National Fate Survival: One person, one knife, massacre the forbidden area

"We already have."

Xiao Zhuang patted his thigh, "Aren't we happy?!"

"If nothing happens, after the Beijing 006 finals, we will formally become the fifth special police team." Your generation Chen nodded.

"Finally... wait until this day! Xiaoqiang jumped up excitedly, "Make me think about it, what should our team name be..."Batian? Monkey? Super god?"

Xiaoqiang's expression is like a father who is waiting for the birth of the child and thinking hard about giving the child a name.

". Some dust. Jiang'er's voice drifted indistinctly from the radio.

"The class name should be related to the characteristics of the class name. "Ling", "Phoenix", and "Veil" are all common, so don't choose arbitrarily." Ye Chen warned, "This is still waiting for us to become a special one. Team, think slowly."

Jack Bauer shrugged. "What kind of code name should I give myself?" Didn't that generation have a code name for a special team? What is the face of the monarch, the whirlpool..."

"What would you like to be called by your name?"

"I... shhh, I haven't made up my mind yet. Jack Bauer's doing his best.

Garland pondered for a while, then his face lit up, "Fatty man!!"

Jack Bauer: …

other:...

In short, the most important thing now is to prepare well.After all, the strength of the Night's Watch stationed in Shanghai is no joke.Ye Chen said seriously: "If Ala can't pass this test, we can't become a special team."

Ren Hai nodded and closed his eyes first.

Ye Chen looked at the white clouds outside the door, and gradually closed his eyes, his thoughts rushed to the sky above his heart.Ye Chen was wearing a white coat, and as soon as he stepped out of the aisle, a figure walked towards him.

Chang'e was wearing an idol gauze dress, and was walking slowly, even holding black wool and knitting needles in her arms, showing her unconcealable noble demeanor from her heart. A gentle smile.

"Good morning, Chang'e." Ye Chen greeted with a smile.

"Good morning. I was looking for you, sir."

"Did something happen?" Ye Chen was surprised.

"Follow me, you will see." Chang'e smiled slightly, and led Ye Chen to the other side of the aisle.

Ye Chen, who was planning to secretly interrogate the monster, hesitated for a while, but still took steps to follow up. The two walked up the stairs and went straight to Chang'e's ward.

Chang'e stepped into the room and put the weaving needles on the table.Then she unwrapped the black ball of wool and shook it in the sunlight.

Until now, Ye Chen didn't realize the outline of the yarn ball.

This is a black knitted coat.

From a long time ago, it was basically impossible for Chang'e to talk to those bottles and cans, and it was impossible to sit alone in the rocking chair in a daze. Maybe last year, she had an extra ball of black wool in her hand...

Every day, she sat in the courtyard, basking in the sun and knitting sweaters.

Like a laid-back lady.

Ye Chen began to feel that he was just looking for something to pass the time, until the coat stood in front of his eyes and froze.

"Is this...for me? Ye Chen raised his head to look at Chang'e when he saw such a familiar size.

Chang'e smiled, and she brought the shoulder seam of her jacket, and put it under Ye Chen's eyes, carefully comparing it with Ye Chen's figure.

"That's right." Chang'e said with a smile: "Isn't it natural for Chang'e to weave clothes for children?"

Ye Chen stared at Chang'e for a while, and then looked at the knitted coat in compromise, feeling a surge of heat in his heart.

The last person who knits a sweater for him is his uncle.

When he was seven or eight years old, his uncle had just divorced. In order to support him and Xiao Jin, she would sit by the window every winter when the other generation fell asleep, knitting with the help of a weak lamp.

Although the clothes cannot be described as beautiful, they are very comfortable to wear and get up, which makes people feel at ease.

Ye Chen has never met Chang'e, and he doesn't know what she looks like, but his understanding of maternal love comes from his aunt.

But now, on this gentle and smiling female body, he felt the familiar and attractive warmth again.

"The size is just right. Next, it's time to close the stitches. Chang'e nodded contentedly, folded her knitted coat and put it aside.

"Thank you, Chang'e." Ye Chen said sincerely.

"No need to say thank you, grown man. You are my master. I told you I would do anything for you." "Or, if you have time, you could save it for lunch?"

Ye Chen hesitated for a while, "Maybe not today, I have a key reviewer in the future..."

"It doesn't matter, maybe next time." Chang'e said with a smile: "Go to your own business, I don't think you should come back for a walk?"

Ye Chen scratched his head apologetically, "Then I'll get to work first."

He turned around and left the No. [-] ward, and walked directly to the emperor's room.

Chang'e stood alone in the aisle, watched Ye Chen's back leave, and sighed.

"Why don't you just tell him and let him stay a little longer?"

Merlin leaned against the door of his study, holding a bottle of water, talking quietly.

Chang'e denied, saying: "He has his own affairs, and I will not tie him to me forever."

"But your time is running out." Merlin looked at him with wonder in his eyes. "You can't hold it anymore, can you?"

Chang'e was wearing a veil skirt of the planet, quietly standing in place, silent.

"Until now, you have been able to restrain such emotions, which is great. You should be hailed as one of the founding gods of India." Merlin calmed down. "However, if you weave some of your own power into clothing and leave it to him, your soul will be damaged, and when you rebuild your limbs, it will be difficult for you to restore it to its optimal state."

"I do not mind."

Chang'e slowly opened her mouth, with a look of sadness in her eyes,
Then she got up stiff and stiff,

"I...he is the only child left."

She looked back at Merlin. "Don't forget the peace talks between us."

Merlin sighed, stroked the sparse black hair on his head, and muttered to himself: "All these maintenances are in vain..."
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Wearing black-rimmed glasses, Ye Chen walked through one gloomy prison after another, and finally stopped at a door.

In the prison, a black figure was quietly standing in the center of the prison, with red eyes lifted up, looking at Ye Chen outside the cage, a smile appeared in the eyeballs.

It bent down slightly, put its right hand on its chest, and saluted devoutly.

"Your Majesty, you have finally come to see me."

After hearing this, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and got up, "You already know the survival of this place, and you are also very clear. After being killed by me, the soul will come here... That's why you have only been hiding for 12 years , and then suddenly appeared.

That's where you're going... isn't it?"