More than a week later, a motel in an ordinary town on Route 66 in Arizona.
In the small room, in front of a simple desk, Zuo Han was drinking coffee and staring at the computer screen.
Although the power of the seal caused the degeneration of genetic cells, the highly developed brain was not affected too much. Coupled with He Jinsong's scattered memories, Zuo Han learned how to operate this relatively primitive computer without spending too much time.
He was born from the earth, but has been away for too many years, and needs to re-understand many things.
Over the years, the earth's technological development has been much faster than imagined, but it is still at the stage of level 3 civilization.
Back then, he set up a skynet to imprison himself, so that the truly strong could not enter the earth. Even if the weaker ones could barely enter, their strength would be reduced by half.
However, in this way, although the earth is protected from invasion, it also limits the growth of human beings' own strength. People almost no longer pay attention to their own strength, but focus their energy on other aspects.
There are gains and losses, and the sacrifices behind peace are always beyond imagination.
Zuo Han sighed.
While collecting information, I also forged some things.
A survivor of a fire in an old orphanage, a young man living on the streets... It's a bit miserable, and I can't help but think about it, but at least he is an American citizen and has a legal identity.
As for the name...
Of course it's his real name.
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Zuo Han stretched out and picked up a photo placed on the corner of the table.
Above is a beautiful mixed-race girl. Except for the faint purple in her eyes, the outline of her eyebrows is very similar to that of He Jinsong.
Before looking for a place to vacation, you still have to make a complete commitment to He Jinsong.
He Jinsong, who has the heart of the Holy Son, can generate 100 points of holy power, a hundred times that of ordinary believers. If He Jinsong lives and becomes a saint, as the saint grows, the holy power is likely to increase.
But now, these 100 points of holy power are all his property, and it is also the maximum limit that the body can bear. It will be restored every 24 hours. But if He Jinsong does not fulfill his last wish, he will lose his faith. In that case, he will lose his faith.
, although the strengthened body will not be affected, the holy power will disappear.
Protecting the faith of believers is both a responsibility and an obligation.
I just don’t know what He Jinsong’s wish is.
He Jinsong suffered a gunshot wound, but her desire was not revenge. Was she afraid that those people would hurt her daughter again?
We can't wait too long, we have to go to Boston as soon as possible to find that little girl.
Zuo Han easily took off a moon-shaped glass pendant from the simple desk lamp and played with it in his hand.
A faint white light flashed past, and the chaotic glass became more and more crystal clear, exuding an intoxicating color. Anyone who saw it would not regard it as ordinary.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Zuo Han showed a faint smile.
Converting 5 points of holy power into a diamond seems a bit extravagant. But on Earth with level 3 civilization, this kind of decorative gadget is still very useful.
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Monday, April 30, 20xx.
Harvard Medical School, Cambridge, Massachusetts.
A class had just ended and students were walking out of the classroom one after another. A girl with long hair was stopped by an old professor with a big nose.
"He, I heard that you took a long leave, right?"
The girl was wearing a tight-fitting sportswear, tall, with long black hair, lilac eyes, and a beautiful mixed-race appearance. Faced with the inquiry from the big-nosed old professor, she politely replied: "I need time to go to China to deal with some issues."
thing."
"My dear child, God has given you unparalleled talents, and the devil has also brought you a cruel test." The old professor pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and said sincerely: "I am very concerned about your father's affairs.
Sorry, I hope you can get out of your grief soon. I have some friends in China. If you need anything, you can contact them. This is their phone number..."
"Thank you, Professor Chandler." A flash of hesitation flashed deep in the girl's purple eyes, but she still took the note handed over by the old professor and thanked: "You don't have to worry, I'm just going back to deal with some of his assets.
, will be back soon..."
"Hi, He Ye..." An Oriental girl with a hot figure wearing a low-cut long skirt suddenly appeared at the door and shouted in surprise: "There is a handsome guy looking for you, right outside."
The girl said angrily: "What are you talking about? Didn't you see that I am talking to Professor Chandler?"
The old professor said generously: "It doesn't matter, you go. If you need anything, you can call me anytime."
The girl nodded slightly in greeting and left the classroom.
"Zhang Rongrong, please don't always act like this!" The long-haired girl angrily tapped the hot girl's forehead.
"It's true this time." The hot girl pushed out her towering breasts and said, "He's a Chinese, just at the door. If you don't like it, remember to leave it to me."
"The man is the handsome guy in your eyes, you idiot!" the girl replied as she walked out doubtfully.
Chinese? Rongrong still doesn’t know him. Who is he?
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Walking out of the building, a young man wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt was standing there. The young man wore a pair of glasses and had a gentle appearance. His long silver-gray hair was tied neatly behind his head. Seeing He Ye and Zhang Rongrong,
Showing a warm smile:
"Hello, I'm Zuo Han."
