HPDBC Chapter 298 On the Eve of the Dialogue
Chapter 298 On the Eve of the Dialogue
After swinging his spear around, Fu Xiaojian was truly enjoying himself.
However, it did wake up the vast majority of the team members.
Fu Xiaojian stood with his spear sheathed, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.
That heavy feeling, originating from "a thousand pounds," also receded like the tide over time.
He was slightly out of breath, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although he can easily control Yang Fan's characteristics.
However, it is difficult for the body to adapt in a short period of time, and the consumption is greater than expected.
This means he cannot replicate indefinitely.
But the dark golden glint in his eyes grew even brighter, and he finally had a means to fight back.
"Aunt Fu? Have you been possessed by Yang Fan?"
Jiao Jiao rubbed her eyes, thinking she had mistaken someone for someone else.
Su Su, however, had already realized what had happened.
The car doors were pushed open one after another.
Shao Bing, wearing his coat, had already realized what was going on.
Wang Hu protected the sleepy Yao Yao without saying anything;
Xiao Wu, Li Miao, Rui Jiaying, and the others all gathered around, their faces a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
Actually, Chen Pei and Ivan were even more concerned than the others.
Chen Pei's motivation stemmed from a thirst for power, while Ivan's was driven by shock at Fu Xiaojian's advancement to Sequence 4.
"I'm so sorry, I couldn't contain myself and disturbed everyone!"
Fu Xiaojian handed the silver spear back to Yang Fan, whose expression was complicated, and nodded to everyone.
A barely suppressed smile, a mixture of exhaustion and delight, appeared on his face.
"Aunt Fu, you've really reached Sequence 4?" Jiao Jiao finally realized.
"Hmm. Sequence 4—City Lord."
"City Lord?" Everyone pondered the word carefully, and then they all grinned.
These past few days have been almost entirely filled with good news, and the team is thriving.
"Alright, everyone go and get some rest. We have important things to do tomorrow."
Fu Xiaojian waved his hand, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and spoke to the crowd that had gathered around him.
"Xiao Luo, you guys need to be extra careful tonight!" Everyone agreed and went back to rest.
Fu Xiaojian took one last look at Xu Si, his gaze extremely complex.
Yang Fan, on the other hand, was completely distraught, like a young boy who had just broken up with his girlfriend.
"Don't worry, I'm just copying your 'traits.' You are still you, your sequence is still your sequence, and I can't copy your combat instincts, combat will, or sequence origins."
A voice came from behind Yang Fan; it was Fu Xiaojian.
Yang Fan's body stiffened slightly, but his grip on the gun tightened.
"And I can not only copy yours, but also other people's. Doesn't that make you feel much better?"
Fu Xiaojian didn't say this in front of everyone because he was afraid of being beaten to death.
Yang Fan turned his head sharply and saw the fleeting, almost sly smile on Fu Xiaojian's face.
It wasn't mockery, but rather a sense of openness after sharing a secret.
Yes, if Captain Fu could replicate everyone's traits, wouldn't that mean he could switch to the most suitable fighting style depending on the enemy?
The defense of Tashan, the burst of power from Su Su, the coordination of Shao Bing, and even Jiao Jiao's healing...
This thought instantly replaced Yang Fan's initial disappointment with a more complex emotion.
It was a shock, and a faint sense of relief that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
I'm glad I'm a member of this team.
Get some rest.
Fu Xiaojian patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the warrior.
He said that because he didn't want Yang Fan to harbor any resentment.
After all, if he wants to use his special abilities, he can't hide them forever.
Night fell once more.
But many people are destined to be sleepless that night.
On the roof of the Nirvana vehicle, Xu Si stared at the night sky, which was shrouded in a hazy mist from the mudflats.
The mute throat was unusually quiet, so quiet that one could hear the sound of one's own blood flowing and the slow rotation of the origin of the sequence.
Feeling the medicine being digested more quickly in his body, he silently calculated when he would take the medicine next time.
Sequence 5, he had never longed for it so much.
He couldn't express his feelings; it was like a beach after the tide had receded, revealing the true depths of his heart.
"call"
Finally, all the complexity culminated in a long sigh.
The night passed silently, and the convoy awoke even earlier than the rising of the blood-red sun.
It was agreed yesterday that the convoy will not start today.
We will set off again after we make contact with the Guangming team.
Xu Si wasn't woken up by the noise.
Instead, they were awakened by an omnipresent, silent atmosphere of tension and anticipation.
Today is different from the past.
Su Su's punches were lighter, faster, and so sharp that they were almost inaudible.
Jiao Jiao, unusually, didn't stay in bed. She climbed out of the chariot early, staring at Xiao Luo with a hesitant look, as if she wanted to go forward but felt it was inappropriate.
At the same time, his eyes would occasionally dart toward the motionless red-haired figure on the roof of the "Nirvana" car.
Wang Hu braided Yao Yao's hair and changed her into a new outfit.
The rest of the team seemed to realize this as well and made almost the same choice.
Today is not a special day.
But after today, it will definitely become an extremely special day.
"Little Luo, for such an important day, you should wear something new!"
Jiao Jiao finally found a suitable excuse and stepped forward to pat Xiao Luo on the shoulder like a big sister.
Even though no one will see the new clothes, the sense of ceremony is still essential.
Xiao Luo looked down at his clothes, which were now completely ruined, and nervously pinched the hem of his shirt.
"Sister Jiaojiao, I...I don't have any other clothes."
Jiao Jiao was taken aback, after all, the convoy had not only obtained food at the military base, but also various military uniforms and supplies.
However, judging from Ronaldinho's height, there's definitely no one there who would be a good fit for him.
Jiao Jiao immediately turned around and ran back to the chariot. After searching for a while, she took out an ordinary red sweatshirt, which was one of the clothes that Xu Si had brought back from the supermarket.
Su Su rejected this color, while Jiao Jiao has the 'purification' property and doesn't need to change clothes, so she saved the color.
"Here, this is for you! Today is your big day!"
The hoodie was all red, with only a cat logo on the chest. Jiao Jiao tried it on Xiao Luo and it fit her perfectly.
Xiao Luo took it, and the thick, crisp feel of the fabric made him feel somewhat dazed.
"What? You dare to refuse this young lady?" Jiao Jiao said irritably, hands on her hips, issuing a threat that was utterly harmless.
"Thank you, Sister Jiao Jiao!" Xiao Luo took a deep breath and put on the red hoodie.
"Don't mention it!" Jiao Jiao patted his back generously, so hard that Xiao Luo stumbled forward.
"Stand tall and keep your heads up! You'd better perform well later and not embarrass our team!"
Jiao Jiao looked on with satisfaction, as if watching her younger brother perform on stage. After saying that, she added in a low voice.
"Don't worry if you accidentally say something wrong, Sister Jiao Jiao will protect you!"
"Thank you, Sister Jiao Jiao, I will!" Xiao Luo nodded earnestly.
The sky changed from deep black to a murky gray-blue, and the blood-red sun finally leaped over the horizon.
The fog slowly dissipated, and everyone had some free time after breakfast.
There was no need to drive; everyone was waiting for the midday communication.