"Are you from the Imperial Federation?" Lin Zihan thought for a moment about the three parties surrounding Nandu, Fengtian Pavilion headed by Yuan Tinghuan, the Northern Alliance led by the Red Lion Army, and the nominal army of the Imperial Federation.
The person in front of him knew his whereabouts so clearly, and he didn't seem to have any strong hostility. He was most likely a member of the Imperial Federation.
"Really?!" Wang Yanming was silent for a few seconds, then nodded with a smile.
"It's you who haven't answered my question yet?" Wang Yanming's eyes were locked on Lin Zihan, his eyes that were so deep that he couldn't see his heart clearly, showing an interrogating look.
Even Lin Zihan felt uncomfortable with being peered into his heart.
"I don't know that if the number of ferocious beasts decreases sharply, humans can return to the life they had before the catastrophe. That kind of life only exists in history, and I have never seen it."
Lin Zihan finally answered Wang Yanming's question, and he was very sincere. With that look in his eyes, Lin Zihan seemed to have the only choice to tell the truth.
"Yes, both schools and society describe how comfortable and beautiful human life was before the catastrophe, but how many people have seen people living within the steel defense lines of the city."
Wang Yanming looked at the ground that had already turned black and scorched beneath his feet. It was like a giant black curtain, covering up the bloodshed and the vitality that had once existed here.
"With the Earth Cage Plan, Yuan Tingkai was able to reduce the number of ferocious beasts in the Southern Territory by one-third in just one month. Most of the ferocious beasts were afraid and concentrated in the depths of the wilderness area. Perhaps his decision really made a difference. is the right choice for mankind."
Wang Yanming's eyes at this time exuded a gentle power, that gentle and elegant temperament, and the tone of the question and the scrutinizing gaze were completely different between the two of them.
Lin Zihan had only seen one person, Wang Qin, who could control his own emotions and behavior to this extent.
Vaguely, Lin Zihan always felt that the person in front of him looked somewhat similar to Wang Qin, especially between the eyebrows and eyes, which exuded a different kind of nobility, the kind of temperament that could not be created by money or clothes. .
"Sacrificing a small part of the living space in exchange for a larger living space is indeed the best choice at the moment," Lin Zihan agreed. Although he did not completely agree with Yuan Tingkai's approach, he had to Admit it, this is extremely effective.
"If one day, you were asked to be the sword bearer, how would you choose?" Wang Yanming put away the softness between his brows and suddenly asked indifferently. His cold tone exuded a chill, which made Lin Zihan feel a chill behind him. Chills.
"I..." Lin Zihan was suddenly stunned. He had never thought about this kind of problem before. Whether he was a paid killer or a shadow dragon, Lin Zihan just wanted to live and let the people around him live. Go down.
As for what the future world will look like, Lin Zihan has never considered it, or in other words, Lin Zihan is not interested in these things at all.
"I have never thought about it, and I will never think about it. No matter what the future holds, I just want the people around me to be safe and sound." What Lin Zihan asked for was not an extravagant wish, but to Lin Zihan, it seemed to be an extravagant wish.
"You don't have any ambitions. You have the top core, but you have no desire to dominate." Wang Yanming looked at Lin Zihan, how could he not know those fine core particles in Lin Zihan's spinal cord.
Although Su Mu was solely responsible for the research on the core of the void, it was conducted in Dihao after all. How could Wang Yanming know nothing about it?
"?!" There was great confusion written on Lin Zihan's face. The man in front of him knew not only a little bit about his situation, but everything.
"Domination? I used to be Longcheng's feared killer, the God of Death, Ye Mei, without relying on the core of Duan Nao. But now I just want to say goodbye to that past.
Rather than being alone and fearful of being remembered by the world, I would rather live a simple life with people I know, stable and comfortable, without any worries. "
Lin Zihan looked directly at Wang Yanming's cold eyes, which were like ice caves, making Lin Zihan feel the shuddering fear and tension.
But just like this, it seemed that under such coercion, Lin Zihan looked directly into his heart for the first time, what he really wanted, and who he wanted to be.
"Thank you, I seem to know what kind of person I want to be." Lin Zihan turned around and bowed respectfully to Wang Yanming.
This made Wang Yanming, who was originally calm, suddenly feel confused, and he was even more elusive about Lin Zihan's words.
"Perhaps the people who came out of the laboratory lacked love and care from the beginning!" Wang Yanming looked at Lin Zihan in front of him. Although he thought so, he still bowed to Lin Zihan politely.
Although it was not as good as Lin Zihan's 90-degree greeting, it was still the limit of Wang Yanming, an indifferent person.
"You are quite a weirdo." Wang Yanming smiled, hiding his inner embarrassment and confusion. The moment he saw Lin Zihan bending over, Wang Yanming's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Just like that afternoon, Wang Qin appeared in front of him excitedly and jumping with the painting, wanting to show off.
"Don't waste your time on useless things!"
