Chapter 763 (2/2)
Feng Yueying bit her lower lip and nodded. Her eyes were full of expectation and ”um” sound.
Night falls, Ye Fan accompanied Feng Yueying in the nursing ward, has been quietly waiting.
Feng Xiaohui's situation is very special, Ye Fan dare not leave the ward.
Du Yuner went to buy some delicious takeout food for the two people. After all, the taste of the food in the hospital was very ordinary.
After dinner, Ye Fan asks Du Yuner to go to luoneida, takes a laptop and looks at the medical data of the earth's axis in the ward.
”Brother Ye Fan, have you found a way to save angel?” Du Yuner asked softly.
”How can it be so easy By the way, how can you also know about angel? ”Ye Fan wondered.
”I told yun'er that you mentioned it when you were not there.” Feng Yueying said strangely, ”husband, is angel your first love?”
Seeing the two women looking at him with gossip, Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry and said, ”what first love? When I met angel, she was only 13 years old.”.
”Ah? So small? ” Feng Yueying said, ”I thought she was a beautiful woman.”.
”If angel can grow up smoothly, she should be a beautiful woman, but For me, her soul is the most beautiful, ”Ye Fan murmured to herself.
”Husband, don't you say you will tell me about angel? Tell me now,” Feng Yueying said.Ye Fan thinks it's good to let Feng Yueying shift his attention. Don't worry about Feng Xiaohui all the time, so he nodded and said, ”you may already know that I was taken in by old-ones people and bound overseas. After selection and hard training of life and death, I was selected by the black Emperor and became his disciple
I started my career when I was 13 years old. I officially took the code name of ”Fallon” as a killer. I killed people all over the world. By the time I was 17 years old, I was already the killer with the highest reward price in the world
My killing efficiency and the number of enemies killed on the battlefield were all record breaking. At that time, I killed people to the point of numbness. Of course, when I opened my eyes every day, there were countless people who wanted to kill me for various purposes... ”
Ye Fan tells the story leisurely, remembering the past years in her mind. The two women listen quietly and gradually immerse themselves in the past time of Ye Fan
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On the vast African grassland, a river meanders past.
A piece of land far away from the river was reclaimed and became a small market.
Local natives and people from nearby towns will come here to exchange the most primitive goods for daily necessities.
Currency, in this kind of country, is totally meaningless. Abnormal inflation makes this African country's currency no different from toilet paper.
Where there are people, there is business to do.
There are several small stalls in the north of the market. The stall owners sell pancakes made of cassava flour and soup made from wild vegetables on the grassland, as well as some smoked pheasant and boar meat.
Things are rough, but it's not easy to fill your stomach with decent food in this backward land.
A young looking man with black hair and yellow skin, dressed in a camouflage jacket and full of unconcerned indifference, was sitting in a booth, and a man occupied a wooden table.
He gulps down soup and nibbles on boar meat. In front of him is a ceramic basin with several cassava cakes in it.
Such a meal is absolutely abundant here, enough for many black natives and civilians passing by to swallow their mouths.
The young man was devouring, and three skinny black children, who looked five or six years old, at most seven or eight years old, came up.
The biggest of them, the little girl, held a broken pottery bowl and held it out to the young man.
The three children smelled the food and were eager to swallow their saliva. They looked at the stranger and begged for something to eat.
”Kind hearted man, my two brothers and I have nothing to eat for two days. Can you give us some cassava cakes Only half of us, the three of us, would be fine... ” Said the little black girl in her native language, whether the young man understood it or not.
The man looked up, cold eyes fell on the three children, ”three people, half a cake, enough to eat?”
One mouth, the man spoke the aboriginal language of the tribe skillfully.