mayfly era

A trace of coldness fell on his face, Fan Ge opened his eyes, and drops of water dripped into his mouth. It was sour and bitter, with a faint smell of chemical industry, but after purification, it could be sold as water resources.

Counter Ge slowly sat up, the special medicine took effect, and his strength recovered a little.

He took off his coat and covered Young Master Mei's body.

Fan Ge sat cross-legged, put his palms together, and used a very short mercy mantra to save Master Mei from rebirth.

He pondered for a long time why Young Master Mei wanted to help Que He, and then he realized that what Young Master Mei wanted was not only the opportunity to burn the sky in public, he also wanted to hook the counter-revolutionary into his own knife.

And once the counter-reformation targets the upper-class families like the merchants, there will be no turning back, and it is a doomed road to death.

In this way, Young Master Mei can reap the benefits.

But the counter-revolutionary is not a boy in his twenties. Even though he hates this old era, he also knows that this is a society that has been formed for hundreds of years. No matter which beam you start from, the end will be the same. Yes - the house will collapse, and the rubble will kill countless innocent people below.

Young Master Mei has probably never met any good people in his life, so what he hates are not only the upper-class pigs and dogs who are superior but do their best to do dirty things, but also the lower-class ants who have been tamed into desire machines by this era.

He was never on one side, all he wanted was to mess things up and make everyone miserable.

The brim of the hat kept dripping rainwater, and the rain unexpectedly grew louder without a sound.Fan Ge sighed, put his hands on his knees, and tapped lightly.

His voice was swallowed repeatedly by the sound of rain and became indistinct.

"Everyone in this world has passively chosen to come here."

"No one is born sinful, but to convict a group is to define them as sinful by birth."

"All I know is that war is sinful."

"Those who continue to wage wars for profit are also guilty."

"So I'm back and everything is within my range."

He seemed to be talking to Master Mei's corpse, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

A low light came on in the distance, he squinted his eyes and guessed, was it the marshal's person or the rc's person?But no matter which side it is, he is not worried. He has already written the ending, and even the marshal cannot criticize him.But if it's someone from rc, it will be less bitter.

"Boss!" came Daxue's hoarse voice.

Fan Ge laughed, he raised his hand, and patted the ground beside him forcefully.

The glazed light in the quiet courtyard is rare and lively.

"You sent us away just to go to perform the task alone?" Yan Qiang folded his arms and looked down at the counter-revolutionary on the treatment bed.

"What's wrong with reading more books, you illiterate."

"You taught me that I am illiterate, why don't you reflect on yourself first?"

"..."

When the counter-revolutionary was trying to think about how to fight back, Zhu Qingyuan opened the door and walked in. Instead of wearing the doctor's white clothes, he wore a blue linen shirt, which made his temperament even colder and aloof, repelling others for thousands of miles. outside like.

"You go out." Counter Ge said to the pipe.

"Ouch..." Yan Qiang's voice was yin and yang, and the two words turned three times.

"Get out, get out of here."

"Well, how dare I disturb you..."

"Don't force me to get up and beat you." Fan Ge squeezed the bones of his hands with a clang, as if they were ten steel bars.

Smoker hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and he didn't dare to disturb their boss "a moment of spring night" even if he lent him nine lives.

Zhu Qingyuan looked at the numbers on the instrument, intelligent calculations and his medical experience confirmed that the injury of the counter revolution would not be serious, so he moved the translucent windshield to the side.

"You are very suitable to wear cyan." Fan Ge praised.

"You are also very suitable for lying on the bed, stop." Zhu Qingyuan said angrily.

The only two sets of white clothes he had were spattered with blood from the leather, and they had just been washed and were drying, so he could only wear casual clothes.

"Don't you take this opportunity to collect some of my blood samples for research?" Fan Ge said with a smile.

"I know you are rare blood, don't emphasize it anymore, I'm ready to steal your blood and sell it for money, be careful, don't close your eyes at night." Zhu Qingyuan stood beside the counter-revolutionary bed with a smile that was not a smile .

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you." Fan Ge smiled casually, his face was pale due to excessive blood loss and the big hole in his abdomen, some older men will lose their handsomeness if their complexion is bad.

"Can you sleep well if you don't stop the pain?" Although Zhu Qingyuan's tone was not good, he could hear the worry in his words.

"Anesthetics for paralysis can damage the brain." Fan Ge said flatly.

"Severe pain hurts the nerves." Zhu Qingyuan sneered.

"I can bear it, to this extent."

"Whatever you want, don't come begging me to call you in the middle of the night." Zhu Qingyuan turned to leave.

Fan Ge laughed and said briskly, "I was waiting for you to steal blood in the middle of the night."

Zhu Qingyuan walked to the door and ran into a man who looked like a tower. Zhu Qingyuan was not short, but this man was two heads taller than him.

Although Liuliguang usually just closed the door and was mistakenly entered by countless pilgrims, it was the first one to enter the room in a grand manner.

"Sir, worshiping the King of Medicine is in the main hall, and no incense money is charged. I can take you there now." Facing such a giant, Zhu Qingyuan was still calm and composed.

"I'm here to see my old friend." Not only was the man extremely tall, but his voice was also extremely low, like the rumble of thunder.

