"Brother Rui is safe." Ye Shuangjiang said to Yan Weiyang lying on the hospital bed.
At this time, the second miss of the Yan family had returned to China and received surgery in the hospital of the Jiangjing military region.
She has been under general anesthesia for several hours, and has not seen the message sent by Su Rui three hours ago.
When ye Shuangjiang said these words, Yan Weiyang was originally a little dizzy because of the anesthetic, and almost instantly came to his senses.
"Great." Her beautiful eyes flashed brilliance in an instant.
At this time, Yan Weiyang's face is still a little pale, and her lips are not much blood, but with such an expression, she is really moving at the moment.
Yan Weiyang was covered with the quilt and didn't wear a coat at this time. A bandage was wrapped around her left shoulder and fixed with the splint. The snow-white shoulder was slightly exposed, which was an unspeakable style.
This is quite different from Yan Weiyang's usual intellectual ability.
Ye Shuangjiang also came back once in a blue moon. She sat beside Yan Weiyang and said, "brother Rui has now moved to Europe. He wants to put out the war in Atlantis, and what you have to do now is to heal."
After this African incident, the relationship between Yan Weiyang and ye Shuangjiang has developed in the direction of "best friend".
Before that, these two strong women who have made achievements in different fields did not know what their girlfriends were at all.
"Brother Rui, can he support it?" Yan Weiyang asked anxiously.
In front of her eyes, she couldn't help but emerge the once "most beautiful retrograde figure". Yan Weiyang finally understood more deeply this time, why this man can be called "national hero".
No one is more suitable than him.
Behind these four words is the courage to move forward, the heavy responsibility, and the blood that will never cool.
"Brother Rui is going to save his friend." Ye Shuangjiang said, "maybe this is why he has so many friends willing to help him."
Say, ye Shuangjiang laughed: "this time, we can also be regarded as brother Rui's friends."
Yan Weiyang's lips slightly cocked up and pulled out a smile: "it's a friend, but also a comrade in arms."
In fact, when Su Rui risked his life to block the blow of riksla for Yan Weiyang, Yan Weiyang inevitably had some ideas in his heart, which were hotter than worship and friendship.
However, whether Yan Weiyang will express this emotion is another matter. Maybe she will also hide a certain desire in her heart forever.
That wish was as hot as Su Rui's mouth of blood on her neck.
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"Mr. Zeus, I'm sorry, the front is the family territory of Atlantis. No one can go there, including the king of gods, otherwise, it will pay a price."
This sentence is really full of threats.
Standing in front of Zeus are two men in golden robes. Although they are old, they have nothing to do with "old". Their backs are straight, their eyes are sharp, and strong power waves surge on their bodies.
Around them, there were several corpses, all dressed in black military uniforms, and the designs on the epaulets were interwoven with two knives and a gun.
This is the secret force around Zeus!
Zeus looked at his men with calm eyes. He couldn't see what kind of mood the king of gods was in.
"Your men are very good. Over time, they will stand at a higher height." One of the old people with ponytails said, "it's a pity that they have to die here today."
The old man's braid even dragged to the waist, like a golden waterfall, very smooth.
"If my information is correct, you are posura." Zeus looked at the long haired man: "one of the family elders of Atlantis has not appeared in the eyes of the world for a long time."
"Well, it's worthy of being the king of gods. This information is really quite detailed. I haven't been out of the mountain for so many years, and I thought people had forgotten me." Posura put his right hand behind him and held the end of his ponytail. This gesture made him look like he was in a good position to win: "Mr. Zeus, your mind is also quite tough. Seeing your men die miserably, you can still remain unmoved. I'm really surprised that even so, there are still so many people willing to work for you?"
Zeus looked at the men who fell to the ground, and there was still no fluctuation in his expression: "you just stopped a few of my men, and more people have been killed from the side."
Zeus would certainly feel heartache if his excellent men died, but if he impulsively did something irrational, he would not be able to stand on today's height.
Posura's provocative method could not work on Zeus at all.
"Flank?" Posura smiled: "no, Mr. Zeus, it's impossible. The defense on the flank is stronger. If your elite men take the flank, they will die even worse."
