Chapter 194: (1/2)

The scars that I can't forget so far are bound to be unforgettable. sC saw the reaction of the family around him again, Xiaosha seemed to have some memories brought back, and buried his head slightly, holding Ji Bai's iron helmet into silence.

Ji Bai was not in a hurry to get the iron helmet back, but was silent like this, and drank tea by himself.

Neither was surprised or dissatisfied with this, and completely ignored the strange look on him, and took the bread to gnaw.

The taste is surprisingly good, well, compared to the tasteless dry food, which does not pay attention to the taste.

”Miss waiter, I think I should be able to finish the meal here?” Ji Bai stared at the tea in the cup.

.of course can. ”Miss Maoerniang forced a smile, nodded timidly, turned around and walked into the back kitchen with some unfavorable legs and feet.

The sense of irreconcilable subtlety flooded this small restaurant for a while, and the vigilance and alienation that pervaded the air had almost condensed into substance. Uncle Xianshi, you should put this on. F was silent for a long time, and Xiaosha handed over the iron helmet.

Ji Bai didn't respond, nor did he reach out to pick it up. Bowl after bowl of tea, although it was not expensive tea, nor did it mean to savor it, it was like a reckless alcoholic who considers his own mind and relieves his sorrow.

Upon seeing this, Xiaosha did not interfere any more.

After a while, the dishes came up, very light, even tasteless.

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But Ji Bai ate a lot.

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Using various seasonings as an excuse to adjust the dishes to suit their taste, unknowingly, the taste is far worse than the original taste.

Have you forgotten the original taste, or have you never tasted it?

In the shop, with Ji Bai's silence, there was only the crackling sound of dry wood burning in the stove.

The red-burning cheeks were blown by the cold wind in front of the shop, and the sinking consciousness was immediately pulled out of the mire.

Ji Bai walked aimlessly on this strange and foreign street.

Looking up again, as if to re-examine this foreign land.

Nolan City, the former trading capital of the Yacat tribe.

The glory of the past sinks under the iron hoof of the alien race, and what is left is full of sadness.

The fellows who are fortunate enough to walk in their homeland meet like a stranger, walking like a stranger, like a puppet with a disheartened heart.

Why did you let yourself come here?

Ji Bai felt puzzled more than once.

Or in other words, why would I bite the bullet and come here?

Where is this dilapidated town worth stopping for? How can you test your faith?

Is it just these homeless. Are you a stranger who has been squeezed endlessly, but resigned to it?

Well, that vampire got the wrong definition from the beginning. F light novel The knight's sword is swung for peace, and the knight's spear is for justice. That's right, that's right.

But whether it's ‘peace’ or ‘justice’, these words are all made for human beings. In other words, the life and death of foreign races is not within their jurisdiction.

Human beings are weak, and I have tried my best if I want to go.