A very timid face with three points of doubt, five points of panic, two points of fear.

Flax-colored hair, eyebrows, black eyes, pouted face, and a few obvious black moles on the face.

Very unfamiliar face.

Tang Long just looked at this face so quietly, and he had a slight doubt in his heart. Why did the wanderer feel familiar at some moment when he turned around? So much so that he couldn't help calling him?

This is not something that should have happened, because of precise instinct, Tang Long's memory is amazing. Even if his brain often presses useless memory deep to protect his brain from explosion of information, occasionally there will always be useless information, such as strangers passing by, features on his face, etc.

Facing this wanderer, perhaps the familiar feeling is also useless information at work.

Tang Long wanted to turn around and enter the carriage the next moment. He didn't like his emotions being affected, so he looked so sensitive.

But for some reason, if the wanderer left, he felt a little unwilling to say.

If you don’t want to, why don’t you?

So, in the past two seconds, the two were less than a hundred meters apart and they confronted each other silently.

The wind continued to blow silently, rolling up some grass leaves and floated up and down, gradually getting bigger.

A thin cloud floated in the sky, suddenly covering up part of the purple moon, and then drifted away, but the moonlight became even more hazy.

The harsh communication instrument sounded, and Li Wu, who felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, picked it up.

After hearing a word, he handed the communication device to Tang Long: "Mr. Long, the phone number from the base said that it was an important discovery and you need to hurry up..."

Tang Long let out a sigh, frowned, waved his hand, as if driving away a fly, indicating that Tang Ling could leave.

Tang Ling walked slowly with more confusion. While walking, she couldn't help but look back twice, and then grabbed her head, as if wondering what happened to this noble man?

Tang Long listened to the communication device and looked at the wanderer twice, feeling a little self-deprecating.

What's wrong with me? I'm clearly here to do something important, so why have you been entangled with a homeless man? I originally asked Li Wu to interrogate him, but it was just to interrupt his random thoughts, so why do you still keep thinking about it?

The carriage began to move forward.

The communication device had a bit of anxiety in its voice, and was asking how long it would take to get to the base?

Because of an accidental discovery, strange footprints appeared at the entrance of a secret place, probably because of other forces.

Tang Long hung up the phone, and he didn't know about these things, nor could he judge the seriousness of the unfamiliar footprints.

However, when the other party talks about unfamiliar footprints, he may not be really worried, but just urging himself to get faster.

So if there was no such call to urge myself to get faster, what would the homeless man do just now?

Putting the communication device aside, Tang Long took a deep breath and this strange problem appeared in his mind.

The next moment, he closed his eyes and began to quickly filter information in his mind.

Although I don’t want people to think that they are too sensitive and suspicious, if you really care about this issue in private and care about this sense of familiarity, then you might as well think about where this sense of familiarity comes from?

**

The carriage had disappeared into the night and was completely invisible.

Tang Ling's steps began to get faster and faster. He rushed to the fire, grabbed his coat and luggage, identified the direction, and ran towards the south.

The grassland is not big, but even so, it will take at least fifty kilometers to reach the south.

Tang Ling knew that he could not waste every minute of the next, and he would run at a speed close to the limit for every second.

After just two seconds of looking at each other, Tang Ling could no longer forget the boy, the boy named Long Shao, the same black hair and black eyes, an unusually handsome appearance, a tall figure and delicate clothes.

In fact, these are not enough to make Tang Ling care about it, because there are people who are more handsome than Kun? Are there people who are more particular about dressing than Kun? No!

What he cared about was the amazing feelings that precise instinct brought him.

Why do each of the eyes overlap with your face, the curve of the tip of the nose, and the thickness of the lips?

How to explain this? His real appearance is actually not very similar to that young man, but why do these details overlap several times?

This is difficult to coincide, because these details are like a person's unique label, with deep genetic fragments. If there is no blood relationship, it is difficult to overlap even one part, not to mention that they overlap several details.

Does that young master Long have something to do with him? Is the dragon? Is it related to the dragon army?

Well, no matter what the relationship is, the huge sense of crisis is definitely not fake. The closer you get to him, the heavier the sense of crisis.

Even if I escaped this disaster by luck, the sense of crisis still did not dissipate, but became increasingly stronger, from the sense of crisis of a short-term explosion to a longer and heavier.

This means that this crisis cannot be solved in a short period of time.

Tang Ling was very fast. The grassland running in the dark night was like a shadow passing by. Even the predators and the variegated foxes on the grassland could not see his figure clearly.

But that's it. Tang Ling still thinks he is not fast enough, he must be faster.

