Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

"What exactly have you suffered from?"

Hai Bingyu saw the fatigue on his face, and it was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it.

With a hint of distress, Hai Bingyu's hand gently touched Shi Yan's frown.

"Open and relax, contract to suit." Hai Bingyu said softly.

Shi Yan raised his head and looked at Hai Bingyu with some surprise.

"This is..." Shi Yan vaguely knew what it was, but he wasn't sure.

"You taught me these things when I was a kid. I still remember them. Why have you forgotten them?"

Hai Bingyu said sadly.

I remember that at that time, although she had the talent for cultivation, she was very lazy. Her mother was a woman who attached great importance to strength cultivation and was also a very strong woman.

I look at the children of the same age in other families who are all very tall and tall, but the cubs in my own family are still following the other children, crying for their mother.

I was simply furious.

From then on, Hai Bingyu lost his childhood. Apart from Shi Yan, there was no other time that he could recall as a child.

It’s all cultivation, day after day.

Fortunately, the time at that time was not too gloomy, and I finally had Shi Yan by my side.

At that time, when she was being punished by her mother and was holding on through gritted teeth, Shi Yan would always support her with his hand, tap her forehead gently, and tirelessly tell her: "Open and relax, contract appropriately, don't push yourself too hard."

, you are still young."

At that time, she nodded ignorantly. Although she didn't understand, she remembered the words he told her every day, sentence by sentence.

I haven't forgotten it till now.

"You actually remember." Shi Yan looked at her and smiled.

"Yes, I have never forgotten it." Hai Bingyu took a deep breath, "What happened to you? If you still think of me as your sister, just tell me!"

"Sister?" Shi Yan frowned and suddenly smiled, "You have always been my sister, but I can't tell you."

Because you are just my sister.

There is a person who will never know that there was once a person who loved her so much.

"Jiang Shan said that the sheepskin scroll contains the inheritance of ancient flying skills. Have you seen it?" Hai Bingyu asked.

Since she didn't want to tell her, and she didn't want to tell her even if she asked, there was nothing she could do.

Shi Yan has changed and become so strange that she doesn't even recognize him, but what can she do? There is nothing she can do.

When Shi Yan saw her pursed lips, he felt like he was back in the past, when she was confused about a question as a child.

Some habits still haven't changed.

That's pretty good too.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan?"

Shi Yan was brought back to consciousness by Hai Bingyu's call.

"What is in that parchment?" Hai Bingyu repeated the question again and again.

"What's inside?" Shi Yan actually didn't want to recall what was inside.

That Venerable Lingyu is so terrifying.

It was really scary. He thought that his scheming was deep enough before, but compared with Venerable Lingyu, Venerable Lingyu was able to dexterously use his own advantages to fight back after receiving his tricks, and even used

The power was something he had never seen before.

The battle in the flying space in the parchment was simply his nightmare.

Especially at the end, the feeling of hopelessness and powerlessness that he was about to die, and the feeling that struggling was useless and that he could only wait for death no matter what, was a feeling that would make him collapse when he thought about it now.

What pain makes you want to live, what life is worse than death, can only be known by truly experiencing it!

Shi Yan really didn't want to think about it anymore. After that incident, Shi Yan's mentality became much more balanced. He was no longer so extreme that he wanted to covet the ancient flying skill that didn't belong to him.

Maybe it’s also because of the existence of Hai Bingyu.

Shi Yan felt that he could not refuse or hurt Hai Bingyu.

Not only is it impossible, there is simply no way to go.

Doting on Hai Bingyu has become a habit, and there is no way to change it.

Shi Yan tried hard to recall his black memory, and then slowly described: "It was a very mysterious space. There was a lot of fog in it, a lot of fog. I think only spiritual bodies can enter that space."

As he recalled, Hai Bingyu listened quietly.

"There is a woman in that space, she is very beautiful."

"How do you compare with me?" Hai Bingyu asked subconsciously out of some unknown reason.

"You and she are both very good-looking, but our temperaments are different. Her temperament is very mature and generous, and you also have a lot of playfulness like a little girl." Shi Yan curled his lips and smiled, his falcon-like eyes like stars in the sky,

So bright.

"Then what?" Hai Bingyu knew that the question he just asked was quite funny, so he stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.

"I guessed at that time whether she was the master of the ancient flying technique or the spirit of the parchment scroll."

"However, I heard her claiming to be her true self. She must not be a weapon spirit. She must be the owner of the parchment scroll, and the owner of the parchment scroll should be the person who inherited the ancient flying technique."

"Do you really want the ancient flying technique?" Hai Bingyu couldn't help but ask.

Although she wanted it very much, her desire for ancient flying skills was not as strong as Jiangshan's.

"You are different from me." Shi Yan looked at her serious expression and couldn't help but laugh, "My blood power has no wings, and you have been used to flying freely in the blue sky since you were a child, so how could you?

I care about this very much.”

Shi Yan spoke a little sadly. Nothing in the world is perfect. Once you gain great strength, you have to give up some things.

At the same time, I have to admit that some people are born to be God's favorites. God is biased. Jiang Shan is in a similar situation to him but has much better luck than him.

Shi Yan passed by the parchment scroll from Wanbao Store countless times. He paid attention to it but did not look into it. He did not expect that he would pass by it by a shocking opportunity.

But what Shi Yan didn't know was that he had long since failed to comply with Venerable Lingyu's principles for choosing people.

What's more, Jiangshan's current strength was only obtained through hard work.

In his two lifetimes, Jiang Shan suffered as much as he did, and suffered as much sin as he did, so why should he feel sorry for himself?

God is indeed never fair, but at least he gives everyone a chance to compete and give you a chance to stand at the starting line.

It's just that some people caught it and some didn't.

Outside Wanbao Store.

"Sour, where does the sourness come from?" Jiang Shan played with the parchment roll in his hand.

Just now he was pleasantly surprised to find that this sheepskin roll felt quite good to the touch, and it felt warm in winter and cool in summer.

However, can parchment rolls have this effect?

The research cells in Jiangshan's bones started working again, turning over the parchment over and over, trying to figure out why.