The sea in the distance is dark and there is no longer the gentle and wireless scenery of the sun, which makes people imagine. There are only the sound of waves that rise with the waves, accompanied by the unknowns in the endless darkness.

Nighthawk and Wen Ye stood shoulder to shoulder on the deck, looking at the dark black as deep as ink, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Do you smoke?" Master Wen took out a box of cigarettes from his arms and handed them to Nighthawk one.

Nighthawk smiled and took the smoke and said self-deprecatingly: "What a pity, there is smoke but no fire."

With a crisp sound, Wen Ye handed the lighter he was playing in front of the cigarette: "I have it."

Ye Ying smiled, took a deep breath, and slowly enjoyed the feeling of tobacco numbing the whole body. The slight coldness also drifted away with the small smoke rings that were vomited out.

"Do you miss home?" Master Wen vomited smoke rings, as if asking casually.

"Home, haha, I have no home anymore, the army is all about me." Nighthawk was a little sad. This was his always hurt. Thinking of his tragic death, he always woke him up from his dream.

"I am alone very early, just like you. I have been wandering around for so many years. When will I have a home?" Mr. Wen seemed to have fallen into his thoughts from his question just now, and his expression was solemn and silent.

Two silent men were smoking cigarettes quietly. After smoking one, they came to another. At this time, they silently expressed their memories over the years, allowing the two of them to quietly revise their thoughts for a period of time.

"Have you ever thought about what you would do if you don't join the army one day?" After a long silence, Master Wen broke the silence.

"No, I never thought about it. Since I put on the military uniform, I never thought about taking it off. This is probably my destination." Nighthawk said firmly. This is also the promise he made in front of his father's grave many years ago, and everything he pursued in life.

"What is it for?" Wen Ye was very curious, as if he wanted to know everything about Nighthawk.

"There are actually many things for you, but thinking about it, there are few pitiful things. I have my youth, my ideals, my ambitions, and my lovely brothers in distress.

I cannot abandon everything. Without these, my foundation of being a human being will be completely cut off. Perhaps I will not find the happiness of living." Nighthawk said quickly, revealing what he thought in his heart, as if he could say it to the elegant person in front of him. It was a very happy thing.

Master Wen nodded: "I admire your choice very much. You are a good soldier and a loyal warrior. China just needs more talents like you." Master Wen said with emotion, as if there were endless reverie, hidden in the deep darkness, which was unimaginable.

"Will we meet again after tomorrow?" Nighthawk suddenly didn't say much to the mysterious man in front of him, but every question asked him a little reluctant to leave.

"Haha" Master Wen smiled mysteriously: "I'll have silver rays left tonight, especially if I meet you. I'm afraid that I will be the one who will be separated from the mountains tomorrow, and life and death will be in the dark." After saying these two mindless words, Master Wen shook the hand of the nighthawk hard, and turned around and left with a smile.

It soon disappeared behind the container. In the cold night, only his strong laughter and lingering sound remained.

Nighthawk was a little confused. What happened in the end? He was a rough man and didn't understand what Wen Ye said. He always felt that Wen Ye always gave people a very friendly feeling, but he always had a mysterious feeling that made people unable to understand. Perhaps he was also a very story-prone person, and Nighthawk was thinking complicatedly in his heart.

Turning around, Nighthawk walked back to the container, Ah Cheng was still waiting by the door. When he saw him coming, he smiled and lifted up the wind light to open the way for him. When Nighthawk entered the door, Ah Cheng turned around silently and closed the door with a bang. He returned to this small world and temporarily lost contact with the outside world.

"What are you talking about?" Old Zhou came up and asked curiously. Even Old Zhou could not understand something even if he was a person like Wen.

"It's nothing. I just chatted a few times, asked about my situation, smoked a few cigarettes, and it was gone." Nighthawk spread his hands, saying what happened just now as if he was innocent. His expression was like a primary school student being punished by a teacher to stand.

Old Zhou shook his head and said to himself, "What an incomprehensible person." He sighed, returned to the corner on the side, closed his eyes and rested.

This is a separate "room". It is called a room, but it is actually a large cargo box. The other side is sealed, and there is only a small door open on the side where you come in. It is extremely secret. It seems that it has been prepared for them.

The furnishings inside are extremely simple, so simple that there are no decorations. There are only two beds for them to rest temporarily. No matter how many of them are, they are folded tables and small puppets scattered under the bed. It seems that Master Wen didn't want to keep them for long, everything is just a temporary backup.

The surrounding walls were repainted with thick newspapers. Although they could not see their original appearance, the stench emitted still made everyone frown.

Fortunately, the container is not completely closed. There are many hollows connected around so that they can breathe fresh air and not be suffocated to death.

The container was divided into two, and the men were lying together in crowded capacity. At this moment, they were already asleep. The room inside was slightly spacious and not so narrow, with a single bed, and the military spear was lying quietly on it. Nighthawk lifted the curtain and walked in.

Monroe sat next to Jun Shi with red eyes, staring at his pale face without turning around. Since she woke up, she had already learned from Meng Fei's mouth that Jun Shi was injured.