He had a vague consciousness that if he encountered a crisis on the grassland, he would be afraid that it would be difficult to solve it.

Because this is a grassland without any obstruction and there is no place to hide.

Before the crisis came, he had to run out of the grassland, and he had to... Tang Ling didn't even care about saving his energy at this moment, and ran directly at an explosive sprint speed.

He didn't know why, but in this huge sense of crisis, there was still a sense of sadness in his heart.

Destined, destined, just like the sadness of original sin that was born with.

**

Tang Long closed his eyes, as if he was resting.

In fact, in such a short ten minutes, many large pieces of memories have passed by his mind quickly.

This kind of passing is not just a simple recall, but pause, enlarge the details, and compare... This is the brain that has been tempered under accurate instinct for a long time and has reached an amazing speed in processing information.

No, no... Where can I find this sense of familiarity in the corner information?

If it is not the useless memory of the corner, then it comes from daily memory? No, Tang Long calmly abandoned daily memory. His daily life cannot intersect with this homeless man, even if there is no possibility of passing by.

Because his daily memory came to the conclusion in an instant that in his most familiar daily life, there were 792 people with black eyes, which definitely did not include this homeless man.

What kind of memory will it be? It must be a relatively important memory. Some of the details of it become the instinct of memory, so that the emotions will be stimulated when you meet it.

Thinking of this, Tang Long clenched his hands a little.

A homeless man is related to his important memory? If so, his judgment was wrong from the beginning. The inexplicable emotional reaction did not come from this mission at all, but the homeless man!

Because, how many parts can Tang Long consider to be an important memory?

The strange emotions in his heart began to churn again, but his mind had quickly begun to filter out important information.

After paragraph, every detail is almost a three-dimensional presentation.

Finally, I stayed in a newspaper.

**

"Hiss!" Tang Ling's speed of running wildly had reached the limit he could perform now, but the heavy crisis not only did not weaken, but instead became more and more heavy as these ten minutes passed by minute by second.

It even became substantial, causing a tingling sensation like a needle in his heart, and then anxiety.

That's why Tang Ling snorted coldly.

Why? What exactly happened? This sense of crisis is actually more real than the sense of crisis generated on the night of the Corpse Night?

Tang Ling ran a little dazed and could hardly feel the stinging sensation brought to her lungs by her rapid breathing.

Even if he keeps sprinting, he will soon reach his physical limit.

But I dare not stop, why not?!

However, at this speed, how far did he run? This sense of crisis made Tang Ling almost forget to use accurate instinct to calculate distance.

At this time, Tang Ling began to calculate in a panic that his current extreme sprint speed is about 2 seconds 5 per 100 meters.

However, running in such a grassland, it is absolutely impossible for him to maintain such extreme sprint speed.

The current speed should be around 100 meters and 3 seconds. Now I have run for 12 minutes and 11 seconds, and I have run for about 24.3 kilometers.

The speed of the carriage was slower than that of itself, but it should have traveled about 15 kilometers.

In fact, both sides are gradually moving away every second. Logically speaking, this sense of crisis should be clear. The distance between about 40 kilometers is also a distance that makes people feel safe.

Why? Why? The sense of crisis becomes stronger and stronger?

**

Why? Why do you miss such an opportunity?

The tip of the pen in Tang Long's hand danced quickly on the white paper. It was used to paint accurately instinctively, but it had a bug-like effect, that is, every detail of the character in the painting was infinitely close to reality.

It was him, it was him? Tang Long had a sense of unreality like a dream.

All kinds of emotions such as annoyance, anger, disappointment with him rolled in Tang Long's heart, but his expression was still cold and calm, and he grabbed the communication device beside him.

The communication device was connected soon, and Tang Long placed the sketch he drew in less than two minutes in front of the communication device.

"Did you see clearly?" Tang Long's tone was faint.

"Yes." The general answered the phone. He didn't understand what Tang Long meant holding a sketch like this?

"He should still be in this grassland now. It is impossible to go north, so the search of the north is ruled out. The three sides of the east, south and west are mobilized to mobilize the maximum force you can mobilize, search for me, arrest this person immediately when you meet this person, and you cannot capture it alive, and kill it! In order to avoid mistakes, the search team in each direction must be led by more than five Ziyue soldiers..." Tang Long's thoughts were extremely clear, and a few short sentences were short, and one order after another was spoken from his mouth.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Long. Our Lazier Grassland Base has limited troops, and there are only twenty purple moon warriors in total..." Speaking of this, the general hesitated a little and added: "Can Mr. Long explain clearly who this person is? If the importance level is high enough, we can only leave the necessary base protection personnel, and then all the rest of the personnel will be searched."
To be continued...