life after marriage

Walking up the mountain along the rugged path, Yan Jing felt his teeth chattering constantly.

"Is there anything special about this mountain?" Qin Jianzhi's curious voice followed behind, but Yan Jing didn't have the strength to answer.

After a while, turning a corner, a thin old horse was grazing fresh grass. It still had a bridle on it. It was a domestic horse.Yan Jing looked at it steadily, and then walked to the other side.

Seeing his firm steps, "Qin Jianzhi" couldn't help frowning in distress, and murmured: "Why are you so sharp, it's so troublesome..."

Yan Jing took out a dagger and cut off the bushes in front of him. The broken branches cut his cheek and left a bloodstain at the corner of his eye—there was an old scar there, which was not clear later, but Qin Jane loves to touch it every time she kisses.Now the scars were superimposed on it again, Yan Jing squinted, and the overflowing blood stained his vision.

Through his red vision, he saw a boulder in the distance.

The red blood spread in the soil, Yan Jing felt dizzy for a while, and almost staggered and ran over.However, when he was about to arrive, he stopped. The boulder blocked his view and he couldn't see what was behind.He was a little afraid to go up, afraid of seeing something.

What are you afraid of?What else could he be afraid of in this place?Nothing more than the blood of a bear or a goat.

So go check it out.He persuaded himself like this—but his footsteps were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't move.

"Yan Jing... let's go back, you look very bad."

"We have to go back to Moore, and it will be too late if this continues."

……

Yan Jing suppressed the throbbing pain caused by the throbbing of his temples, and turned his head to look at Qin Jian.

"...why are you looking at me like that?"

Qin Jianzhi took a step back, his face was still unflinchingly calm, and there was a very natural doubt in his calmness: "There is really something wrong with you, is it because you are still drunk?" Saying this, he stretched out his hand , wanting to touch Yan Jing's forehead with concern.

But half way through it stopped.

Qin Jianzhi lowered his head in disbelief, a cold dagger was pressed against his chest: "Yan Jing... what are you going to do?"

"Get the hell out of me before I get angry." Yan Jing lowered his head, the hair on his forehead covered his expression, but the words he spit out were piercingly cold, with ice slag on every word.

"..."

"Qin Jianzhi" raised his hand, and slowly stepped back, the smile on his face had completely disappeared, and the gloomy eyes made him look completely different from his original body.

Until he retreated more than ten meters away, Yan Jing retracted the dagger, turned around and walked around the boulder.

He almost trembled and opened his eyes, but what he saw was far beyond his expectations——

Except for the pool of blood, there was nothing on the ground, as if it appeared here out of thin air.

"That's why I said there's nothing here..."

"Qin Jianzhi" murmured that he had lost his disguise and turned back into the very delicate and weak Asian female.

Yan Jing grabbed his collar, and without the slightest bit of patience, he pressed Ya Nu to a tree beside him: "Tell me, where did Qin Jianzhi be taken?"

Ya Nu looked at him quietly, her eyes calm.

"tell me!!"

Yan Jing felt that his sanity had completely disappeared, and he wished he could immediately plunge the dagger into the body of this sub-female.

"...You tell me! He, he—" Yan Jing's throat tightened for a while, and he could hardly speak. He shook his head and asked, "Is he dead...?"

Yanu still looked at him with those eyes, and Yan Jing stared at him closely, hoping to find some news from it.But to his despair, he couldn't see anything.

I don't know how long it took, only to hear the rustling sound of the forest wind blowing through the treetops.

Looking at the almost weak eyes of the female, the Prophet stretched out his hand, covered his eyes with a soft palm, and said in a low voice, "He is dead."

"yes……"

"kindness."

Yan Jing let go of his hand, and slowly slid down against the tree.

The Prophet raised his head, the sun was shining in fragments, he squinted his eyes, and thought irresponsibly: Although he is not completely dead, there is no difference.

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If Yan Jing could keep a little calm at this time, he would find that there was a line of footprints not far away that obviously did not belong to any of them.This footprint went all the way, and finally stopped abruptly in a certain depression, and then there was no trace.

At this time, the owner of this line of footprints was lowering his head with great interest, looking at the person lying in the glass coffin.

"It took me so long and so much effort to find you for so many years. I thought it would be the biggest regret in my life." He stretched out his hand and traced the words carefully on the coffin. He said, with a gentle voice, like a father treating a child, "But God bless, I finally found you. Although the process was difficult, everything was worth it."

The face of the owner of the voice is reflected on the transparent crystal.Behind the glasses, a pair of emerald green eyes shone with astonishing brightness.

"Congratulations Doctor, finally found the 'child'."

The assistant in a white robe stepped forward, with no emotion on his plain face, and lowered his head to mechanically report the condition of the person in the coffin: "The bullet directly passed through the heart and caused the muscles to tear, but the body has a recovery ability that is several times higher than normal. As long as you use the machine to maintain basic breathing, you can fully recover after ten days."

"Of course." The doctor looked at his child proudly, "He is the greatest masterpiece of my life!"

He turned his head again, looked at the assistant, and said with a little disgust: "It's not the same as your cheap mass reproduction."

The assistant pushed the glasses flatly, without any touch on the face exactly like the doctor's, and just said: "After all, I am just your copy."

"But it's different now!" The doctor looked at the man in the coffin obsessively, his voice was full of excitement and strength, "With him, I can have everything!"

Crazy laughter echoed throughout the airframe, and the helicopter painted with the national flag of Mitt carried the laughter all the way to the sky.

When it disappeared into the horizon, a USB flash drive that had been placed in the Moore military center was finally opened at this moment after being deciphered by a supercomputer for several months.

The researcher with a happy face quickly opened the file. After the initial excitement passed, his face was gradually shrouded in shock and haze.

"Clone... people?"

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History is extremely interesting. Countless causes and effects are intertwined under the impetus of man-made and divine will. When they reach a certain special node, there will be a violent chemical reaction. No one knows the result of this reaction. A brighter future is still heading towards the darkness of sinking.

But people in it often don't feel the turmoil in the short-term tranquility.

Qin Jian is right now, so is Yan Jing.

"You have to come back to Moore with me."

Yan Jing lowered his head and did not respond to the prophet's words.

The Prophet sighed: "This is what I promised Qin Jianzhi."

"...Let him do it himself."

"You don't seem like someone who would evade reality." The Prophet squatted down helplessly, he raised Yan Jing's face, thought about it, and decided to tell the other party a little harmless future.

"Suppose I said that the country of Mitt will launch a military aggression against Moore in half a month?"

"..."

"Qin Jianzhi's family is still there. If you don't care, they will die."

Those eyes finally regained a little sanity, and Yayu nodded in satisfaction. As for who Yan Jing will see on the battlefield, and how he will react...

That kind of scene, just leave it to yourself as a little fun~

The author has something to say: Do you still remember the doctor you met when you wiped out the pirates...

In addition, in fact, sweet things can no longer be written. Considering that writing again is water injection, Mushroom still deleted the sweet cakes that I got up early in the morning to write.

So, you still look forward to the extra episode ＿(:зゝ∠)＿