon sent a search team.

Wannianzhu yawned.

"Sir, didn't you sleep well yesterday?" The soldier beside him asked concerned.

"On the night shift." Wannian Zhu paused: "So much nonsense. Do you hear that, there is a voice there?"

The soldier shook his head: "No, sir."

Wannianzhu quietly touched the emergency communicator in his pocket, and kicked him: "Why don't you go soon?"

"Yes!" The soldiers ran towards the direction he pointed one after another.

When the soldiers were far away, he hurriedly held the communicator, and pressed a series of codes "TRACEREMOVING" on it while walking quickly, and the recipient was "the principal of the kindergarten".This is an anonymous message, and it can only be transmitted through two special-type communicators. Once the CIA checks it, it will only find an anonymous signal.And there was only one reason why he specifically dismissed the federal army beside him - he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

The silver Bentley that the federal army was secretly searching was stuck right above the big tree, and the fall was even more tragic than he thought.

Wannianzhu felt his heart ache. The Federation is not an empire, and even an admiral would not be equipped with such a good car.The sky was not completely bright yet, and there was a hazy haze. He turned on the flashlight and took a look. There was only a blood-stained airbag in the car, and there was no sign of anyone. At least he fled the scene first.

Reassuringly, he took out the lighter from his pocket, wiped off his fingerprints with his gloves, lit it and threw it under the tree.

"Who's there!" He directed and acted on his own, and even fired a shot at the place where there was blood on the ground.

The fire soon spread to the entire forest, and the soldiers came after hearing the news, only to see a Bentley hidden in the sea of ​​flames, and the traces left in the car would also be erased, no matter the owner's information , or traces of pheromones.

Yesterday, Yasha, the head of state of Yamata no Orochi, personally led someone to "invite" the third guest of the empire, Yasha, and he was quite disturbed.

Run away, and then... think of a way.Wannianzhu lowered his head and walked away from the flames step by step.

It was just dawn when Yimulian woke up.

He sat on the reef, with his legs soaked in the bone-cold winter water, watched the waves submerge them again and again, and calmed down a little dullly for a long time.

Shouldn't I be on...the roof?

Yimulian has no impression of this sea area, and the last frame of his memory is the sarcastic smile of Bianhua, and he is still deeply blaming himself for not grabbing the 92-style - that was the most basic task that Huang entrusted to him. He couldn't finish it.

What happened afterwards?He couldn't remember it, and he seemed to be unaware of the things that hung between him and his life, and he didn't know what instinctive decisions he had made unconsciously.

What happened to Huang, what happened to Yasha, and what happened to Bianhua?

There is no answer.

He thought, this is probably a dream.There is no one around, and there is no sign of Huang. Usually when he is rarely lazy, Huang will throw a document over as if nothing had happened, as if I am busy and you should be busy with him. It's over.But now, no one came to disturb him, he just sat there, the time passed with the cool wind blowing, the high tide rose rapidly, and it didn't take long for him to find that his legs were submerged under the sea surface.

There is still a distance to the coast, and it may take a while to walk, but think about it, anyway, this is a dream, and you can squander it willfully.He lay down casually without sinking to the bottom of the water, enjoying the peace very much.

There are many things in the underwater world, such as the melody of fish schools, the singing of whales, and the din of wars and chaos outside. It is so peaceful here, and he likes this tranquility.

There was even a killer whale swimming past him and screaming. He finally realized what was wrong and sat up quickly.

This place is too real to be a dream at all.

There will be no melancholy cries of sea creatures in the dream, let alone other things... because he has never heard it before, and he has no idea what it is in his consciousness, so how could he dream of it?

Except for dreams, there is only one answer—mental pictures.

He finally understands why the desert in his picture is suddenly irrigated with running water, because this sea is a spiritual picture of barrenness.

But Huang is not here, there is only a white dragon hovering in the air, with nowhere to stay.Soon another golden dragon appeared beside it. The golden scales of that golden dragon had just grown out, and the pink body underneath was still visible to the naked eye. The two dragons walked together, flew down from the sky, and rippled across the water. .

It turned out that the Peach Blossom Demon secretly told himself that he and Huang had a high degree of compatibility. It was true that he could sneak in without the owner's consent, and he could even abduct the other party's spiritual guide!

For a period of time, Yimulian would go to the mental scene every night, and it was normal to roam in his own scene.The dragon is here, and Huang will also be here theoretically.

When he stood up, he noticed that the tide was rising too fast, and the coast could no longer be seen on the horizon in all directions. There was only one horizon separating the blue sky and the blue sea. Personally, there are only the rolling belly of the killer whale, and a few seagulls that occasionally stop on the water to hunt.

Huang is really not here.

Just as he was about to make this inference, he saw an inconspicuous vortex at the end of the horizon.

Yimulian couldn't swim, so Jinlong flew back and held his collar with his claws all the way to the top of the whirlpool. He rubbed his eyes. There was indeed a person in the center of the whirlpool. He couldn't see clearly, but the answer was obvious.Jinlong threw him into the center of the vortex, he struggled symbolically a few times, worried that his mouth and nose would be covered by water, but found that the vortex was throwing him to the sea surface instead.

The person in the center of the vortex was getting farther and farther away from him, he shouted: "Huang!" But no one answered.

Huang didn't seem to hear at all, and didn't even turn his head.

Something must have happened, Yimulian was pushed to the surface of the sea by the vortex, Jinlong threw him in again, but he was still rushed back.

The current situation is probably very critical, the consciousness of both of them is in the mental image, so who is in charge of the outside affairs?Could it still be Yasha?That's only a little bit better than neither of them taking care of them!

