The autumn moonlight shone in the forest, mottled, rustling footsteps, and a figure staggered slightly to help the trees walk out of the forest. The cold wind blew heavily in the night, and the branches swayed and caressed. Wang Ruhu looked at the sky gradually, and there were lights in the distance.

Wow, wow, wow—

Through the harvested cornfield, a farm stands in the dark sky. A yellow dog shook his iron chain and raised his forelimbs and barked twice. When the figure from afar approached the house, the big yellow dog seemed to sense danger, clamped its tail and retracted it back into the kennel, and only poked out half of its mouth and nose, and whimpered twice, and did not dare to come out easily.

The wooden building, lights on the second floor, the fat man with thick breasts opened the window, took a hunting rifle and looked out, saw that there was no strange thing, scolding the dog, and yawned and went back to sleep.

The moment the window closed, the figure standing outside in another corner of the building slowly came out, and the moonlight dragged his shadow diagonally on the ground and walked towards the warehouse in front.

The slow horse felt the stranger come in, and squirted a few breaths of heavy breaths uneasy, stepping back and forth.

"Borrow a place to rest and don't be so irritated."

His voice was a little weak. Wang Ruhu patted the horse's head outside the fence, walked to the haystack next to him and lay down. As soon as he lay down, every muscle and bone in his body was indescribable relaxation, and he felt light and fluttering.

Speaking of which, he helped the Chicago police. The CIA was a big favor. Unexpectedly, he actually used Mi Jun to deal with him. Baishai really thought that everyone with other skin colors should die.

However, Wang Ruhu also understood that there would be two things like energy converter and hard disk in such a big battle.

"The more I do this, the less I can't return the things to the United States. It feels quite comfortable to see him being furious... It's just that I almost broke it in this time."

Wang Ruhu was too lazy to open his eyes and touched his chest and abdomen. The wound was slowly healing. The wound caused by the shell was deeper and he did not recover quickly without the firearms. However, he could still hold on to this kind of injury and pain. If it really caused fatal injuries, he would still have the confidence to rely on the Immortal God's function to last for a while.

'The other party shouldn't give up like that.'

In some of the memories that have been restored, the search for the war-related memories is an inevitable procedure along the way. You will definitely find this place. After recovering a little physical strength, you must go south as soon as possible.

Wang Ruhu closed his eyes and tried to relax his muscles all over his body. After thinking about the next route, he suddenly spoke: "Demon Star, did you absorb the original demon star without mutation to evolve?"

No words sounded from the right arm pillowing on the hay. Not long after, Wang Ruhu asked again and heard the low and overlapping sound of the demon stars wandering around his ears.

"Only by filling in the missing parts and repairing the lost abilities can we talk about the word evolution."

This is the first time Wang Ruhu has talked with a non-human life, and is quite curious: "Where did you learn your language? In my memory?"

"Yes!" The sound sounded again.

"What you said is the missing part is Lina, the woman before? It seems that I was not sleepwalking that day, by the way, you didn't swallow her?"

"No, it's too late...we are too weak, and she has absorbed the vitality of many people and will soon start looking for the original redstone."

The voice of the demon star became a little ethereal and weak.

"She is also repairing the part of the loss. Once she succeeds first, she will come to find you."

"I'm looking for you." Wang Ruhu shook his head, "I'm just providing you with accommodation..."

The words were passed to the right arm, and there was no sound response there for a long time. It seemed that as the demon star said, it now needs to focus more energy on the previous primitive red stone.

The sky was getting brighter outside, and Wang Ruhu asked a few more questions, but there was no response, so he had to give up the curiosity of inquiry.

‘I have to find some food…’

Puff~~

The horse in the warehouse, the slow horse swung its mane and blew out its breath. When he saw Wang Ruhu looking up, he stepped on his hooves and shrank inward. At this moment, a small figure approached Yu Guangli at the door of the warehouse.

Wang Ruhu turned his face, and the golden autumn morning light poured into the door. A blond girl, seven or eight years old, was wearing a strap jeans and a straw hat, blinked her big eyes curiously.

.........

The golden morning sun passed through the clouds, and in the Anchorton Company Building, Smith of the CIA was sitting in the office, looking at the busy woman behind the desk opposite.

"......It's probably that's it. The Eastern martial artist may not have hope of survival. The General Administration dispatched several members with special abilities and called the Mi army stationed near Felix."

Natalie stopped her pen tip and looked up at him with a beautiful face.

"You said 'maybe' and he has a chance to survive, right?"

"I hope."

Smith was not disgusted with the Eastern martial artist. After all, the other party saved their lives that day. How could such a person be ruined?

As for the energy converter, it is a finished product of Anchorage's research. It cannot be lost so easily. It is necessary to dispatch the capable people of Mi Jun, NSA, and CIA. There is absolutely no possibility of surviving.

Even if there is, he will be arrested.

"What a pity..."

Smith murmured, then raised his face and sighed a long time, put down his legs, said goodbye to the exquisite and beautiful woman opposite, got up and left, and before he could reach the door of the office, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang out the ringtone.

He glanced at Natalie and still connected the phone to his ear. After a moment, Smith's face turned puzzled and a little disappointed expression, and he replied softly to his cell phone: "I understand."

Then he hung up and went to the call, turned around and looked at the woman opposite him.

"Dr. Natalie, maybe you guessed it right. So many people besieged him, but he still let him escape. Goodbye."

After saying that, he opened the door and gently closed the door of the president's office. The room became quiet. Natalie, who was holding a pen and writing calculations, stopped her movements, looked at the office door in the distance opposite, and was stunned.

In such an encirclement, Wang Ruhu could escape.

‘I hope he can be safe…’

The woman who has always been like a color makes a sound for the first time. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sun is pouring down. The man she was thinking of was slowly opening her eyes and sitting up, looking at the pair of small eyes opposite her.

The little girl's voice was tender and her eyes were spinning in her sockets.

"Who are you...why are you sleeping on the haystack in my house? Don't you catch a cold?"

The little girl didn't seem to be afraid of the tall Wang Ruhu, so she got closer and asked curiously: "Why don't you speak? Are you a tooth fairy?"

Wang Ruhu looked at the little girl with freckles on her cheeks in front of her, and smiled and shook her head without saying a word.

"Then are you cold? Daddy said that when you encounter someone who needs help, try your best to help!" Perhaps seeing Wang Ruhu's embarrassment and in a mess, the little girl 'shush'ed'.

"You are waiting for me here, I'll bring you some delicious food! Wait!"
Chapter completed!