"Yes, you can't imagine how elite Atlantis is." At this time, another expert of the golden family spoke. He had a flat head, and his hair looked very hard. It was like a golden shovel on his head. The man smiled and said, "your king guard may be dead and injured now."
"Your name is musutambo, and you are also one of the elders." Zeus' expression was still very indifferent: "I didn't expect that you two super masters were both radical people. I thought you would stand on the side of the resource school."
"If we were people of the resource sect, we would not be just family elders now. At least we would be able to break the wrist with the current patriarch of Atlantis." Musutambo said.
While talking, he had pulled out two long golden knives from his waist.
Zeus still didn't make any moves. He said, "Atlantis is so chaotic that I'm curious. Why didn't your current patriarch show up?"
This is what Zeus did not see clearly.
Previously, when he was communicating with the military division, the military division also raised this doubt. As the head of a clan, he shouldered a heavy responsibility. Why was he indifferent to such a dynamic chaos? Even... Is missing!
The military division gave two inferences at that time - either the current patriarch is dead, or... Life is better than death.
However, Zeus held a different view.
At that time, Zeus said, "military master, you have not seen the current patriarch of Atlantis, but I have seen that he is not old enough to die, let alone tortured by others."
The subtext of Zeus' sentence is that the current patriarch is a person with both wisdom and courage, and it is absolutely impossible for someone to fall into the pit and climb out.
This problem has not been solved yet.
"Our patriarch, after all, is very old." The musutambo sneered twice: "he announced the closure many years ago. We haven't seen him for a long time, maybe..."
Bosula, with long hair, answered, "maybe our patriarch has already died in his secret room."
This seems to be the best way to answer that question.
However, Zeus did not think so.
He shook his head. "Maybe we'll see the real answer soon."
This time, he, the king of gods, was calculated and had to end himself. Then, what kind of conspiracy would there be behind the whole thing?
Is it just rixler who dominates all this?
Zeus won't believe it!
"Mr. Shenwang, if you continue to chat with us here, your close guard army may be dying. As I said, the defensive force on the flank is stronger."
Zeus smiled coldly: "no, if I talk with you here for a while, I can hold you for a while. After all, as a leader, it is also my duty to reduce the pressure for his subordinates."
"Zeus, what did you say?"
"Where do you get confidence? At this time, there is no need to bluff!"
Originally, posura and musutambo were full of confidence, thinking that they could completely destroy the mysterious team of Zeus. However, now it seems that Zeus is so confident that he is not anxious at all, which makes these two elder level masters of the golden family feel a little confused!
"As dying people, you don't need to know the answer." Zeus said, looking at the double knives in musutambo's hand, and then his eyes turned to posura: "why don't you show your landmark weapon? I haven't seen it for so many years, and I already miss your knight sword."
Posura sneered twice and picked up a long large wooden box on the ground.
When it was opened, a knight's long sword with a cold flash was lying quietly in it.
In Atlantis, this is a rare weapon that is not golden.
"This color looks more pleasing to the eye." Zeus said.
While talking, his palms began to surge with strength, and the surrounding air pressure seemed to become lower.
This aura is as real as it seems that even the light wind is beginning to become heavy.
"Posura, is your new sword easy to use?" Just when Zeus was ready to start, a rough and low voice suddenly sounded on the side: "weapons, or the original comparison to take advantage of it?"
A tall figure wearing a charge jacket, I do not know when it has appeared in the field!
He came silently, unconsciously, but at this time, as soon as he opened his mouth, his aura diverged with the sound, and his whole body began to give people a sense of mountains!
Seeing this person, posura's face immediately changed! It's even obviously white!
"Gattuso?" Posura roared, "this is not your hell's business! Don't get your position wrong!"
Gattuso pointed to his stormsuit: "look carefully, this is not a hell uniform, but a very ordinary dress. This time, I only represent myself, and it has nothing to do with the hell Corps."
With that, he looked at the knight's sword and smiled: "I broke your knight's sword once, and now, I don't mind repeating this behavior again."