Yimulian summoned the golden dragon again, and the golden dragon took him all the way into the deepest part of the vortex, the sea water kept resisting and pushing him away, even the golden dragon couldn't get over the roaring waves.He raised his head and glanced at the sky, the white dragon just stopped in the clouds, watching one person and one dragon doing futile work, showing no intention of helping.

Bailong refused to help, the waves pushed him away, Huang was resisting him.

——It’s just not that “resistance”.

The vortex is undoubtedly the most dangerous place in this spiritual landscape, except here, he likes to go anywhere, but Huang will not allow him to get into this vortex, even if Huang himself is there.

Wake up, we should go, if we don't go, what will happen to the outside world!

His cry was not conveyed.The waves beat up violently, and he and Jinlong fell into the water, and were soon thrown back to the surface of the sea by the vortex of the reverse current. After three incidents, he should give up, even he himself thought so.But in the next second, he got into the water again, and the golden dragon dragged him to swim forward around the range of the whirlpool. The closer he got to the bottom of the sea, the more difficult it was, but he finally reached the depths of the whirlpool.

Huang just stood there, not wearing a military uniform, but a military school uniform.

That's the appearance of him falling in love with Huangshihuang. He is not as tall as he is now, and the outline of his face has not yet fully grown. There is a trace of fortitude in his eyes that has experienced war, and there is more innocence that still has illusions about the future.

Yimulian tried to call out: "Wake up, we're leaving!"

Huang finally looked at Yimulian, his eyes were very clear, but he shook his head indifferently.

Wherever Huang goes, there will be a whirlpool, and this entire mental picture is a cage centered on him.

He's stuck here.

But he was not dissatisfied.The sound at the bottom of the sea made him feel safe. As long as he stood here, the world revolved around him.The sea water caressed his cheeks, and the delicate touch seemed to be licking his wounds. He couldn't help but feel a little itchy. Hearing the melody of the waves and the graceful combination of the whale song, he felt nothing but comfort.

He couldn't think of a reason to leave here, and the mental scene was clearly a good place for peace.

He saw the somewhat familiar guide diving into the water and beckoning to him desperately, he just felt strange: Isn't this the guide who frequently appeared in the school newspaper?How come here?

The guide obviously couldn't swim, and choked several times in the water, which was very uncomfortable.His heart tugged, it was clearly a stranger, but his heart would fluctuate violently because of the other person's every move.

Something important has been forgotten.

The one-eyed guide was tempting him to go out from here, and he began to feel itchy, and he was convinced of one thing-if the guide stayed longer, he would follow him out from here even if he couldn't find a reason.

No……!He doesn't want to go.

Yimulian waved again, but only waves came.

This time the waves were extremely turbulent, Jin Long couldn't hold back, he was directly rushed back to reality by the waves.

Yimulian twitched violently, took a few breaths, and almost drowned in the mental scene.He found that he was lying prone on a person's lap in a strange posture - without even thinking about it, this person must be Huang, and the back of his head was resting on an air cushion.He got up with difficulty, and the whole car slid down for a while. His face was pale and he dared not move again, finally realizing the seriousness of the situation.

With the airbag on the back of his head, they were trapped in the car, which was tilted at an odd angle, with tree branches caught in the windows, and he couldn't even open the door.

"Huang!" He pushed open the airbag, patted Huang's cheek, but only felt wet and warm hands.

Airbags have been made quite advanced these days, and it is rare for anyone to be seriously injured or die in a car accident. He thought for a second why Huang was injured, and then he quickly came to a conclusion: Huang is too high.

The airbag couldn't completely block Huang, so it probably hit the glass...

This is probably the most unjust injury Huang has suffered.

Yimulian sighed, and finally remembered that he used empathy to lend Huang's five senses. He knew that his mental power was temporarily weak due to overuse, but he still chose to move forward and kiss Huang's lips, hoping to strengthen the spiritual connection. The way to empathize again - he did succeed, but...

This time he borrowed Huang's perception.

And only a small part, he still has sight and hearing.

He gasped in pain, probably during a car accident, he only felt blood gurgling out of his forehead, the uninterrupted sharp pain seemed to be engraved on his spine, and several ribs were broken Gen, I was so weak that I couldn't even straighten my waist, not to mention the flesh mottled by the bullets on the palm of my hand, I don't know what kind of medicine was poured on it, the pain was probably festered.

What is more terrifying than the piercing pain is disappointment - if Huang can't use his five senses to wake up, how can he get rid of fugue?

"The Federation is coming, wake up..." Yimu kept pushing him, but he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that the car stuck in mid-air would fall from the tree like this.

Huang did not respond.

That's true, the other party doesn't even have hearing, so how can he hear his persuasion?

"I can't... run with you."

Huang still didn't respond.

Yimulian had only been in a coma for a while, and his mental strength hadn't recovered much, and he was about to bottom out again soon. His eye sockets were moist with pain, but he was reluctant to let go of empathy, the only life-saving straw.

He glanced at the sky. If they want to avoid the pursuit of the Federation, the night is an excellent cover, and it will be dawn in a blink of an eye. They must leave here immediately. Yasha is not in the car, and if he is not with them, it may be bad luck. , if they run into another accident...

"If you don't want me to die of pain, wake up quickly!"

He is almost hysterical, and despair can always force people into strange appearances.The tree trunks are shaking, and the smashed car may slip down from the treetops at any time. This place is not high, but it is enough to be squeezed into a puddle of meat by the narrow space inside the car!

He was uncharacteristically restless and out of his mind.

There is only one thing that Yimulian is extremely certain of—he will never leave Huang alone and run away.

The engine stalled, and he began to look for something in the car that could smash the window glass in severe pain, and then he saw something move at the edge of his vision.

It's Huang's little finger.

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