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On the day before leaving, Cocolia took his hand to the corner of the city wall and secretly stuffed him with some warm steamed buns. When she took them out of her arms, the steamed buns were as warm as There were several small stoves. When no one was paying attention, she stuffed the buns into Jiang Fan's arms. Then she patted him on the shoulder with a cunning smile and said:

"You don't know yet? It is said that there was no food when you were being tested in Everwinter Ridge. Those silver-maned iron guards just escorted you to the altar, and then left you alone there. Then There is no one to bring you food at that time. No, I hid the steamed buns well. It will be enough for you to eat. If there are any more, they will be exposed. They will definitely find out if they are bulging. Although this steamed bun is not as good as my red date porridge. , but I still have to do it...well...I bought it from Fortes' store!"

At this time, the silver-maned iron guard who was responsible for escorting came to them and said respectfully that it was time to set off. Cocolia then patted him on the shoulder, then threw herself into his arms and took a deep breath. Then she pushed him away gently with satisfaction, a smile on her face.

Jiang Fan stared at her blankly, feeling the warmth of the steamed bun in his arms, and said out of nowhere, 'I still want to drink your red date porridge. ’ In fact, the red date porridge was very unpleasant and bitter, just like the red dates in the red date porridge were bitter melon. But at that time, he just wanted to take a sip of the red date porridge, maybe it was some kind of sustenance.

It turned out to be exactly what Cocolia said later. The silver-maned iron guard just escorted him to the altar on the top of the mountain, and then left in style, without leaving even half a mouthful of dry food. He doubted that the teacher had ever been here. Sometimes I rely on snow to satisfy my hunger.

The altar was empty, and it seemed like there was only snow left in the whole world. The feeling of loneliness and loneliness suddenly emerged. When I was hungry, I ate a steamed bun. Although the steamed bun was as frozen as potatoes in the next few days, at least it was It is also a ration to satisfy hunger. When you are thirsty, you will pick up a pile of snow and stuff it into your mouth. Holding it in your mouth, the snow will turn into water in your mouth, which is ice cold.

Until the last day of his return journey, he was leaning in the corner of the altar with his eyes closed and meditating. There was only the sound of the howling wind in his ears. The whole world was extremely quiet. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of fighting faintly coming from the steps of the altar. Come, he opened his eyes and felt surprised, wondering if the Silver-maned Iron Guard had come early to take him back to Beloberg?

He followed the sound down, and the sound of fighting became more and more intense. He quickened his pace and started to trot, but when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he froze.

The person who was forced into the depths of the snow by the world-splitting creature was not the silver-maned iron guard, nor the people who came to take him back. It was Cocolia, who was holding something in her arms tightly, scarlet blood. The wound on her arm dripped down onto the snow, like rose petals blooming on the white snow, with stubbornness on her beautiful face.

Jiang Fan suddenly jumped up and rushed over hysterically. At that time, he was more angry than ever before, as if the fire in his chest was completely ignited. He had never been so violent in a moment, like a furious lion.

After everything fell silent, Jiang Fan turned around and looked at her silently. Without a word, he tore off the fabric of his robe and wrapped it around Cocolia's scratched arm. The expression on his face was frighteningly dull.

"Hey... the red date porridge is still warm... why are you so fierce..." Cocolia pouted and handed the thermos bucket in her arms to Jiang Fan with an aggrieved expression on her face.

Jiang Fan suddenly fell silent when he looked at those beautiful and white hands that were red from the cold, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. Belloberg is more than dozens of kilometers away from Yongdong Ridge. To get here, It is necessary to cross the Iron Guard restricted area and the reverberation corridor. The difficulty and distance of the journey are almost beyond ordinary people's imagination. Even the Iron Guard who have been trained all year round can hardly walk. The world-splitting creatures everywhere are the natural barrier of Everwinter Ridge.

