Chapter 869 Go meet our father

"You are all heroes of Daxia." Lin Fan said, "But...this time, Daxia cannot give you a heroic song."

"The soldiers on the Great Steel Wall cannot salute you and say goodbye."

"Because they are still sleeping, not because they are snoozing, nor because they disrespect you, but because... there is a bigger battle to fight next."

"The decisive battle with Poseidon."

As soon as these words came out, the heroic spirits nodded slightly.

"It's a bit regretful." A heroic spirit said with a smile: "But it's not that we regret that brothers can't salute us, but..."

"I can't participate in the next battle."

"It's a pity that we can't have a decisive battle with Poseidon."

Suddenly, a heroic spirit said: "Commander-in-Chief, gather us into the Shura Army and let us fight for the last time in Daxia!"

Countless heroic spirits suddenly requested to become the Shura Army.

Even if his soul is gone from now on.

It’s also the final battle for Daxia!

For the curse of the sea beast, at this moment, he actually yearned to become a heroic spirit.

Lin Fan was silent.

"No," Lin Fan shook his head: "I know your thoughts, and Daxia also knows it."

"But Daxia doesn't need you to be in a state of despair over it."

"Don't worry, Daxia, I'm waiting for you."

"Eighteen years from now, or even shorter... when you come back, Daxia will still be there, still there."

"This land is still your home and will always be your home."

"As for the next battle... don't worry. Brothers will win." Lin Fan's eyes sparkled slightly and he smiled: "Because we still have to wait for you to come back."

Daxia has been standing to this day and owes a lot.

The blood of countless ancestors.

The lives of countless soldiers.

The departure of countless brothers.

How could it be lost in glory like that!

The next battle must be won!

Even if it’s for those who left, we must win!

"Brothers will win..."

A heroic spirit looked at the warriors sleeping soundly on the Great Wall and smiled slightly: "I believe them too."

"I believe too."

"Okay, Commander-in-Chief, we have made an appointment. When I come back, you are still waiting for us. Daxia is still waiting for us. If you break the contract, when you go down, we don't care who you are as Commander-in-Chief, we will form a group to kick your ass .”

"Yeah. We've made an appointment." Lin Fan smiled and then said, "Five minutes, the last five minutes."

"I block the rules of life and death, and you can take one last look at the person you can't let go of."

"Then...go to the underworld and fight reincarnation!"

A heroic spirit grinned, and suddenly no longer had the fear of death in his heart. He just sneered and said: "Haha, I miss my senior brother too. I just want to fight side by side with him again!"

"Brothers over there, wait patiently!"

"Haha, it's interesting. Now I'm not alone when I die. Commander, remember to burn more arms for me! I want a big one!"

"It's over," You Yingling's face turned pale: "My senior brother said before he died that he wanted me to live well. If he saw me down there, he would kick me half to death..."

"Okay, no more talking, Commander-in-Chief, let's go!"

Heroic spirits drifted away one by one, and their ethereal bodies between life and death passed through the Great Steel Wall without disturbing any warriors, traveling to various parts of Daxia.

Lin Fan wiped the corners of his eyes.

Although these heroic spirits are deliberately joking.

but.

Parting always makes people sad.

The most important thing is that in this era of the arrival of gods, parting is often a matter of life and death.

The comrades who were joking with you one second and discussing where to eat after the battle may not be seen again the next second.

But the last encounter was so casual that there was no time to say goodbye formally. It was so ordinary that people didn't realize that this was the last time they met.

On the Great Steel Wall, a sword cultivator who forced himself to sleep suddenly burst into tears as an old friend came to him in his dream.

The figure stroked his sword and said with a smile: "Junior brother, if you are not talented, it will be difficult to see you again in the future."

"Senior brother, there is nothing left to keep, except for a sword, please keep an eye on it."

"This is also Senior Brother's last sword, and it should be regarded as a farewell gift to you and me."

"Junior brother, look at this sword!"

"Buzz!"

In the dream, the sword energy soared into the sky!

"This is senior brother's realization between life and death. Feel it carefully. If you are defeated in the future, you can use this sword and you may be able to survive."

The figure walked farther and farther, and no matter how much the swordsman shouted, he could not catch up. Finally, he paused slightly: "Junior brother, don't send me away."

