Mad owl

"What special task must I be in charge of? No man's land looks relatively calm, but you should be able to see clearly that this is just an illusion. No matter what purpose the black hand behind the scenes starts the melee in Outer Mongolia, it will definitely not end in a short time , Once there is a particularly drastic change, intelligence operations will be the key to the key."

After everyone left, only their three fiancees were left in the room, and Anne had no scruples. "I'm not doubting Wei Huanchen's ability, but I'm worried that he's inexperienced, he's not decisive enough to deal with critical situations, and he doesn't have the prestige to command and control the intelligence system of the base. The intelligence system is different from other troops. Once strange emotions spread inside Qianmu, The problem is serious."

"I believe in the Thousand Eyes Army, and I also believe that you can handle it well." Di Cheng responded with a smile and 'trust' to Annie's dissatisfaction.

Annie rolled his eyes angrily: "It's not whether I can handle it, it's..."

"Three days, you bother."

"Time is too short."

"We believe in you, come on!!" Di Cheng clenched his fists to encourage her.

Annie had no choice but to say, "Let's talk about your special mission first. If I really need to go, I'll go. If it's not necessary, I'll stay in the country."

Di Cheng no longer shied away: "Go to Japan."

"Japan? What are you doing?" Annie changed her mind and frowned slightly: "You said... Nishiwaki Rainbow?"

"It's Xuanyuan Ziyi." Di Cheng sighed, and said rather helplessly: "I talked to Emperor Xi Yu, but I never thought that he would have a real relationship and insist on going to Japan. That might be his last problem. Time About half a year later, if my injury recovers quickly, I may have to leave in three or four months."

Annie fell silent, Nishiwaki Hong?She started to investigate after the battle of the Sanuki Mountains that year. This woman is not simple, and her status is quite special. Not only does she belong to the military assassination unit, she is dispatched by Nakamura Yuzawa, and she is also related to the royal family and the army.

Di Cheng's voice was slightly lowered: "This matter must be handled by you personally. Before Emperor Xi Yu and I go to Japan, try to deal with everything, investigate Xiwaki Hong's situation and location, and find out her status in the royal family. Status, status in the army. It must be... dealt with..."

The last repeated reminder is more solemn, involving the royal family, involving the army, which means that the Tianbang troops will be drawn out, and it must be cautious and cautious when it comes to national issues.

For the sake of safety and security, Di Cheng still hopes that Annie can work hard in person.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements for the base as soon as possible." Annie finally compromised. This matter is really tricky. It involves not only the royal family, the army, but also Emperor Xi Yu. At this sensitive stage, any sloppy and accident.

"You are fully responsible for the special operations team. If necessary, the guards can also participate."

"No, the fewer people, the better. Let's use the special operations team. They are more familiar and easy to use. By the way, the position of leader of the special operations team has always been vacant. Who do you want to take it? Wei Huanchen?"

"Don't worry about this, I have a candidate, but I have to wait for a while."

Someone to choose?Annie raised her eyebrows slightly, and soon thought of someone.While they were talking, the door handle opened with a click. At first they thought it was a doctor coming in for an examination, but after a glance, everyone was slightly stunned.

"Talk?" Fang Zhongshou put down the first-aid kit, his voice was hoarse and deep, with an imperceptible coldness.

As always, unchanged in years.

Fang Zhongshou? ?Why is he here?Annie and the three daughters looked at each other, exited the ward tacitly, and quietly closed the door, leaving the two of them a quiet environment.

"Long time no see, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to come to me." Di Cheng looked at Fang Zhongshou quietly, and after a little silence, he couldn't help smiling: "Thank you first, if it wasn't for you at the critical moment The shot severely injured Seder, and Lao Yang might have been lying on the bed and couldn't get up. Your sneak attack saved many people, thank you."

Fang Zhongshou stood there coldly, looking straight at Di Cheng with eyes without any emotion at all. He is not an emotional animal and never talks about emotions. From his soul to his body, there is a coldness inside and out.So...for Di Cheng's gratitude...not even the slightest touch.

Di Cheng knew his character, didn't care about anything, and said to himself: "According to the time, we should have known each other for more than six years. It's good. Generally speaking, we get along well. Come here today... what do you want to talk about?" ? Farewell? Or stay?"

No beating around the bush, just straight to the point!

