The war was over, and the chaotic city became extremely quiet. There were no vendors setting up stalls on the streets, and the shops were closed. The pedestrians came and went in a hurry without stopping at all. Except for the shouts of wild cats and dogs competing for food, the whole street was extremely quiet.

The shadow of death still lingers over the city, and people have not yet gotten out of the pain. Although everything is over, the trauma brought by the war takes a long time to recover. [bsp;   According to statistics, in this small-scale war, more than 2,000 people died in China City. Since the establishment of the Doomsday Catastrophe, the number of people who died in more than 10 people has never died once.

The martial arts association also suffered serious losses. Lu Linwei, the third brigade, only one brigade leader was left, and all the others died. More than 100 martial arts soldiers died, and the heavenly level soldiers also lost three.

In order to protect important things, people do not hesitate to fight for their lives. Among these dead, many have dreams and unfulfilled wishes. However, they still ignore themselves and fight for their lives to protect their parents, brothers, friends and lovers. They have gained recognition and have no regrets in their deaths.

What they deserve is the most precious thing. People always want to die, it depends on whether the death is valuable. Death will bring pain, hatred and gaps to people, but death can also condense people's trust and inspire people's ambitions and courage.

Some people die but it is not over. They leave many precious things to future generations, and death is more valuable than living.

Walking on the street, Xiao Fan saw many people wearing white fathers. They lowered their heads, looked painful on their faces, and were crying "whimper".

Their relatives, friends or lovers died in this incident, leaving them pain and sorrow. In their eyes, Xiao Fan saw something shining, which was tears, and perhaps a kind of determination.

Xiao Fan understood a lot of things on their faces. Although he didn't understand them all, as time went by, he thought that he would always understand those shining eyes.

"Bang!"

Something dripped on Xiao Fan's face. He reached out to touch it, as wet as tears. He raised his head to look at the sky. A dark cloud covered the sky, as if he felt the sadness in people's hearts, and the sky became dark.

"Let's go down, I hope the rain can wash away the unhappiness in people's hearts and take away those painful things." Xiao Fan murmured to himself as he looked at the sky.

"Smack--"

The shiny raindrops fell down and hit Xiao Fan's face, with a cold and fresh atmosphere. The rain became heavier and heavier, and the places stained with blood on the street gradually became clean, and all the dirt disappeared bit by bit, and the sadness in my heart slowly left with the rain flowing away.

"Teacher Hongbo, are you watching from the sky? Am I doing well?" Let Yushui hit her face with a smile. Xiao Fan stood on the street. The rain mixed with tears, tilted down from her cheeks, and a rustling thing in her mouth, which was very bitter.

Since Hongbo's death, the pain that Xiao Fan suppressed in his heart has never erupted. Even if he killed Liao Kai, it could no longer make up for the pain in his heart. Today, seeing all the sad expressions, the things he had been hiding in the corner of his heart were hooked out, and he vented all the things he had rushed away in the heavy rain.

It was raining heavily, and the ground gathered into a small river. The destroyed buildings on the streets have almost been repaired and the ground has been cleaned. Only the blood of monsters or humans is still left on the ground one by one. Now they are washed away by the rain, as if they have been washed. Whether it is buildings or people standing on the street, they feel a fresh air coming towards them. Over the past few days, the strong smell of blood that has covered the streets has finally disappeared, and people's hearts have become clear.

It will always pass, and no matter what it is, it will pass.

"call--"

He raised his head and opened his mouth. Xiao Fan exhaled suddenly, as if all the sadness pressed against his heart was exhaled. He used a lot of effort to know that he felt a little lack of oxygen, so he stopped.

A wiping rain on his face raised his head and showed a smile, "Come on Xiao Fan!"

The dark clouds flowed, a light shone from the sky, covering the entire city, the raindrops gradually became smaller, and then stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, a golden sun hung in the sky, and a warm temperature enveloped the heart, as if the care of family members and the care of friends.

"It's clear." Xiao Fan grinned, "I was wet with rain, and all the dust deposited in my heart was washed away, and I felt relaxed."

"Ahha--" He raised his hands and stretched his waist. His clothes were tightly tied to his body, making him unable to stretch his arms straight, but the joy in his heart could not be stopped, and he jumped up happily.

At this time, a colorful rainbow bridge appeared in the sky, with seven colors, colorful and beautiful.

"How long have I seen the rainbow? Haha! So beautiful." Xiao Fan raised his head and chuckled, his face spreading slightly like a blooming flower. His lips were slightly opened and he vomited a few: "Hugo should be clear, so you should cherish it if you know it hurts. Hugo will always be clear!"——" A lyrics of the line Xiao Fan didn't know it was singing in the song of the song. In short, he felt very old, but he liked it very much. He only heard it once and kept it in his heart.

"It's time to go back, the sky is clear, everything is over." Xiao Fan suddenly ran happily, his speed getting faster and faster, and in the end he was simply a ball of light and shadow moving.

"Ha ha!"

A refreshing laughter came from Xiao Fan's mouth, and the light and shadow flashed rapidly. Wearing wet clothes on his body, as he ran, the water droplets were thrown out, the speed was getting faster and faster, and more and more water droplets were thrown out. In addition, the strong wind was flying around him, and the wet clothes were blown dry.

"Xiao Fan, where have you been going? Come and have a meal." As soon as I returned to the hospital, I saw my anxious father Xiao Jianguo. During this period, Xiao Fan was injured and had been healing at the China City Martial Arts Association Hospital.

Even though he was injured, Xiao Fan did not delay his training. Now, in addition to exercising his body, he also had to practice the Phantom Sword Technique every day. After the martial arts conference, he had purchased the fourth section of the Phantom Sword Technique and is now working hard to practice.

The power of the universe is constantly increasing, and the changes in the body cells are getting bigger and bigger, and even the bone marrow has qualitative changes. The skin looks like a newborn baby, white and tender, but the cell vitality and toughness are stronger than those of monsters. The power of the universe is penetrated into the cells, and even the A-level battle knife cannot cut the skin.

Every time Xiao Fan practices the source power of the universe, countless white lights will surround him, constantly melting into his skin, like water, making the cells more energetic and tougher. With this period of practice, Xiao Fan was surprised to find that as long as he exerts force and gathers all his strength at one point, countless faint white lights will emerge from the pores, forming a gauze-like light cover that covers the skin. The faint light is very magical and has a very powerful destructive power.

Once, for the power of the white gauze dress, Xiao Fan condensed all his power on his right hand, and then his right hand was like wearing a shiny glove, covering it with a hazy white light, faintly like flames, flowing continuously. Xiao Fan raised his right hand and cut it towards an A-level weapon. A magical thing happened. With a "click", the weapon forged in bronze alloy was actually cut off by his pitcher.

It was almost dark when I had dinner. After my parents packed up the tableware, they went to the hotel. Xiao Fan took him alone in the ward. As time went by, the days of going to the No. 9 ruins were getting closer and closer. I was very excited. I didn't know what the No. 9 ruins suddenly appeared. However, people are always curious about unknown things, and Xiao Fan is no exception.

However, I couldn't help but feel a little more disappointed when I thought it might be long and I wouldn't be able to meet my family for a long time.

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The wilderness area of ​​the Chang'an District Base Camp.

Under the gray night, three figures moved forward in the hazy moonlight. They were wearing camouflage combat uniforms and were all wearing baseball caps. The brim of the hat was very long, and their faces were blocked under the shadow, revealing a firm outline. Among the three figures, the person in charge had a big box on his back, which occupied almost half of his body. The box was painted black and had a weird look.
Chapter completed!