Chapter 903: Wu Xiangnan's obsession

ry school. He has not attended a single military training in middle and high school, and he has not even participated in physical education classes. If he had not paid attention to exercise on weekday...is it really that easy to become a god

at present, of all human beings, only Xia Jianxian Zhou Ping keeps the sword law and enters the divine realm. Wang Mian must have his own law if he wants to become a god, but he is different from Zhou Ping. His sacred ruins come from the god of time, not from himself, so he cannot keep his own law like Zhou Ping, and all the laws of time in the world have been carved up by the gods of many divine kingdoms.

can't keep his own rules, and he can't get the rules of time. Is it possible that the agent of the gods is doomed not to be a god

Wang Mian fell silent. Qinghui, the Rain Palace beside

, felt the mood swings of Wang Mian and gently raised her brow.

". Come on, I'll take you to that man. "

seeing the rain Gong Qinghui turned and left, Wang Mian hesitated for a while, but still followed in his footsteps.

"who on earth are you taking me to see" Wang Mian couldn't help asking.

"he is also from Daxia, and he also knows Qixi. Maybe you two will be acquaintances."

the king frowned and thought.

in addition to the [Night] team, someone else came to the "circle of people" in Japan And you know Lin Qinight

Wang Mian thought for a long time, but never thought of such a person, and his doubts were aroused.

the two walked out of the Fengjie family's territory and turned to the remote alleyway. After a few turns, they came to a small house.

Yugong Qinghui stretched out her hand and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened, and a figure that Wang Mian could never have imagined stood quietly behind the door.

"Wu Xiangnan"

Wang Mian called out his name in surprise.

Wu Xiangnan's eyes swept over Qinghui, Yugong, and fell on Wang Mian. He carefully looked at the white-haired old man for a long time, and there was a look of confusion in his eyes.

"who are you"

Wang Mian did not speak, but silently took out the cracked "Wang" mask from his arms.

Wu Xiangnan was stunned. He stared at the old face of Wang Mian for a long time and opened his mouth wide in shock.

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"have a seat. I'm a little shabby, but I'm not as luxurious as a wind sacrifice."

Wu Xiangnan came out of the kitchen with a cup of hot tea and put it in front of Wang Mian, smiling helplessly.

after Yugong Qinghui sent the king's noodles here, he first went back to the Feng sacrifice home. After all, this was a reunion between the two Xia people. He stayed and couldn't understand Chinese. Instead of being embarrassed at that time, he might as well just leave.

Wang Mian took the teacup and tasted it slowly. "but it's more reassuring here."

"as a matter of fact, the brother and sister of the Feng sacrifice family and the young man who just brought you are quite good."

"but in a foreign country, Chinese sounds more comfortable."

Wu Xiangnan smiled and looked at the wrinkled palm of the cup held by Wang Mian. After hesitating for a moment, Wu Xiangnan asked, "this is …" What happened What about the rest of [masks] Did you come to Japan, too "

Wang Mian slowly closed his eyes, and a touch of bitterness appeared at the corners of his mouth.

he told us all about [masked] experiences in the fishing village.

after hearing this, Wu Xiangnan fell silent.

he didn't know how to comfort Wang Mian. He just reached out and patted Wang Mian on the shoulder. "you don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault."

Wang Mian gazed at Wu Xiangnan for a moment and sighed, "I know." I can denounce fate in front of anyone, but only in front of you, I am not qualified. "

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Wu Xiangnan smiled bitterly.

Wu Xiangnan is also the only survivor of the Blue Rain team.

their destinies are very similar, but the difference is that Wang Mian still has a glimmer of opportunity to change history, and he still has hope. And Wu Xiangnan, there is nothing but hatred.

the king looked down at the teacup between his hands, his eyes flashed with sadness, and he murmured in bewilderment:

"first [psychic], then [blue rain], then [mask]... Do you think this is the fate of the special team "

Wu Xiangnan was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "this is not fate." This is the special team, the doomed ending.

all special teams are burdened with extremely heavy responsibilities from the moment they are established. We have never retired. Our mission is to perform our duties until the moment of sacrifice.

A special team is set up, fought, sacrificed, and then keep its serial number until the next special team that takes over their mission is born. This is our heritage.

Night Watch has existed many special teams over the past hundred years, and compared with most of them, we have been lucky.

the collapse of a special team must be due to a dangerous situation that is far beyond their capabilities, in which case there are usually no survivors left behind, and the actions of the special team are top secret, and other people do not know much about them except the members of their own team.

with the passage of time, apart from the cold top-secret archives and exploits of the Night's Watch, no one can remember their glory, and their legend will eventually be reduced to a vague and secret history. "

Wu Xiangnan held out his hand and pointed to himself.

"but we are different.

We are survivors, even if the legendary history has been forgotten by all, we can still remember the glory, remember other people's character, preferences, whether sleep snore, have done anything embarrassing.

as long as we are alive, our team will always exist. "

looking at Wu Xiangnan's eyes, Wang Mian was stunned. After a long time, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"taught."

Wu Xiangnan smiled. "it took me a long time to figure it out."

"have you put it down now"

Wu Xiangnan raised his glass slightly and shook his head. "just because you've figured it out doesn't mean you've let it go." Glory and legend can be history, but hatred cannot. "

"so you stay in Japan because you want to."

"mm-hmm." Wu Xiangnan slowly took a sip of tea and said, "Vengeance" in an absolutely indifferent tone. "

Wang Mian was stupefied. "if I remember correctly, the enemy that led to the downfall of the [Blue Rain] team was."

"the man of Suzuo." Wu Xiangnan added the second half of the sentence, "the Poseidon of Gao Tianyuan, the man of Suzuo."

"are you going to Gao Tianyuan to take revenge on Suzuo's man"

"mm-hmm."

"that is a god."

"I know."

"but you are still just a human being in the sea." Wang Mian looked into his eyes seriously. "you are dying."

"do you think I'm the kind of idiot who has no brain to die What's more, I have the honor of the Blue Rain team on my shoulders. "

Wu Xiangnan smiled, got up from his seat, went to the window, gazed up at the sky, and calmly said:

"I have. We've found a way to kill Suzo's man. "rely with golden flowers in his hand, and all the attacks and aftereffects of divine power can not touch his body. He is clearly standing there, but he seems to be in another world."Yuan Shi Tianzun!"...