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Chapter Thirty: Golden Memories

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    The ominous premonition became stronger and Fang Lang's mood became more restless.  It seemed that there was something guiding him in the dark, but this ethereal thing that couldn't be touched or caught made him feel an unreasonable anger. Fang Lang had never liked things that he couldn't control.  , this feeling is the same.

    But this feeling is lingering around me, and it is not something that can be escaped by relying on one's own strength.  All Fang Lang could do was to solve the incident that made him feel this way.

    Fang Lang found Bai Yaksha, and after explaining everything carefully, he resolutely returned to the tower.  It was deserted as expected, with only the corpses of heavenly beings lying on the ground. It was clear at a glance that they were very indestructible.  Fang Lang didn't bother to bother with them and immediately entered the spacecraft.

    As soon as you come in, the bad feeling is amplified.  Fang Lang felt something was wrong and rushed towards the control room without thinking. He had told them to go to the power room first to solve the sending problem.

    If something happens, that¡¯s the only place you can think of.

    "I hope nothing happens to Quanzang and Takasugi!!"

    It just so happens that these two people are also what worries Fang Lang the most.

    Quan Zang felt a little breathless.  Cold sweat flowed down his cheeks. He gritted his teeth and tried to keep his eyes open.  He could not see the buttons on the console clearly, and could vaguely see a few drops of sweat falling on it. No matter how he pressed the buttons on it, neither the door nor the iron block on the chair would move at all.

    I can¡¯t remember exactly when I changed from standing to sitting on my knees, and my anxiety is of no use.

    As it became increasingly difficult to breathe, Takasugi also understood that the enemy wanted to suffocate them here.  The oxygen available for breathing was getting thinner and thinner, and Takasugi felt that he was almost able to open his eyes.  My head is getting heavier and heavier, and my vision is getting darker and darker.

    ¡°Ah¡­I can¡¯t hold on anymore.

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    The wind blows like golden waves one after another.  The three of them sat side by side and kicked up their little feet.

    The wind came with the fragrance of wheat, blowing the hair of the three people.  At that time, Gui's hair was still short, and like them, it would be blown up by the wind.  The corners of his clothes were also blown up by the wind, and then he chased against the wind in the setting sun.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Even Sakata Gintoki, who never likes to be too lazy to talk and has no expression, will show a rare smile.  Playing on the field ridges, throwing themselves into the straw warmed by the sun, or hiding inside, waiting for Teacher Songyang to come to them.  I could smell the smell of straw in the darkness. I was buried side by side with Gui, and I heard Teacher Songyang calling my name and snickering.

    Gintoki always plays the role of a whistleblower. He rarely hangs out with Takasugi and Katsura. He seems to think that running around is a waste of time and it would be better to sleep more in the classroom.  Although he didn't know where Takasugi and Gui would be hiding, there would always be some resonance between the children.

    Gintoki would hold Teacher Songyang¡¯s hand and jog, then stop at a straw somewhere and tell Songyang that the two people were here.

    There was a lot of straw stuck to the body, and the dirty one was picked up from the straw pile by Teacher Songyang and brought back to the small home to eat and study.  Teacher Songyang always smiled patiently and never got angry at what they did. Everyday dinner was also something they looked forward to.

    When they were young, all they expected was this little happiness.

    Growing from boyhood to youth, the sky is no longer blue.

    The pain spread throughout the body, and warm liquid seemed to flow out of the eyes - those were tears.

    In the vague consciousness, there is always that warm yellow color.

    I imitated that person¡¯s long hair. In the final analysis, I was just chasing that person¡¯s back.  Gui often has the idea of ??becoming that person, but he also knows very well that this is impossible.  You can never become the teacher you dream of.

    Burning fields, alien beings, disasters falling from the sky.  Everything seems to be changing drastically, leaving people unprepared and without any defense.

    Teacher Songyang stubbornly guarded his small hut, and the teenagers who were almost adults raised their weapons, just to protect the courtyard where they once laughed and laughed, and where the sound of reading remained.

    That is an inviolable territory, a forbidden place in the hearts of young people.  But under the cannon fire of heavenly beings, they also disappeared without a trace.  The admiring teacher was taken away, and the seeds of hatred were planted in the hearts of young children.

    The movement to repel the barbarians and the war spread.

    The beginning of everything is in the hut that is always glowing with gold, and the beginning of everything is in the sky that is dyed black by heaven and man.

    Black cloudsSuddenly a big mouth opened, and the sun entered the world, turning the cold limbs into warmth - so warm that it made people want to cry, and made people force themselves to open their eyes.

    That is not reality, it is just your own illusion. You must open your eyes and wake up.

    A touch of warmth passed through the corner of his eyes.

    Gui opened his eyes suddenly and just sat up, the pain of tearing his abdomen forced him to lie back down again.  The lights hanging overhead flickered, not warm sunlight, but dazzling incandescent light.

    There is a plaster on my forehead, a quilt covering my body, and I can feel a bandage on my abdomen.

    "here it is¡­¡­?"

    The fact that he was not dead swirled in his heart, which made Gui feel lucky and painful.  He was almost held down and beaten by the heavenly being, without the ability to fight back.

    "Fang Lang"

    When Gao Shan opened his eyes, Fang Lang was beside him.

    Takasugi raised his hand, and there were red marks on his wrist from struggling against the steel buckle.  In the fantasy just now, there was Katsura, Gintoki, and Teacher Shoyo.

    That is really a warm fantasy.

    At least it¡¯s warmer than the cold sound of instruments coming from around you now.

    "What's the situation now?"

    "It has ended."

    Fang Lang pressed his hand back.  "Have a good rest, Gintoki and I have solved it."

    Takasugi closed his eyes again.

    Since it is a victory, there is nothing to worry about.  But Fang Lang's next words made him uneasy again.

    "Guihasn't come back yet." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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