"Live well."

"Senior brother, go and accompany Master."

A blood-stained sword floated up from the sea water, gently wiping away the tears on the sword cultivator's face.

A little Taoist priest stretched out his hand as if sleepwalking, and murmured with tears: "Master... don't leave..."

"You always say that I am stupid. I finally learned how to memorize the Tao Te Ching. Master... don't leave yet. I will recite it to you..."

"The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao; the name can be named, but it is not named."

"Unnamed, the beginning of heaven and earth, named, the mother of all things."

"Therefore, always have no desire in order to observe its wonderfulness, and always have desire in order to observe its pleasure."

Amidst the sound of scriptures in the dream, the little Taoist priest knelt down and recited, his eyes blurred with tears as he looked at the figure getting further and further away: "Master, you praise me, you see I can recite it... Please don't leave, okay?" good."

At the end of the dream, in the place of chaos, the figure suddenly paused, with a smile on his lips: "You have grown up... I have sent you here as a teacher. You can walk on your own in the future."

The dead are still smiling, but the living are crying.

And the other side.

Mr. Zhang quickly treated the injuries of the Daxia gods, and Lin Fan also finished his own business.

In the sky, there was already the buzz of fighter planes. They were supersonic fighters sent by Daxia.

"Are you leaving?" Mr. Zhang wiped his sweat, came to Lin Fan's side, looked at the wound on Lin Fan's shoulder and said, "I'll take care of it for you right away..."

"No need!" Lin Fan said quickly: "Some injuries are useful, so it's better to keep them."

After all, Poseidon is no fool.

There are no injuries on the body, so it’s hard to explain.

The Ocean God's army that he brought was completely wiped out, and he just escaped unscathed. This didn't seem right.

If he even sewed up the wound... Poseidon would have felt something was wrong.

"It has to be miserable to make Poseidon believe it!" Lin Fan suddenly said: "By the way, Mr. Zhang, you can really help me deal with it."

"Put some makeup on my wounds to make them look more ferocious. Also get more wounds on my body."

"Of course, don't hurt my muscles, don't affect my fight, just look as miserable as possible."

Mr. Zhang: "..."

They are really more perverted than the other.

Bai Qi had severed a major artery and felt a little numb in his legs.

Now you ask me to deal with the injury, but you end up doing the opposite, making it even more miserable?

I am the medical god who saves lives and heals the wounded!

Are you a bit insulting to my profession?

Mr. Zhang sighed, and could only pick up the scalpel and said, "Be patient, it might hurt."

The scalpel, with a cold glow, slashed across Lin Fan's body, and the skin was cut everywhere!

Not long after.

Lin Fan's body was covered in blood and flesh!

In addition to the injuries on his shoulders, there were several more bloody wounds on his body.

He looked extremely miserable, with his skin and flesh turned out.

But in fact, it was just a flesh wound. As expected of Mr. Zhang, his mastery of human body structure has reached its peak. The scalpel accurately cut through Lin Fan's skin tissue, but did not damage the muscles and blood vessels underneath it at all.

Lin Fan didn't even shed much blood, but the injuries on his body looked almost half-dead, which was too horrible to look at!

It's just that the process is a bit painful, after all, the scalpel actually cuts the skin.

It is impossible to fight with anesthesia. Once the reaction speed is affected, the next battle that is already unfavorable will be lost!

"How's it going? Is it okay?" Mr. Zhang frowned.

Lin Fan looked at the several hideous wounds on his body, gasped in pain and said, "Okay."

"Does it hurt?" Xingye asked worriedly, her eyes full of heartache. She was a gentle girl. Even the assassination with a knife did not make the deceased feel any pain and died peacefully.

Lin Fan gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't hurt at all! It doesn't hurt at all!"

"boom!"

The fighter plane slowly descended, the cabin opened, and the violent airflow crushed the angry waves layer by layer!

Lin Fan raised his head and glanced at the fighter plane.

The time has come.

"Going to find Poseidon, you should be prepared here." Lin Fan told the gods of Daxia, and then looked at Lu Bu: "Let's go and see our dear father."

"Haha, the long-lost father's love." Lu Bu smiled strangely. Fang Tian's painted halberd trembled slightly and licked his lips, "I can't wait."