An armed helicopter, carrying strong winds, landed slowly beside the coastline.
Ye Fan walked off the plane wearing a dark red cloak and a straight knife on his waist.
His eyes swept across the distant sea level. Under the sun, the waves surged on the sea surface, stirring up large white waves. Although there were some wind and waves, it was generally calm.
Ye Fan squinted and stared at the other end of the horizon, wondering what he was thinking.
A moment later, an illusory carriage passed through the city behind it and slowly stopped beside Ye Fan. The book boy driving the carriage bowed respectfully to Ye Fan.
"Hello, Commander Ye."
"Um."
Ye Fan looked back at the carriage and saw Master Chen stepping out of the carriage, holding a tea cup in his left hand, patting the gray-white robe on his body with his right hand, and sighed.
"What big thing is going to happen again?"
"yes."
Ye Fan smiled helplessly.
He was about to say something when the phone suddenly rang.
Ye Fan answered the phone.
"Hello? Zuo Qing? What's wrong?"
"..."
"What?" Ye Fan was stunned, "They rushed into the fog on clouds to save Zhou Ping? Where did they get the method of walking in the fog?"
"..."
"Shaopingge?"
Ye Fan frowned slightly, "Why did he get involved?"
"..."
"Okay, I understand... always pay attention to the movements of the northern fog, and let me know as soon as they come back."
Ye Fan hung up the phone, his expression was a little depressed, and he let out a long sigh.
"What? Something happened again?" Master Chen raised his eyebrows.
"Lin Qiye and those boys are really not afraid of death." Ye Fan cursed and said, "At this critical moment, a reserve team of them dared to rush into the fog. Do they know how dangerous it is?
I have solemnly warned them, why didn't they listen?
Grandma’s…”
Ye Fan was really angry, and he rarely used foul language. He talked a lot with Lin Qiye, but he didn't listen to a word, turned around and rushed into the fog head-first.
Master Chen looked at Ye Fan for a long time and laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" Ye Fan glared at him.
"Do you know what you look like now?"
"like what?"
"Like an old father of a group of rebellious children." Master Chen said with a smile.
"..." Ye Fan snorted coldly, "I'm doing this all for their own good."
"Look! It looks more like it!"
"..."
Didi didi——!
Just as the two were talking, the horn of a battery car came from not far away, and a young man wearing a bright yellow delivery jacket and a helmet on his head rode a car and swayed to the two of them.
"Lu Wuwei, you came too late." Ye Fan said.
Lu Wuwei took off his helmet and shrugged, "The car ran out of battery on the way. It took a while to charge."
As if he remembered something, he got off the battery car, opened the insulator at the rear of the car, took out two cups of milk tea, opened one for himself, and then handed one to Ye Fan.
"Did you buy milk tea on the way?" Ye Fan's mouth twitched slightly.
"No, I was delivering this takeout order, and then you called me, and I rushed here straight away, and I didn't even have time to deliver the order." Lu Wuwei said with some melancholy, "I'm going to be complained again..."
"Why did you give it to him but not to me?" Master Chen asked doubtfully.
Lu Wuwei glanced at him and said lightly, "Old people should drink less sweet things."
Master Chen:......
"The person who placed the order was unlucky enough. He ordered two cups of milk tea and was immediately cut off by the two of you." Master Chen chuckled.
"Everything is for Daxia." Ye Fan glanced at the outer packaging of the milk tea, saw the name of the orderer, and raised his eyebrows, "Three-nine range? What a strange name..."
"By the way, why haven't you come yet? Haven't you come out yet?" Master Chen looked around and asked.
"I asked Zuo Qing to call him. He should be here soon."
Ye Fan lowered his head and looked at the time.
at this time,
In the void, several lines of green characters suddenly appeared out of thin air.
#-*-coding:UTF-8-*-
#Filename:helloworld.py
#authorby:G-Z
＞＞＞print('HelloWorld!')
When the last character appeared, all the characters disappeared out of thin air, and then, a group of virtual codes gathered in the air and turned into a human form.
A middle-aged man wearing a black and white plaid shirt and a peaked cap walked out of the code, raised his head slightly, and pushed the black-rimmed glasses under the brim of his right hand with his middle finger. The lenses reflected white light.
"Hey, long time no see, everyone." He grinned.
"It's been almost three years, and you are finally out of isolation." Ye Fan said quietly.
"After the new algorithm was upgraded, there were too many bugs, and there was nothing I could do."
Guan Zai spread his hands helplessly, and at the same time glanced at everyone, "So many people are here today? By the way, where is my brother Zhou Ping? Why didn't he come?"
Hearing the word Zhou Ping, Ye Fan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but fell into silence in the end.
Guan Zai keenly noticed that something was wrong and frowned slightly.
"Ye Fan, where is Zhou Ping?"
"He went abroad."
"Why go abroad?"
"Go and save people." Ye Fan slowly recounted the previous events to Guan Zai.
After hearing this, Guan Zai's face became serious, "He went to the fog alone. What if he was intercepted by those foreign gods? No... no, where is he now? I will go over and help him..."
All around him, virtual characters appeared one after another, seeming to wrap him up.
"You can't go." Ye Fan suddenly said.
"Why?!"
"We need you more here."
"What about Zhou Ping?" Guan Zai frowned, his face a little gloomy, "This matter is definitely not as simple as robbing a city, you can't not see it, right? If their target is Zhou Ping, then he is now
The situation is very dangerous!”
"I believe Zhou Ping can solve the matter by himself. What we have to do now is to fulfill our responsibilities as the ceiling of mankind." Ye Fan said calmly, "If you leave, just the three of us, if you can't stop the Egyptian God
The attack...you know what's going to happen."
"Then what should I do if he can't solve it on his own?" Guan Zai said in a deep voice.
"he can."
"Why are you so sure?!"
"Just because he is my Sword Master of Great Xia!"
Ye Fan and Guan Zai stood face to face, their gazes were extremely aggressive, neither one was willing to be outdone, and a faint wind burst out from between the two of them.
On the side, Lu Wuwei saw this scene. After hesitating for a moment, he planned to step forward to persuade.
At this moment, a hand put his shoulder.
Master Chen stood behind him and shook his head silently.