Apocalypse Mutants Rise

Chapter 668 Later (Final Chapter)
I don't want to draw an end, but the story about him probably ends here.

And then... Four years after Xiao Qiang left, Yao Yan also passed away due to illness.

Then one day I crossed that street, and I remember the most memorable time when I walked this time, it was he who ran over with my back on his back.

But now, it has been completely rebuilt.There are not too many people in this city, but everything is going to be okay, everything is getting better.

Mr. President made an apology. He repented of the injustices in the world and the ugliness of human nature in the past.What we are facing now is a new beginning.

It's just that I seldom hear people mention Xiao Qiang, it seems that no one is willing to admit that he is a hero.

Probably true, how can a monster be a hero?

But that's just under the reality, I believe people will remember him in their hearts.Because sometimes when I pass the garden on the corner of the street, I will see children playing role-playing in it.Some boys, regardless of the risk of being scolded, tied a wooden board to their arms, painted it black, and shouted that it was his black blade, that he was stronger than everyone, that he was a hero...

As for Yan Xiang, he later married Fang Qing.There was no best man at the wedding, but an extra chair was placed there.

Someone asked Yan Xiang why he didn't invite a best man, and Yan Xiang said that that person was already there, because on the eve of the wedding, there was a meteor shower in the sky.

Later, he had two children, and the family lived in a place called Luokai Town.I heard that the mayor of Luokai Town is Xiao Dong, that carefree person.It's just that he became gentler later and got married, and the person he often mentioned was his younger brother.

He would tell his children a lot about when he was young, about being in an orphanage, dropping out of junior high school, helping his brother fight with others, and living in that house with the word "demolition"...

Time passed without knowing it, but I still can't forget what happened that year.

If it was a nightmare, it would wake up more people.The whole world has a new beginning.Now, probably the world has forgotten what happened that year.There are only simple records in the history books.

I still have a picture I took at that time...

There is Xiao Qiang, there is me, there is Yan Xiang, there is Yao Yan, Xuanwu Tai, Ryan, Karl, Bai Qiao... The background is a manor.We were all laughing at that time.At that time... I was really young.

And now, many years have passed...

Putting down the pen in her hand, Liu Qian sat by the chair for a long time.Until a bouncing little girl ran in:
"Grandma~~The flowers are picked! We can go~"

"Okay, you are getting better and better, you, when you come back, grandma will make you delicious food."

Big hands holding small hands, facing the bright sunshine, walking along the path paved with cobblestones.

The breeze is blowing, very fresh and thorough.The sea is also shining with waves, everything is so clean.As if nothing had happened.

Liu Qian took the little girl to the edge of a lawn, and beyond that was the endless sea.

The sound of the waves can be heard clearly, and the seagulls are flying in the sky.

Liu Qian took these two bunches of flowers and placed them next to the two tombstones...

"Grandma, why are you crying?"

"No~" Liu Qian said with a smile, wiping the corners of her eyes.

The little girl's eyes were full of innocence, she looked at the two tombstones:
"Grandma, who are these two people..."

"Xiao Qiang, and Yao Yan." Liu Qian's eyes trembled, no matter how many years or times.

"Xiao Qiang? I seem to have heard of him." The little girl said.

The old man took the little girl's hand, wiped the corners of her eyes for the last time, took a deep breath, and went back the same way:

"He...has a long, long story."

"How long is it?" the girl asked innocently.

"It's very long, very long... Do you want to hear it?" The old man's eyes glistened with tears, and memories about him also flashed in his mind.

"Yeah." The girl nodded.

"Okay, I'll just tell you a little bit."

"Yeah, let's talk, let's talk~"

The old man looked into the distance, the whole town, the peaceful and quiet night:

"It starts... many years ago. At that time, I was only 20 years old. That day, I was trapped in a box. He opened the door and told me...don't be afraid, try to live."

———(End of the book)
The new book "Gunmaniac in the End Times", please bookmark it and support it, because Yehan still has a way to go.The rise of variants is my life memory, thank you all the way!Take a bow...to all readers.I hope that in the world of gun fanatics, I still have you by my side.

thank you!
Thank you.

(End of this chapter)