He took the red date porridge and placed it on the snow. He took off Cocolia's boots regardless of her obstruction. Those beautiful feet were already red and swollen from the cold. Cocolia lowered her head as if she had done something wrong. A child, but Jiang Fan just remained silent, his hot tears falling on Cocolia's ankles and sliding into the snow.

It was the warmest and most delicious red date porridge he had ever tasted in his life. He drank it with tears streaming down his nose and into his mouth. The red date porridge was mixed with the salty taste of tears. He would never forget it. No, just a casual word before leaving made Cocolia cross the restricted area and the echoing corridor, risking being attacked and killed by world-splitting creatures just to deliver him a bucket of red date porridge...

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"How dare you! How dare you!!"

Even the robot, which has no emotions and does not know what fear is, is trembling. His breath is everywhere, and the overwhelming anger and majesty seem to be hovering in the mining area.

Jiang Fan looked at Onais coldly, golden light bursting out from the depths of his black eyes. He put the sky fire on the top of Onais' head, and the scalding heat wave swept among the veins.

It's back, the unspeakable anger that dominates the world is back, a ferocious look appears, and a violent light shines in his eyes.

"Lord Great Guardian, I do not recommend that you kill him. According to calculations, it is more beneficial to Lord Cocolia if you keep him." Swaro's red compound eyes glanced at Onais, his voice low.

Onais was already on the verge of a mental breakdown. He had never felt that Swaro was so handsome. He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. His head was knocked out and the blood stained the ground red. He didn't dare Stopping, he was afraid of death, and that majestic aura made him feel like he was falling into hell.

Jiang Fan was silent, the violence in his pupils slowly dissipated, and the tsunami-like majesty gradually sank into the sea water. Onais pressed his head firmly against the ground, and his clothes were already soaked. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth that was about to survive the disaster, but in the next second, blazing flames raged, and a monstrous heat wave swept through the entire mining area.

Everyone stared blankly at Jiang Fan. In front of him were the flames soaring into the sky, and the strong wind coming from nowhere lifted up his robe.

Xing squinted his eyes and looked straight at Jiang Fan's back. After a long time, he stretched out his elbow to poke March Qi and lowered his voice: "So...it wasn't me they worshiped just now?"

March 7 glanced at her: "Your reaction arc is a bit long."

Chapter 48 As if meeting for the first time

A small wooden sign announcing the suspension of business was unusually hung outside the door of Natasha's clinic. Standing outside the door, you could only hear the lively noises in the room and bursts of hurried footsteps. If you didn't open the door to take a look, , but the scene vaguely visible through the door glass is really like Zhu Bajie putting on a blindfold to catch his wife.

However, Jiang Fan felt that this was not much different from Zhu Bajie catching his wife. The only difference was that Zhu Bajie was a girl, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was more slutty.

The tables and chairs in the clinic have been moved to the corner of the wall, and all the bottles and jars of medicine have been packed up and neatly put into boxes. The entire clinic looks empty except for someone who is blindfolded and has his mouth open. With a malicious smile on his face, he was listening to the sound to identify his location, ready to catch him accurately.

"Hey, oh, oh, my Clara, where are you?" Xing chuckled, while his hands kept groping around.

March Qi, Clara and the others held their breath and moved carefully, trying not to make any noise in case they were thrown to the ground by Xing with a wanton smile on his lips.

In this game, Clara has a natural advantage, that is, she does not wear shoes, and the sound when she walks is reduced to a minimum. On the other hand, March 7 and Hook can only walk carefully on tiptoes, like heads. A soldier wearing a steel helmet crossing a minefield.

At this time, Xing's ears twitched slightly, and she suddenly stepped forward and rushed towards a certain place, like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, with the determination to rush towards the trash can. As expected, her attack this time was fruitful.

Xing excitedly lifted his blindfold and looked at Clara and March Qi, who were pressed under him, laughing and raising and lowering their hands like the ancient King Zhou, showing the expressions of their beloved concubines.

