Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Of course, Xiang Yan was not moved by an unexpected conversation, but was just curious about how Master Yan would die in the future. Thinking this way, he quietly left the top floor.

Of course, this does not mean that Yan Ce is forgiven for persecuting the three generations of Xiang's family. The old man thinks that there is no need to do it himself and fall into the trap of others. In the future, there will be more people who will have strong malice against him, no doubt.

Looking at the magnificent and orderly creations outside the window, Xiang Yan regained consciousness and walked down the stairs, vaguely echoing the words of the youth without regrets, he was relieved.

The old man can still live, and he must live until Yan Ce dies in place, that day will not be far away.

Xiang Yan was thinking about the academic research on whether Yan Ce should use an urn or a coffin board after his death, whether it should be divided between [-] and [-], or half and half, or half burned and half buried, which was more in line with the identity and courage of that young man.

"Master Xiang, the package you left next to the reading room."

The young doctor in the medical building ran up to Xiang Yan, handed his hands back to the old man, and smiled.

Xiang Yan took it in a daze, and said with a strange voice: "Listen to the accent, you are from Qin."

"Ah, yes, what's wrong?"

"What kind of person do you think Young Master Yan Ce is?"

To Xiang Yan's surprise, at this moment, the doctor on the side did not answer his question immediately, but fell into a long silence.

After thinking about it for a long time, the young doctor responded, "It's a strange person."

"I don't think that His Highness can do anything, and I don't expect him to change anything, but there are always surprises. If one day, someone can bring about a different change, it should be him, probably just like everyone. thinking like that."

Light and shadow swayed in the medical building, refracting through the quiet corner, and the young doctor in formal attire smiled indifferently.

"You are a man of no opinion."

Looking at the scene in front of her, Xiang Yan commented without any disparaging meaning. It might sound impolite, but she was really evaluating the doctor objectively, and turned around to leave with the dangerous package.

The moment before the old man stepped into the ward, the doctor smiled and said, "I saw a lot of people say the same to me in the hospital building, Mr. Mo, Mr. Yan, Prime Minister Wang, Mr. Fei...all said that I follow the crowd, but , this is the life of a small person, growing up looking up at a small hope..."

The doctor paused, then said seriously: "Of course, it would be the best if he could think of admonishing His Majesty to increase Doctor Wang Ting's salary and extend his annual leave."

"Little people..."

Xiang Yan's ears seem to be echoing with the old comrades. Some people died in battle, and some people blocked the border. When did someone start to recite the song "Will bring back the armored soldiers in Tianhe", it seems that there is a feeling worth thinking about.

The little people spend their happy life in a daze, without the concept of sealing off borders, without the obsession of becoming a hero, and without thinking of war and displacement.

This is good.

He sighed, feeling peacefully.

It seems that my misunderstanding of Mr. Yan's policy in the past should be changed.

The doctor waved his hand to say goodbye, and Xiang Yan nodded slightly, walked into the room, saw the new wooden table engraved with the Mohist logo, put the package on it, took the bench and sat aside, stretched his rough fingers towards the package, quietly Rubbing.

"Let's blow it up when Yan Ce's funeral is over," he said.

The package is a pending payment that Xiang Yan obtained in the school by "scrambling hard and trying his best."

But frying now is not very enjoyable.

Xiang Yan's latest idea is to take away Yan Ce's ashes, that must be such a sight to relieve hatred.

Xiang Yan caressed the smooth shape, the hard protrusion in the middle, a chain reaction that could be greatly stimulated by a light touch.

He is very familiar with this thing, as for the reason?Without him, only the body is familiar with the ears.

In the future, Xiang Yan will treasure Yan Ce's ashes, and sprinkle some of them every New Year's Eve to ward off evil spirits.

The quiet time could not bear to be disturbed, and the chaotic battlefield and daily life flooded into the old man's mind. Every fragment, every picture was somewhat unforgettable, while others were hazy.

Walking along the track of time to the end, there is a vague group of nobles holding a small jar, crying and flying the ashes of Master Yan all over the sky.

wonderful……

Time goes by.

"Are you General Xiang Yan? Hello, I'm Yan Ce."

The sudden warm voice behind him startled the old man, his fingers trembled, and then there was a "beep" from the package.

Yan Ce: "..."

Xiang Yan: "..."

"Fuck!!!"

Yan Ce cursed, and closed the door without thinking.

"Don't close the door!" Xiang Yan roared.

He wasn't a partner of justice, so he couldn't control Xiang Yan. Yan Ce burst out of his physical strength and flew ten meters away in less than a second.

WRNG!!!

You have the ability to come back, I can't kill you...

Xiang Yan's fingers didn't move, but he heard that this one would explode after counting to one, so the old man flipped the table.Protect the body like a bunker.

"...duds?"

After waiting for a while, there was still no sign of explosion, so Xiang Yan wiped off her cold sweat, and was ready to go out to exchange moral issues with Young Master Yan.

"This kid is really cowardly."