Zhu Qingyuan glanced back at the counter-revolutionary who was hiding behind the windshield, "Who are you?"

"I'm his old friend." The man didn't report his family.

"Whose old friend are you?" Zhu Qingyuan said in a bad tone.

"The man lying inside." The man's voice was like thunder, making Zhu Qingyuan's eardrums go numb.

"Qingyuan, let him in." The voice of the counter-revolution came from the room, and it sounded a little weaker than before.

Zhu Qingyuan wondered what yin and yang drama this master was singing again, but he still let the man enter the house sideways. He waited at the door for a while, but without any instructions, he stepped out of the threshold and closed the door behind him.

——There is nothing to worry about, anyway, Rebellion will not be so stupid as to lure wolves into the house.

Men are too tall, and their movements are not so dexterous, and the same is true for Bishamon, but the strength that does not hinder them is still terrifying.

The muscles of Bishamon's body are like iron mounds. The muscles are too developed and there is no clear muscle dividing line, especially the abdomen, which is very hard, almost no different from a bulletproof plate.

The man's stride frequency was not high, but his stride was extremely long, and within three or four strides he was already standing in front of the counter-revolutionary's bed.

He was as tall as a turret and as wide as a defensive dam. Standing beside the bed, a large black shadow covered the counter-revolutionary body.

Fan Ge raised his hand and pointed to the swivel chair beside him, "You can move it here and sit on it yourself."

The man turned his head and glanced at the swivel chair, then shook his head, "It will be collapsed by me."

"Why don't you worry about trampling my land down?"

The man didn't speak. There was only a thin layer of hair on top of his head, which was much larger than ordinary people. Few people would shave such green skin nowadays, unless they were recruits or new prisoners.

He didn't speak, so naturally he wouldn't take the initiative to chat, the two of them stood and lay down, silent at the same time.Even though the swords were not on the verge of breaking out, the terrifying deterrent power of each made the atmosphere in the room drop to freezing point.

In the end, the uninvited man was the first to break the stalemate, "You are my brother's colleague, that is, my elder, I should stand."

"You still have the face to mention your brother." Fan Ge said coldly.

"I'm a ghetto guy who has to be untainted if he wants to get promoted."

"In order to be promoted, can he be left anonymous and die in a foreign land?"

"He abandoned me first."

"When he was alive, he remitted money to you every year, overseas accounts, isn't this a stain in your system? Or, you just bought channels with this money."

The man was silent for a while, "I'm really sorry for him, but I don't think he will care about that page of tombstone, and I need a promotion."

"Of course he doesn't care, but you're an asshole."

The man nodded, without the slightest sign of resistance, "Yes, I'm an asshole, I'm sorry for him."

Counter-revolutionary didn't want to continue wrangling with this man, he felt angry when he saw this face, when he met him at the meeting last time, he had the urge to go up and cut people, today the man's words made his stomach hurt even more.

"Tell me, Marshal Cong asked you to bring me something."

"The marshal said that in order to celebrate the success of the mission, he would like to buy you a drink on the reunion day."

"Why should I be reunited with him?" Fan Ge frowned. The perverted old man had a lot of family members who were not reunited, so why did he choose this day.

"The marshal said so, so I will convey it."

Fan Ge sneered, "Heh, this is the promotion you got in exchange for the disrespect of your six relatives, and you are treated like a dog."

"For people like us, a dog that can be a marshal is already envied by everyone." The man was never angered by the sharp rhetoric of the counter-revolutionary.

His appearance is obviously similar to that of "God of War Odin", but it is like a piece of wood, stiffened into the core.

Without that flamboyance, even the extremely similar faces did not feel familiar at all. Rebel was angry, and he felt that the sacrifice of "God of War Odin" was not worth it.That bold man is the strongest supporter of the anti-revolutionary "recruitment plan", and he even condescended to join the gang, just because he wanted to go home, to the central city.

He said that he still has a younger brother who is waiting for him to come home. His younger brother has lost his mother and is alone, so he is worried.

But his younger brother saw his whole life, his struggle, his blood, his death that way.He takes pleasure in being a running dog of the upper class.

Counter-revolutionary felt chilled, but helpless.

"You go, go back and tell your master, on the reunion festival, I will treat him to tea at Snow Palm." Fan Ge didn't want to look at this man again, and closed his eyes in disgust.

The man was still standing there, refusing to leave. He lowered his head, leaving only green skin with many light scars on his scalp. If you look carefully, there are also thin flesh-colored ridges on his face, like whips. trace.

"Let's go, kid." Fan Ge sighed and raised his hand.

What's the point of pursuing a hateful poor man.

"I miss him very much, but I don't remember... what he looks like." The man's voice was like thunder, as if it was going to rain in the next second, pouring rain.

"You look a lot like him, but he's much more handsome than you."

The man actually showed a very shy smile, "My mother said the same."

"Let's go." Fan Ge raised his chin.

"Please take care." The man bowed slightly, then turned and left.

After the man left, Fan Ge pressed his forehead, and there was a dull pain there, like an insect stopped there and kept flapping its wings.

He knew that he didn't have a moment's time to breathe. The death of Young Master Mei and the still unknown power would undoubtedly cause a lot of changes.

But he must be sober, he must be thorough, he cannot make mistakes,