The two went from being hostile to being imprisoned, from spying to cooperating. During the six years, Di Cheng secretly provided Fang Zhongshou with a lot of information and gave him a lot of help. Fang Zhongshou's feedback was also "rescue" again and again. with 'counterattack'.The prestige created by Di Cheng and Tianmen cannot do without the shadow of Fang Zhongshou.

Now, Fang Zhongshou has found the Valley of the Burial Soul and obtained the ancient scroll that he dreamed of. The final conditions promised back then have been fulfilled. The cooperation between them... is coming to an end...

Di Cheng really wants to keep Fang Zhongshou, and hopes to stay in Tianmen and continue to serve as the door god, but he also knows that "whether to go or stay" can only be decided by Fang Zhongshou himself, and the words and actions of outsiders will have no effect .An overly indifferent temperament, overly paranoid thoughts, as well as a cold-blooded aloofness and withdrawnness, all determine that Fang Zhongshou is a person completely immersed in self-consciousness, and everything is made by himself. Unless something aroused his interest, otherwise... He definitely wouldn't influence his decision because of someone.

Di Cheng saw this very clearly.It is precisely because of this thoroughness that I will not insist on staying, otherwise it will only be counterproductive.

After a long silence and staring, Fang Zhongshou said softly, "Farewell."

Di Cheng was silent for a while, as if something suddenly sank in his heart, he couldn't hide his loss, but he still smiled and said: "I actually really want you to stay, after all, we have walked such a long way together, and together we are together for Tianmen. I have struggled. But... I respect your choice, and I am very glad that you can come here to bid farewell in person."

"I took the ancient scroll away." Fang Zhongshou said quietly, hoarse and indifferent, without change or emotion.

"It's what you deserve, and I hope you can penetrate the ancient scrolls as soon as possible and make another breakthrough. On the Tantric side, I will send someone to contact the Buddhist sect after returning to China, and try to get the understanding of Burial Soul Valley through the old Living Buddha. In this way, You can have it justifiably, and it is the last thing I will do for you." Di Cheng took a deep breath, suppressed the loss and regret in his heart, and smiled: "I won't give it away, I hope one day in the future , we can meet again, but...hehe...try not to be enemies then."

Fang Zhongshou stood coldly for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but finally turned and left.

"Oh, that's right!" Di Cheng suddenly called Fangfang Zhongshou, and said, "Do you still remember the golden soft essence? I have two clothes here, and I have reserved one for you. It is on the bottom floor on the right hand side of the medicine cabinet. Get on it, you can properly defend yourself. The world is in disarray now, at least there must be a way to save your life."

Apart from the one for Ye Wantong, Di Cheng also had two sets of soft gold clothes, which he kept with him all the time and never gave them to anyone.Perhaps Fang Zhongshou's departure today is the "terminus" of the relationship between the two. In the near future, they may become enemies, or they may face each other for life and death. So... Before parting, Di Cheng still wanted to give him a gift.

Gold Soft Essence may be the best choice.

Fang Zhongshou stood there quietly, expressionless and untouched.

Di Cheng smiled silently: "Don't worry, it's given to you without any strings attached, and it's not an exchange of benefits. It's the reward you deserve for six years of 'work'."

Fang Zhongshou still didn't respond, as if he didn't care about this treasure that was enough to arouse the interest of the emperor-level powerhouse.After a moment of silence, he said instead, "Emperor Xi Yu, has become an emperor?"

Di Cheng smiled silently: "If you think it is, he is. If you think it is not, you can just regard it as the pinnacle of the quasi-emperor."

"Eighteen months of disappearance, where did he go?"

"I went to Tibet to see the scenery and relax my mind."

"... Tantra..." Fang Zhongshou's eyes behind his glasses narrowed slightly, his eyelids drooped, and he looked at the first-aid kit in his hand.

Di Cheng didn't respond to Fang Zhongshou clearly this time, but said: "The No. [-] door god of Tianmen, he must be worthy of his title of 'No. [-]'. The current Emperor Xi Yu...has done it..."

"...Number One Door God...a good title..." Fang Zhongshou muttered to himself, but did not leave immediately.

Di Cheng looked at Fang Zhongshou's back, and the room fell into silence again. After a while, he smiled softly: "Is there still nostalgia? Welcome home anytime."

Fang Zhongshou raised his head slightly, and for the first time there was a complex look in his cold eyes, but soon, in a flash, he was once again frozen in indifference, and he opened the door and left quickly.

Looking at the creaking and shaking door, Di Cheng smiled slowly...slowly...becoming a little bitter, and whispered softly like talking to himself: "Welcome... Come home anytime..."