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Chapter 197 Destiny

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the world was lonely. On this deserted viaduct highway, the horses galloped wildly. The sound of horse hooves and the sound of rain gradually overlapped, and the hail of bullets behind them became increasingly silent.

In the end, only they were left in the whole world, running aimlessly like lightning, leaving everyone behind until there was no trace left.

The flames on Hebrion's limbs slowly dissipated like clouds of smoke. Neither of them spoke, and they allowed Hebrion to run towards the end of the viaduct despite the violent storm, and the heavy rain washed over them repeatedly.

Absolute silence, only the sound of wind and rain. If neither of them spoke, the world would be as silent as an uninhabited island, like two mutes escaping through the violent storm.

Kafka looked at the pitch-black night and slowly released her hand that held Jiang Fan's armor. This was the first time that she stared intently at Jiang Fan's side face.

There was no mean expression or flattering smile, but instead his eyes were lowered. This was the first time she noticed his eyelashes, which were very long. The expression on his face was also very plain, but it seemed that he was filled with endless tiredness. It broke out at this moment, and the loneliness was overwhelming and cathartic.

This heartless guy actually has such a side... But he is just a coward. When he encounters a demon carrying a machine gun and a cannon, he should hide in a corner and cross himself and pray for her. If not, he should cover his eyes and feel sad. It was only right to scold the devil, that was the Jiang Fan she knew.

Kafka's eyes were a little dry, and the violent storm kept washing her face. She pulled down the blood-spattered sunglasses and put them on the bridge of her nose. The raindrops pattered on the lenses, and the world in her eyes became darker and blurry. She did not reveal it. There were too many emotions, so I just reached out and patted his shoulder armor, "The story is good."

There was a shrill heavy rain in the sky. Jiang Fan did not speak. He just held the reins and looked at the road ahead quietly. His eyes were between clear and empty, as if his thoughts had flown to the distant end of time and he had seen the ending of the tragedy in advance.

Jiang Fan fell into deep thought for a long time, until the heavy rain became more and more intense, and countless raindrops hit his face.

"Do you really think it's just a story?..." Jiang Fan's voice was extremely low. If Kafka hadn't been on horseback and could only press Jiang Fan's armor, his voice would have been lost in the sound of horse hooves. and the sound of rain.

Jiang Fan raised his head and wiped the rain off his face. The raindrops all over the sky were pitch black, and the moon high in the sky was also pitch black, as if the whole world was absolutely black.

Only they were riding fast horses through the darkness and advancing desperately, their bright silver armors faintly glowing with cold light, and behind them the so-called fate was chasing after them with claws and claws.

But he understands that no matter how fast the horse is, it can't outrun the so-called destiny, and no matter how fast the knife is, it can't cut the thread of destiny. When you break away from the thread of destiny and think you are free, it is just entering the next stage. The starting point of destiny.

Jiang Fan can hardly remember how he and Kafka met, because it happened a long time ago, but it still feels so close, as if it just happened yesterday.

When she met Kafka, she was no longer a demon hunter, but a famous star core hunter with a bounty of 3.26 billion, and all the bounty hunters wanted to take her head off. .

The place where they met was at the fishing village port of Northern Canada. He swung out his fishing rod and waited boredly for a fish to take the bait in this city that was plagued by cholera. That was the first time he saw everyone in the galaxy. Everyone is talking about the star core hunter Kafka.

In Northern Canada, every girl wears a simple long skirt, revealing her beautiful white legs. Only she wears a black cloak-style coat and a white shirt. Her long purple hair is blown by the wind, and she steps on a sailboat. His head slowly emerged from the distant water, his eyes shining like a magnificent ruby ​​under the sunlight.

She is one of the Five Heavenly Clothes born in New Babylon, a planet where there is no fear but indulges in desires. Her ability to survive in such a place where lunatics gather is partly due to the ability called telepathy, and Doing the job of arresting demons.

Until one day after meeting Elio in New Babylon, she joined the Star Core Hunters and became the deputy of Elio, the "Slave of Destiny", and began to act for a certain future.

This is the only information about Kafka's resume in the first half of her life in the company's wanted files. Then there are the sensational things she did after joining the Star Core Hunters, invading the company's headquarters planet Pier Point, and stealing Pier. Poynter's treasure, or Jamos' star core case.