"Ouch~ It's so itchy!" Clara bit her lip lightly, showing a pitiful expression. It was really Xing's hand that kept lingering near her itchy flesh, touching her so hard that she couldn't hold it in even if she wanted to.

March 7 looked at the stars with expressionless eyes, because although this guy was pressing on her and Clara, he raised and lowered his hands specifically towards Clara without even touching her.

When Xing was about to say that the king would not go to court early in the future, a dark shadow suddenly enveloped them, and then a serious and cold aura filled the air, as if something was staring closely at them.

Xinghe Sanyueqi raised his head subconsciously, only to see bright red light flashing in the sky.

"Leave Clara alone."

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"Swaro, do you still have information about me in your memory bank?" Jiang Fan blew the hot air of the tea gently, raised his head and looked at Swaro. He was too lazy to talk to the two guys who were seduced by Clara.

"Yes, my original memory module was forcibly deleted by some force, but the deletion was not complete. It was Master Cocolia who reactivated my deep-seated template." Swaro's eyes She moved away from Clara, but she still had to glance over from time to time.

"Kokolia...was she the one who put you into the lower area?" Jiang Fan took a sip of tea and his tone became gentle.

"Yes, Master Cocolia entered a new command for me. My task is to protect the lower area and take care of the mines in the lower area." Swaro nodded.

"So she had expected such a day?" Jiang Fan said softly.

"Yes, during your reign, you caused dissatisfaction among the nobles by aiding the lower districts. Lord Cocolia wanted to prevent the nobles from starting riots in the lower districts and controlling the mining areas, so I was put down." Swaro responded.

"If you are brave and resourceful, it turns out that those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black." Jiang Fan sighed quietly.

"I need to report to you about the current situation in the lower area. The total amount of mineral veins in the lower area is decreasing day by day. Even the giant mineral vein discovered this time can only solve the urgent need. According to my calculations, Beloberg's survival time is in 2 About a year, with a maximum deviation of three months." Swaro said solemnly.

"What if the cold wave can subside?" Jiang Fan rubbed the surface of the tea cup thoughtfully.

"Recalculating... Belloberg's survival probability after the cold wave recedes is 80%. Although the cold wave recedes, Belloberg will still need time to recover, including various unstable factors." Swaro's red compound eyes flashed.

Jiang Fan refilled a cup of black tea for himself and drank it in small sips. The room was quiet for a while, except for Xing's obscene laughter and pinching Clara's face.

March 7 was holding up the camera and taking pictures. Dan Heng still had the same expression, sitting in the corner drinking tea. Swaro turned his head again, staring at the star with his red compound eyes.

The cold wave problem is actually the best to solve. It's just a star core. It's not difficult to destroy it. But Swallow is right. The real test for Beloberg will be after solving the cold wave. He and Coco Leah cannot protect this city forever, and there are countless problems that need to be solved in the future. Simply eliminating the barriers between the residents on the upper and lower floors is an important issue.

And he had more problems to solve, including Sylva, Jeppard, Xi'er, and...his parents. He also wanted to ask about Sylva's meaningful kiss, which he still remembers so well. , as if it happened yesterday, it still teased his heartstrings.

"It's still a long time, you don't need to be impatient, just take your time." Natasha placed a plate of mung bean cake on the table in front of Jiang Fan and sat down next to him.

"Well, I'm too impatient and always want to solve all problems quickly. Thank you, Nata." Jiang Fan took a deep breath, picked up the mung bean cake and put it in his mouth.

"No need to thank me, do you remember what I once said?" Natasha shook her head and chuckled.

"Of course, how could I forget." Jiang Fan nodded.

"So you don't need to thank me. On the contrary, we need to thank you for your efforts for Beloberg... right?" Natasha gently held Jiang Fan's hand, her smile still so gentle, Like an understanding wife.

