"Did I succeed?"
The first time Mao Yongan opened his eyes, he spoke weakly.
No one responded.
The next second, Mao Yongan saw Lu Dongbin's dark face.
The atmosphere became a little solid for a while.
Apparently, Mao Yongan also recalled the last words he said before he fell into coma.
"..."
"I said I lost my memory...do you believe it?"
After pondering for two seconds, Mao Yongan looked at Lu Dongbin with a guilty conscience and said.
But what responded to him was Lu Dongbin's even brighter smile.
...
For some reason, the moment I learned that I had really brought the strong man back and that the path he had chosen was clear, the huge boulder that had been weighing on my heart in recent times seemed to have been removed by most of it, and I became a little more cheerful again. .
It turns out...as long as you try your best, you can still make the impossible possible.
This...is hope.
A ray of light in this dark night guided Mao Yongan's path, making him no longer despairing and at a loss.
But what followed was panic.
When a person has lost his soul, he is not afraid of anything, but the spirit of his spirit has returned. When he looks at Lu Dongbin again, he feels a little frightened.
"I heard that anyone who uses a sword... is a fool?"
Finally, Lu Dongbin looked at Mao Yongan with a smile, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke slowly.
Mao Yongan's head suddenly shook like a rattle.
"I didn't, it wasn't me, I didn't say it, how could it be possible!"
"By the way, is Brother Qi awake? I'll go check on him!"
As he spoke, Mao Yongan sat up suddenly, and with his still very weak body, he ran out at an exaggerated speed and disappeared in the direction of the door.
Lu Dongbin looked at this scene, smiled helplessly and shook his head, sighing with emotion: "I created a strange circle for myself to save the world. Fortunately, I got out of the circle..."
"Otherwise, under so much pressure, you will collapse sooner or later..."
…
"You're alive and I was right."
Mao Yongan stood beside the strong man's bed, looking at him who was still in a severely weak state, and said with a smile.
In the smile, there is an indescribable freedom and ease.
But the strong man's face was a little cold. He looked at him seriously and said every word: "Are you proud?"
"Do you feel like there's almost nothing you can't do in this world?"
"Or do you even think that many of our investigators from Tianzhu didn't have to sacrifice, but we didn't persevere like you?"
The strong man said this very seriously.
Mao Yongan was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded gently.
"Ah..."
The strong man smiled, and smiled sarcastically: "If it weren't for me, you would have carried me out for ten minutes at most, and we would have been overtaken by the ghosts, and then all of us would have been destroyed."
"If it weren't for me, you would still be killed by ghosts if you couldn't help but rush out in the snow."
"Although you scratched the wound at that time, don't you understand the common sense that when a person is in a cold environment, the wound is rubbed in the snow, the snow turns into water, and then freezes to seal the wound?"
"He's full of stupid thoughts, and he's just acting recklessly with his reckless energy!"
"Even if your name hadn't been Mao Yong'an and you were the Taoist disciple of Daocheng, would they have searched so hard outside the city to pick you up?"
"What's the end result?"
"It's still a word for death!"
"I am arrogant and arrogant. I always feel that I can go against the will of heaven by relying on my own strength!"
"If we investigators had your kind of thinking, Tianzhu would have been gone long ago. Do you understand?"
The strong man's cold words were like a sharp blade, piercing into Mao Yongan's heart.
His face gradually turned pale as he recalled everything he had to do along the way...
The escape route is found by strong men, and the butt is wiped by strong men.
He was also taken back by Wang Ye and Lu Dongbin. What contribution did he make here?
Don't want to die?
Persistence like gritting teeth?
However, in peaceful times, this is a very rare quality that few people can achieve.
But in today's world, persistence and risking one's life, isn't it already the most basic thing for everyone?
In other words, the reason why he was able to come back with the strong man and supplies this time was not a big factor.
If it weren't for the strong man's rich wasteland experience, he might have died long ago.
A drop of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
The strong man coughed twice, glanced at Mao Yongan's fearful expression without any trace, and showed an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, but soon became serious again.
"I'm not saying this to hurt you, but I want you to know that from now on... obeying orders is the most important thing for you to do!"
"Because every one of us here has more experience than you!"
"unless..."
"You have to have more experience than us, for example...you are the captain."
"But I don't want you to be able to achieve the position of captain, because this is irresponsible to the team members. They may lose their lives in vain because of your stupid decision!"
...
Mao Yongan's eyes changed slightly, he clenched his fists, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long time, his eyes gradually became firm, he looked at the strong man seriously, and said word by word: "I can do it!"
"Sooner or later, I will become an outstanding wastelander and lead everyone to work hard to survive."
"Although I am still very immature, all the old guns are passed by newcomers."
"so..."
"Can you teach me?"
There was an irresistible smile in the eyes of the strong man, but he still stared at Mao Yongan seriously: "Humph, you little bastard, you still want to steal my master. Anyway, you saved me once, so I... I will reluctantly guide you."
Mao Yongan was overjoyed.
"Then...can I ask you a curious question?"
"What is your...Yong Ye Qian's occupation? I feel like you understand it easily."
...
The strong man was stunned, as if he was lost in memories, his face was covered with vicissitudes of life, and after a moment he grinned, his face full of honesty.
"I used to... guard the mountain."
"The number of poachers caught by me is not even a hundred, but eighty!"
As he spoke, there was unconcealable pride on his face!
Yes...
One person and three dogs guard a mountain in the heavy snow.
And now...
Although the dog is gone, he has also changed from guarding the mountain to guarding more things.