He stared at the case files and read them word by word. The more he read, the more he felt that his heart was being grabbed violently, as if he was fighting from left to right.

It was probably love at first sight, Wen Qingdian said, but no matter what, he really felt that the star core hunter named Kafka was really charming.

You don't need many reasons to like someone, or even meet many times. Sometimes it only takes a moment, even a hurried look at each other.

You were happily sitting on the deck chair, putting out a long fishing line to catch fish, but suddenly the water surface rippled, and you watched helplessly as a woman with a slim waist and long purple hair stepped on a sailboat to break the water surface.

As soon as your heart moved, you knew that you had fallen in love with her at that moment. There was no need for any fateful encounters or scenes of the beauty saving the hero. There was no need at all.

That night was a rare rainstorm. The stove was lit in the cafe and the warm yellow lights were on. He held an umbrella and walked along the roadside, thinking hard about how he could meet her again. Could it be that he wanted to imitate the star core hunter? Break into Pier Point and cause a scene and then leave in style?

Since Elio can see through destiny, can he see that there is a fanatical star core hunter fan who wants to join the Northern Canada star at this moment?

As I was thinking about it, two young men passed by not far away. They must have been drunk, their faces were rosy, and their words were stuttering.

They talked loudly about a certain woman, saying that the woman was so beautiful that they had never seen such a charming woman in their lives, like a bouquet of roses with thorns that could kill anyone who came close.

At that time, Jiang Fan just felt that it was fate. I was afraid that the love star gods were shooting Cupid's arrows to bring them together. No matter whether there was such a god or not, and no matter whether they were talking about Kafka, he just felt that it was, then It must be.

He ran in small steps in the direction the two people came from, pushing open the doors of one store after another, and finally found her in an inconspicuous coffee shop on the corner of the street.

The coffee shop was opened on the edge of the star core explosion area. There were almost no customers. It rained very quickly that day. It was probably the busiest day for the boss. Kafka was sitting by the window, stirring the coffee in the cup and staring at it. Looking at the window where the rain was flowing meanderingly, at that moment he felt that the sky really paid off.

Jiang Fan walked to the seat opposite her with a cup of coffee in hand and sat down, sipping the coffee while silently looking at her profile.

She may be as cold-blooded and unblinking as the rumors say, but her eyes are very beautiful. Looking up close, it looks more like a ball of fire dancing in her pupils, but she seems to have no emotion at all, like a ball of indifference. A burning flame.

Everyone in the coffee shop was guessing how long Jiang Fan could sit there for a few seconds. The last guy in a suit and leather suit holding a briefcase to chat with had already walked outside in the heavy rain, took off his clothes and danced Gangnam Style wildly.

But everyone guessed wrong. Jiang Fan just stared at Kafka's profile and eyes for ten minutes. Maybe Kafka was too lazy to pay attention to him, or maybe she felt there was no need to be with a crazy man. They are related, but they are so harmoniously harmonious.

When Kafka took the last sip of coffee in the cup, Jiang Fan said hey, your eyes are beautiful, can you add your contact information?

At that time, he really couldn't think of any ingenious opening remarks that could attract this woman, so he could only use the simplest and most direct way.

Kafka slowly raised her head, staring straight at him with her ruby ​​eyes. After a few seconds that seemed like a world away, she nodded and said yes with a smile.

That was the first time he saw her smile, and he felt that the flowers and grass outside the window were growing like crazy, and the sound of rain seemed to speed up a hundred times, as if time slipped through his fingers. He and the star core hunter named Kafka looked at each other, and felt The world is frozen.

This was their second encounter. From then on, he chatted with Kafka on the mobile phone all over the world every day, took her fishing, and asked her to drink coffee at the old place and listen to the records he picked up from the antique store, but from beginning to end , he felt that Kafka’s eyes never showed any connotative emotion.

Later, Kafka left without warning, without any words of farewell or reason. Also disappearing was the star core of Northern Canada. It all seemed like an illusion, like a spring that you should wake up when the flowers bloom. Come dream.

He couldn't remember when he heard news about Kafka again. He only knew that it was a war involving almost all the Star Gods and forces. Those who tried to break fate and the unknown guests on the journey were in the fate of Destroyed under the arrangements of others, like a bubble that bursts at the touch of a finger.