Jiang Fan ate the mung bean cake in silence. He didn't know how to answer. Could he say, 'Don't work hard and serve the people?' ’

Natasha quietly let go of Jiang Fan's hand, and suddenly felt that she was seeing the Jiang Fan again. At that time, he did not have that kind of majesty and domineering, nor was he a high-ranking guardian. His pupils were as black as jet. It is so clear that it can reflect the blue sea and sky, making you want to stare into his eyes, where the shadow of the entire city is reflected.

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Chapter 49 What’s stopping you

It was 7 o'clock in the morning, and it was still dark outside the window. The dim yellow halo of the street lamp shone into the room through the gauze curtains. The clinic was quiet, with only a few gentle and even breathing sounds.

Jiang Fan opened his sleepy eyes. It was quiet in the room. He turned his head to one side. The sheet Dan Heng had slept on was flat and smooth, with no wrinkles at all. As for March Qi and Xing, they were still huddled together and napping. There was a slight snoring, and Natasha and Clara disappeared.

Dan Heng woke up early as he expected. His daily morning practice of marksmanship was almost unbeatable, but he didn't know about Natasha and Clara. They must have gone to prepare breakfast, right?

He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and suddenly felt a little emotional in his heart. He thought that he used to be a person who danced to the sound of chickens and got up at dawn, but what he practiced was not guns or Tai Chi, but holding a gun in his mouth. Holding bread, eggs and milk in her schoolbag, she rode her bicycle to school like a Hot Wheels, just to complete her homework and avoid being nagged by the teacher.

While Jiang Fan was thinking wildly, a high-pitched wake-up call suddenly sounded, and the melodious sound of the trumpet suddenly floated in the quiet room. March Qi's brows instantly frowned, and he subconsciously covered his ears with his hands.

Jiang Fan sat up from the bed expressionlessly and walked to Xing's pillow. He turned off the alarm on her mobile phone in front of her bedside. Xing, who was sweating and looking like a dead pig, suddenly had the urge to blow the phone on her face.

This feeling seemed to take him back to his college days. At that time, there was a roommate in the dormitory who was like this. His mobile phone alarm was always 6:50 every day, but this alarming alarm never woke him up. , they were turned upside down by this alarm ringtone, which made people want to smash him. The key is that the ringtone of this guy's cell phone is very earthy. It's either the most dazzling ethnic style or the drunken butterfly. They all belong to That kind of square dance area type.

Jiang Fan tugged at the corner of his mouth, but in the end he did not put the phone in Xing's face, but placed it on the medicine cabinet next to his pillow. When he opened the door and walked out, he pulled up the quilt for them to cover it. The great spring sunshine is revealed.

The moment he opened the door, the faint smell of rust rushed into his nostrils. Panyan Town was built underground, so there was no sunlight or too much air circulation. This smell of rust always permeated the town and never dissipated. , even if there are green potted plants planted in some places, it will not help. After all, the wrist cannot twist the thigh.

In the large open space in front of the clinic, Dan Heng waved his hands to hit the clouds in a graceful and elegant manner. Swaro squatted behind Clara and combed her hair. Natasha was not here and she didn't know what she was doing.

Residents nearby were applauding excitedly, shouting something like, 'Little cold-faced green dragon, we will always support you' or 'Qingbao can fly with confidence, and the dragon powder will always be with you'.

The door creaked open, and Clara subconsciously turned her head to look over, with a hint of surprise in her pupils. She walked down the stairs, stopped in front of Jiang Fan and greeted him with a waxy nod: "Jiang Brother Fan, good morning."

"Good morning, Clara, where is sister Natasha?" Jiang Fan gently put his hand on Clara's head and messed up the hair that Shivaro had just combed for her.

"Sister Natasha went to prepare breakfast for Brother Jiang Fan, and Clara was waiting for Hook. Hook said that the Mole Party was going to play hide-and-seek together, but Clara didn't seem to know what hide-and-seek was..." Clara nibbled He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes like a kitten being stroked.