Here is Wang Yanming, commenting on Wang Qin's painting. From beginning to end, Wang Qin just glanced at the painting, looking at the colorful colors on it, and it seemed that there were four little people painted on it.
"I'm sorry~!" Wang Qin, who was only five years old, clutched his words with one hand, put the other hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully and distantly to his father.
Since then, Wang Qin really seemed to have changed. The books he read were no longer messy comics, but books like those on his father's bookshelf.
The painting never appeared, and the box of paintbrushes also disappeared. Even Huang Zhizong, who was following Wang Qin, had never seen where Wang Qin had put it.
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"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first!" Lin Zihan straightened up and said seriously, with an understatement, although Lin Zihan still had doubts about the middle-aged man in front of him.
But so what, since he didn't take action against her, and she didn't need to worry about it, maybe the meeting between the two was just a coincidence.
I just don't know if Lin Zihan will be as calm as he is today when he sees Wang Qin calling Wang Yanming his father in the future.
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After passing through a lonely wilderness area, Lin Zihan stopped in front of the deserted city.
Looking at the deserted land that has long since lost the appearance of a city, the dilapidated upstairs is full of green wall-creepers. Long vines have occupied the original gray walls, and there are green vines and moss everywhere. , Lin Zihan even had nowhere to start.
The reason why Lin Zihan chose to stop in such an abandoned city that was so desolate that it was no different from a primitive jungle was because he felt a strange energy. That energy was very similar to the energy when Lin Zihan awakened from his dragon blood.
"Come out, leave such a mark, aren't you just waiting for me?" Lin Zihan looked at the wall, graffiti seemingly casually, but Lin Zihan naturally recognized that it was the dragon pattern used by the sub-race tribe to convey messages. .
"As expected of Longzi, he is very perceptive and discovered our whereabouts so quickly." Behind the broken wall covered by long green vines, a sub-race man with a green face and red eyes slowly walked out.
He held a crude bone sword in his hand, which was engraved with dragon patterns that Lin Zihan had not learned before. It seemed to be some kind of powerful secret method, exuding a faint luster.
A long sword made of bone exuded a metallic luster, and Lin Zihan's eyes fell on the hilt.
keel?
Lin Zihan had a doubt in his heart. If what the old patriarch said were not nonsense, then the subrace people might have really taken this as an opportunity to dominate Yuanxing.
There were ancient rumors circulating among the sub-race tribes that the God of Dragon Son would lead the sub-race tribe to glory. This is why, even in extremely vicious places like the deep poisonous fog zone, the sub-race people still did not The reason for giving up belief in the Dragon Clan.
"I've never seen you!" Lin Zihan glanced at the person in front of him and was sure that he had never seen this person in the old patriarch's tribe.
"I don't belong to the lineage of the old Zangmi patriarch, so Long Zi has naturally never seen me, but..."
"Then stop talking nonsense. Why did you suddenly come to Nandu this time?" Lin Zihan interrupted the man and asked coldly and ruthlessly.
At this time, Lin Zihan seemed to be completely indifferent to, and even disgusted with, the sub-race people.
"We are here, of course, to confirm the ancient rumors and find a new foothold in Yuanxing!" The green-faced man said confidently, waving the bone sword in his hand, reflecting the red light of the sunset.
"Yuanxing is about to perish. I advise you not to step into this muddy water." Lin Zihan put his hands behind his back, glanced at the bone sword from the corner of his eye, and then said quietly.
If anyone knows Yuan Xing's future clearly, then Lin Zihan may be the only one who can.
In the black tower, Lin Zihan was taken to Luogu, where he naturally saw Yuanxing, which was about to fall to Luogu.
"..." The green-faced man froze on the spot, his face a little blue, but it didn't look obvious.
"Then we must also pursue Long Zi, so that we can be worthy of the tribe's inheritance."
Just when Lin Zihan thought that the green-faced man would argue and get angry, he found that the green-faced man knelt down in front of him with a "plop~" and kowtowed respectfully to him.
"This..." Lin Zihan glanced behind the broken wall. There were only a few to hundreds of people of the subrace. They actually walked all the way from the poisonous fog area to Nandu.
"Then put away your sharp blades and live well." Lin Zihan's hand fell on the green-faced man's shoulder, and he felt a warm force slowly pouring into his body along the palm of his hand. In an instant, It warmed the whole body.
"May I have your name?"
"Qin Lin!"
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"Calculating it now, that group of sub-race people should have met Lin Zihan. Do you think Lin Zihan will..." Wang Yanming sat in the tent and looked at the gray-robed man beside him.
"..." The man in gray robe did not reply, he just sat upright and looked at the rocks outside the camp.
The camp is located in the boulder belt of the valley, and the shape of the camp is even more mimicry, so it naturally blends in with the surroundings easily and cannot be seen at all from a height.
"You are also someone who has dealt with Lin Zihan, so you don't know him at all, right?" Wang Yanming continued to ask, and he was bound to get a result today.
"I really don't understand him. What is he thinking in his heart!" The man in gray robe could not resist Wang Yanming's questioning and finally relaxed.