He remembered that the universe news newspapers that day were overwhelmingly covering up the war that could shake the universe. Immortal boats, trains, families, legions... countless forces were involved.

It wasn't until a rainy night a few years later that he heard traders in the black market discuss that battle again. They said that the relics of the star core hunters were placed in the rebuilt space station, including a broken ancient sword, some There are scattered game coins as well as silver butterfly brooches and tattered armors.

He remembered the silver butterfly brooch. After leaving the opera house one afternoon, Kafka suddenly said that he wanted to go to the river where he usually fished. Flowers were blooming on the green grass by the river, and green grass emerged from the soil. Coming out and swaying in the wind, he and Kafka sat by the river talking, taking off their boots and socks and soaking their feet in the clear water.

He couldn't remember what Kafka was talking about at that time, but he remembered sitting next to her and looking into her eyes, watching the wind blowing the petals and falling on the water and on her hair, like a wildfire. Flower rain.

He reached out and took away the red petal that fell on Kafka's hair, and at the same time handed her the box in his arms, saying that it was a gift in return for the last meal. He remembered that Kafka was also smiling at that time, But I can't remember what she said at that time, but there was a little bird jumping faintly in my heart.

It was then that he suddenly remembered, if a woman is willing to spend time and energy on you, and is willing to accompany you to do extremely boring things, how can she leave you without saying goodbye?

Unless she is so good at acting that she even fools herself.

He couldn't think of any reason, and he couldn't remember the conversation they had by the river that day, let alone the day they suddenly lost contact, and the day she left without saying goodbye.

But everything seems to have settled, so what if I think about it?

The longer time goes by, the less you dare to explore the truth, because you are afraid of what the truth is, afraid that the truth is a short stay and happiness, and even more afraid that it is just some insignificant chat or rejection, but no matter what the content is, it has already settled. .

He would touch his chin narcissistically, thinking that maybe that afternoon was a short-term happiness, but he did not want to find the truth. He was afraid of winning the prize. The prize was an afternoon in many years, a love that had expired and was lost forever.

Until that man appeared. He called himself the Star God of Joy. He loved helping others and couldn't bear to let any love wither.

But he always understood that the power to change fate and time did not belong to any star god. That kind of destiny was unprecedented, but it didn't matter. The title of Masked Fool was never a burden.

Today, he suddenly understood that the power of destiny is nothing more than fate and transactions. To change the destiny you want to change, you must incarnate destiny itself.

The world has always been fair. If you want to gain something, you must lose it first. The world has always been an exchange of equal value.

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Chapter 500: Zhao Yunqi enters the Kingdom of Light, kills Zuo Fei and captures Taylor

Chapter 600: Cybertron rises in smoke, Prime Minister captures Megatron seven times

Chapter 700: Yun Changli kills Vegeta, and Yide captures Nine Horns alive

Chapter 800: Wu Hou devised a series of tricks, and the five tigers captured Huangtian Emperor alive

Chapter 198 The unfinished wind

Hebrian ran wildly, leading them across the beam between the viaduct and the asphalt road. The rainstorm gradually stopped, and the city returned to bright lights. From a distance, the skyline disappeared like a lantern. In the clouds.

Jiang Fan tightened the reins, and Hebrian ran faster and faster. The wind whistling by his ears was like the stirring of an airplane propeller. The empty asphalt road penetrated into the boundless darkness at an extremely fast speed, facing him. Running towards the slowly rising sun.

Kafka slowly loosened her hand around Jiang Fan's waist. She took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and put them in the pocket of her shirt. The world turned from pitch black to warm yellow, and the beam of light slanted It's getting warmer and warmer when exposed to the light.

The rainstorm like a curtain of water stopped, and she breathed hot air that smelled like the sun. She couldn't tell whether it was the sun burning or the man in front of her, so she could only remain silent for a long time.

Kafka stretched out her hand to touch her cheek, because another drizzle of rain fell from the sky on her face.

But her movement of raising her hand to wipe away the rain suddenly stopped, because the raindrops that touched her fingertips were not only sticky, but also had a faint fishy smell.

She raised her head and stared at the back of the man in front of her. There were blood drops coming out of the gaps in the armor, and they were blown by the wind and floated in the sky, like a warm rain.

It turns out that those bright silver armors with a cold light on the surface are not indestructible. No matter how hard the armor is, it protects soft blood and flesh and can break at the touch.