"Hello." He Ye had a good impression of Zuo Han and replied politely: "I don't seem to know you, and I have never heard of your name."
"But after today, we got to know each other, right?" Zuo Han smiled slightly again.
Before He Ye could reply, Zhang Rongrong snorted disdainfully: "Boy, this trick of picking up girls is outdated."
He Ye also smiled and said: "You may have found the wrong person."
"If you are He Ye, I am not wrong." Zuo Han said softly: "I am Mr. He Jinsong's friend."
He Ye's face changed, and his voice became a little cold. "I have nothing to do with him. His friends have nothing to do with me."
Zuo Han looked at He Ye's eyes seriously and sighed: "You and your father seem to have some misunderstandings."
"It has nothing to do with you." He Ye said coldly: "If there is nothing else, I am leaving."
Zuo Han said nothing and stepped aside in a very gentlemanly manner.
A trace of surprise flashed across He Ye's face and he glanced at Zuo Han.
Zuo Han smiled and said, "I came here mainly because I want to get to know you. So that you won't think of me as a bad person when we meet again."
"We won't see each other again." He Ye pulled Zhang Rongrong and left quickly.
The voices of the two women came back intermittently.
"who is he?"
"I didn't know, this inexplicable guy..."
"Hey, if you're not interested, just leave it to me."
"I don't like everything related to that man. If you are my friend, stay away from that white hair."
"Okay, it's really boring..."
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Looking at He Ye's retreating back, Zuo Han shook his head slightly.
Very outstanding appearance, but really bad temperament.
Zuo Han rolled up his sleeves and lightly scratched the inside of his left wrist with his right index finger, and a drop of blood spilled out.
With a flick of his finger, drops of blood hit He Ye's neck.
After it fell on the back of the neck, the blood seeped directly into the skin. In turn, a red mole the size of a needle nose appeared.
He Ye may have felt a little itchy, so he raised his hand and scratched it twice, but didn't care.
The wound on Zuo Han's arm gradually condensed, and it gradually turned into the shape of a small sword, just like the silver sword hanging on his chest. It looked like a scar, but the edges were smooth and neat, as if it were a carefully carved tattoo.
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Zuo Han took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a few puffs. He glanced at the inside of his wrist and slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke.
Haha, I really miss it. The last time I did this kind of guardianship mission was when I first joined the Holy Court.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks.
"I have just taken up my post..." Zuo Han smiled bitterly:
The small sword on the inside of the wrist shines brightly, as if calling for something...
Protective mark.
This mark will always exist until the believer's wish is fulfilled. If He Jinsong's wish was not confirmed, Zuo Han would never use this mark.
As long as He Ye has strong mental fluctuations, the guardian mark on his wrist will indicate the spirit. Depending on the fluctuations, the indications will be different.
This reaction now shows that He Ye is in extreme anger.
But there is another thing that worries Zuo Han.
This guardian mark is condensed by the holy power provided by He Jinsong. To a certain extent, it is also a manifestation of He Jinsong's will. Such a strong reaction shows that He Ye's current emotional trigger is related to He Jinsong's wish.
From this point of view, it doesn't look like pure protection.
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The campus of Harvard University is like a garden, and the medical school is quite classical. The iron gate at the entrance is not big, but it is very tasteful. At this moment, it has a strong romantic atmosphere.
There were originally green lawns on both sides of the stone road, but now the lawn is completely covered by red roses. In the middle of the road, a heart shape is made of roses.
A thin oriental young man stood in the center of the heart, holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand and standing there with a smile.
Behind him were several American youths with playful and smiling faces, holding a sign together. It read in Chinese and English:
"He Ye, I love you."
The surrounding area was filled with students watching the fun, taking photos with their mobile phones and cheering loudly.
In front of the Oriental young man, there was Zhang Rongrong with a helpless look on his face, and He Ye with a gloomy look on his face.
"Li Yuan..." He Ye almost squeezed out the name through his teeth and said coldly: "I'll give you ten seconds, get out of here!"
The young man's face froze slightly, and then as if he didn't hear anything, he raised the rose high and said loudly: "He Ye, I love you, please become my lover!!"
I don’t know who started it, but there was a sparse round of applause, followed by more people. During this period, someone even shouted strangely:
"Promise him!"
"Promise him, promise him..."
Others started to boo, shout, and whistle indiscriminately.
Li Yuan took a sneak peek at He Ye's face, and a triumphant light flashed in his eyes.
There is no girl that I can't catch up with. Now I'll see how you end up. From today on, everyone will think that you are my, Li Yuan's woman.
Many times, romance can make a woman's heart flutter. But more often than not, it can also embarrass people.