She was very moved. During her lifetime of many disasters, she could still meet the man who was protecting her with her life. She felt like she was in a dream.

When she heard the monkey tell her the final last words of the military sect, she cried, crying with great sadness and joy. She was so stupid and sad that the military sect could still think of her happiness at the last moment. She proved that she had not chosen the wrong person. They were tears of tears of joy.

She silently grabbed Junta's hand and sweared secretly, "I will follow him for the rest of my life."

At this moment, when he saw Nighthawk coming in, Monroe stood up with a smile and gave the chair under her to Nighthawk.

Nighthawk waved his hand, looked at Monroe, who looked very haggard, and said worriedly: "You haven't slept for three days, so take a good rest. You are like this now, even if this kid wakes up, I'm afraid I won't recognize you."

Monroe was stunned! Yes, it was indeed a long time since she woke up. She has been waiting by the side of the Juntao and has been sleeping endlessly. She was always afraid that once she fell asleep, the Juntao would go quietly. She felt that as long as she was with the Juntao, the Juntao would definitely wake up. Perhaps one morning, she could see the smiling Juntao in the hazy state.

However, as soon as Nighthawk reminded him, a sense of sleepiness followed and instantly stormed all over his body.

It was indeed too sleepy. When he opened his mouth, Monroe smiled embarrassedly.

"Just lie here and sleep for a while. It's okay, I'm here, this kid can't die." Nighthawk comforted Monroe.

Monroe nodded, pulled over the chair, and lay down on the edge of the bed. She almost fell asleep as soon as she lay down. She was so tired that after a while, Nighthawk actually heard a slight snoring.

Ye Ying smiled, turned to look at the army sect that was still unconscious, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Jiang Sect, Jun Sect, you are not dead. It seems that you have picked up a big advantage this time." Ye Ying said jokingly, feeling more happy for the army sect.

Marrying Monroe into the door has become the military sect's greatest wish, so he will protect her regardless of everything. This is probably love, Nighthawk murmured.

He sat down beside the bed, and something creaked his waist. Nighthawk reached out to take out an item from his waist. It was the treasure knife given to him by the dying Matsumoto.

Nighthawk slowly pulled out the blade, and the cold light was still there, and the water traces were like waves. It instantly flowed across the entire bedroom. It was a shiny and shining brightly. It was indeed a good knife, although it was given to him by Matsumoto. However, as he said, it should be the original owner. It was originally the thing of the ancestors, and such a good knife should have a great origin. Nighthawk decided to study it carefully when he went back, and maybe it would be a peerless treasure knife that was unparalleled.

Looking at the sharp blade, before he knew it, he returned to the castle and remembered Matsumoto, who was sitting in a pool of blood and laughing desperately, and a hint of sympathy appeared in his heart.

The knock on the door sounded again, and Acheng stood at the door with a smile.

"Everyone, the boat that picked you up has arrived. The boss is waiting for you outside and is going to see you off."

Finally, Lao Zhou excitedly told everyone that he would go home soon! The long-lost home felt a feeling of increasing urgency in the hearts of soldiers who had experienced life and death.

Outside the house, Master Wen was waiting for them with a spring breeze on his face.

"Okay, the boat has arrived, and now it's time to leave. My people have gone to the lower floor for lunch. No one has seen you now, and you have never appeared. It's just 0 when you leave this boat." Although Master Wen said decisively, his tone always reveals a sense of warmth.

"Thank you for your help, we will remember it." Old Zhou shook hands with Master Wen affectionately.

Master Wen shook his head and warned: "No, just like what I said just now, everything is 0 when you leave here. You have never been on my boat, nor have you seen me. This memory will be deleted forever, do you understand?" In an instant, Old Zhou saw the strong evil spirit in Master Wen's eyes, which made people like Old Zhou shudder.

Needless to ask, Lao Zhou knew what he meant, nodded heavily, and followed the relieved Wen Ye to the deck ahead.

A rope ladder hung straight on one side of the ship's side, and two leather assault boats were staying down the freighter, waiting for them quietly.

"This?" Lao Zhou was very confused. What are the uses of two kayaks above this vast sea? Isn't this a vague search for death?

Master Wen smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't worry, go down, you will go back safely." Looking at Master Wen, Old Zhou was full of unhappiness. He usually played with others in mystery, but he didn't expect that he would be played for one day.

There was no way, Lao Zhou greeted him and led his soldiers to climb down the stairs. The military spear was also tied behind the black bear with ropes. With the support of Monroe, he slowly got off the boat.

"Nighthawk, let me tell you one last word." Wen Ye smiled sincerely at Nighthawk who was walking at the end, and slowly lowered his voice and said, "Remember, don't trust anyone."

The boat slowly sailed away from the freighter. Nighthawk stood at the bow of the boat, watching Master Wen, whose hair was blown by the wind, gradually disappeared from his sight and became a small black dot. He recalled Master Wen's words just now: "What does it mean?"
Chapter completed!