Shivaro sat silently on the steps, with the comb put aside. His red compound eyes looked up and down at Jiang Fan and Clara. There was actually no one in the huge database that matched what he was thinking now.

"Hook? Has that girl made an appointment with you?" Jiang Fan pinched Clara's little face, and his eyes stayed on her bare white feet, "Where are the shoes I bought for you yesterday? Why are they still bare? Feet?"

"Well... Clara likes those shoes very much, but Clara is not used to wearing shoes, so she always hurts her feet, so she put the shoes away." Clara lowered her head and looked at her feet without shoes and said softly .

"Some things just have to get used to slowly, Clara. You can't escape them, you have to face them head-on. That's the only way to solve the problem." Jiang Fan said earnestly.

At this time, the sound of boots stepping on the ground came from far away, and the fragrant wind carried the strong smell of coffee and sandwiches floating around Jiang Fan.

"These big principles of yours should be reserved for talking to Cocolia or Jeppard, instead of talking to Clara, our great guardian." Natasha handed the steaming coffee to Jiang Fan , and a sandwich on the silver tray.

"I am no longer the Great Guardian. I have retired honorably a long time ago." Jiang Fan took the coffee and took a sip, his eyes falling thoughtfully on the sandwich on the silver tray, "I think you can teach me when you have time." When I taught Sylva how to make a sandwich, she clearly put the labeled ingredients and seasonings in every step, but I don’t know why the taste is hard to describe.”

"Siluvana's hands can even repair a precise marrow watch. Just cooking according to the recipe shouldn't be a problem for her, right?" Natasha wondered.

"You overestimate her. Having a pair of dexterous hands does not mean that cooking is not difficult for her. Strangely enough...she never cooks when she is at home alone, but as long as I am at home, she is very If you want to show off your talents, you can't wait to have a full banquet. Do you know why Jeppard was able to set a record of living in the military camp for 4 consecutive months?" Jiang Fan suddenly asked.

"Huh? Because of Sylva?" Natasha nodded slightly.

"Well, during that time, my parents returned to live in the old house on the corner of the street. There were only me, Siluva, Jeppard, and Seele at home. That period happened to be the time when Siluva was most interested in cooking. Almost every night They all cook in different ways, but for some reason, she never tastes it herself before putting it out of the pot, and confidently puts it on the table for us to taste and express our opinions." Jiang Fan shrugged.

"and then?"

"What can we say? Jeppard just frowned and said that this dish seemed salty. From then on, Jeppard had that same dish for breakfast every day when he woke up and for dinner when he got home. It was not bland. The taste is so salty that it can kill you." Jiang Fan drank the coffee in one gulp and clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"But you seemed to go home every day, right? Because there was never any news about the Great Guardian working day and night." Natasha thought thoughtfully.

"What is this?" Jiang Fan smiled disdainfully, "When I led the iron guards to station at the front line of the restricted area, I was holding Cocolia's vegetable porridge in my left hand and Shiluwa's vegetable dumplings in my right hand. These things are immune.”

Natasha nodded slightly and suddenly realized that she had a good relationship with Xi'er and Bronya. Those two girls would always bring the iron guards to the lower area to distribute supplies, so they were familiar with each other. She was I once heard Xi'er complain that the porridge her mother made was so sweet that it hit her throat.

"What are you going to do next? Do you want to stay in the lower area for a while?" Natasha sat down on the steps and put the silver tray aside.

"The root of the problem is in the upper area. If you want to solve the problem, you must go to the upper area instead of spending time in the lower area." Jiang Fan took a bite of the sandwich and spoke vaguely.

"So you're leaving today?" Natasha's eyes were lowered, and her blue hair fell down to block the side of her face, making her expression invisible.

"Well, there are too many things to solve. I will feel tired if I keep putting it off." Jiang Fan sighed and sat down next to Natasha.

"Aren't you going together? You haven't been back for a while, right." Jiang Fan turned his head and looked at Natasha.