The blood droplets oozing out of the man's body were like silky rain, falling on her cheeks with warmth, but she felt extremely cold and couldn't help but shiver.

Kafka took off his coat and put it on the guy's shoulders to cover him up. Then he wanted to help him remove his armor and simply wrap the wound, but his hand stopped in the air.

The black jacket was soaked with blood and turned dark red in just a few seconds. Blood beads dripped down along the hem of the clothes, like a waterfall in front of the water curtain cave. The thick blood was as thick as water. flow.

Kafka was stunned for a second, even with a hint of bewilderment and surprise, and a confused look appeared in his calm eyes for the second time.

He was majestic and majestic in the first ten seconds, looking like he was the only one who dared to cross the sword and stand upright, General Jiang, but now his whole body was oozing blood, as if he was being grasped hard by a big transparent hand and trying to squeeze it. Like an explosion.

Contrary to Kafka's overwhelmed mood, Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh to the sky. He was so elated that his blood boiled. Simply put, he was so happy that he was in an unprecedented good mood.

The world is fair. If you want to change something, if you want to change a person's destiny, then you have to be prepared to lose. You can do it again a thousand times, because you have never changed her destiny in those thousand times. There is nothing to lose.

But now you have succeeded, just like Mario saved the princess, like Contra cleared the level, like the greedy snake finally reached its end, but the price is one life for another, simple and crude and straightforward.

Destiny will not claim your soul like the devil in hell, nor will it prompt you to let it drive you to spread faith like God.

Destiny is very simple. It is just a straight thread. Its complexity depends on the person who chooses destiny, not on itself.

It happened that the fate Jiang Fan chose was a straight road with no end in sight. No matter how violent the storm, the spring flowers bloomed on the roadside, he always walked silently on this road until he hit the end of the road.

In fact, everyone is afraid of death, and he also longs for the day when he can have a second spring in his life, with countless beautiful women throwing themselves into his arms and favoring him in every possible way.

He chose a person and fell in love with him, and from then on he neither envied a mandarin duck nor a fairy. He and Kafka were just passers-by and parted ways.

Maybe one day you will be relieved and feel that there is nothing to regret. After all, some people are born as birds that cannot be caught. If she stays by your side for a short time, it does not mean that you have owned her.

What you fall in love with is a little bird that cannot stay for anyone. She passes by in your life for a short time. You hope that she will stay, but are that expectation and love too heavy for her? Woolen cloth?

Your love is very good, but she can't want it. It's a very simple truth, but some people spend their entire lives unable to understand it. They just feel that it is fate that makes people miss it.

But love is the most unreasonable thing. Everyone can swear that they will never fall in love with anyone and do anything for them. But when you really fall in love with someone, you will have no reservations about them, even if Even if I risk my life, I think it's worth it.

Everyone is a warrior charging for love. If you think you can't do it, it's just that you haven't met it yet and you don't love it deeply enough.

When he decided to change his so-called destiny a long time ago, he was already prepared to sacrifice many things, whether it was his eyes, arms, or even his life, it was a price he could afford.

From beginning to end, he couldn't remember exactly what happened that afternoon by the river. Maybe it was the sadness of parting, or maybe it was the short-lived happiness before parting.

He couldn't figure out Kafka's heart, just like when he first met her eyes, they were a fire that would not burn. He didn't know if he could ignite the dead fire, just like he didn't know his own destiny.

Time no longer allowed Jiang Fan to think wildly. He gently pulled the reins and clamped Hebrian's horse's belly between his calves. The tireless tall horse finally slowed down its pace, slowly pulling out its shadow on the asphalt road, "You What is the reason for living in this world? Is it because we lack the awareness of fear and cannot appreciate the value of life?"

But before Kafka could answer, his tone became as fast as a machine gun, and he had no time to say slowly: "But there are so many meanings in life, and you just chose a path that goes against fate. What is the meaning of life? It really Is it difficult to answer?"

He jerked the reins, and Hebrian slowly slowed down to a stop, constantly raising his shadow in the direction of the rising sun; "You are really stupid... The meaning of life can be a game that has not been cleared, It could be an uneaten snack, or it could be a beautiful love, or it could be an endless journey, but if you choose not to have fear, you will not be able to understand the meaning of life."