"I killed 11 magic sucking silk today," Clermont said while busy, "Where are you?"

"I don't know," Yu Yanlin answered honestly, and then drank the small cup of coffee again like a soup.

"I haven't counted it either"

Viola said holding a small coffee cup, her eyes still looking at the room across the street, where her husband Bruno was.

"Do you regret it?" Wei Ran asked.

"Repent? Me?"

Viola was pulled back and drank the coffee that was not much in the cup and said, "Bruno and I were ready for sacrifice when we decided to come here, but... just..."

"I just didn't expect that all this would come so unprepared," Wei Ran sighed.

"Yes..." Viola sighed, "I will continue to fight."

"Let's have another serenade"

Clermont, who was guarding the fireplace, said, reaching out to take out his harmonica from his arms.

"OK..."

Wei Ran responded, poured the coffee from the cup into his mouth, then took out the harmonica, and played Haydn's serenade tacitly with Clermont.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! In a silent sigh, Viola, leaning against a pillar, took out a bloody letter from her arms and tore it open, pulled out a light yellow envelope from it, and looked at the letter left to her by her husband Bruno - they agreed to open the letter after the other party was killed.

In the harmonica music of this letter, Yu Yanlin also took out the notepad the size of a palm from his arms, and took out a pen from his top pocket, brushing it on the notepad so hard that he didn't know what it was writing.

On this rare afternoon in the battlefield, Clermont generously provided everyone with a pasta, and added red sauce made by his mother and enough olive oil.

"Try it! This is the most authentic pasta."

Clermont said, picking up the portion that belonged to him, leaning against the corner of the wall, rolling a piece with a fork and sending it into his mouth, and exaggeratingly sighing with satisfaction.

"What were you just writing?" Wei Ran sat next to Yu Yanlin with his own piece and asked in French, "Try it, it tastes very good."

"journal"

Yu Yanlin put the notepad as big as a palm into his arms, picked up the portion that belonged to him, then took out a pair of chopsticks from his bag and wiped it under his armpit, picked up a piece of pasta and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely while eating, "I want to write down my experience in Spain, especially everyone I met.

If I have the opportunity to return to China alive in the future, I will definitely tell my family about my experience here, and let my brothers and nephews join the battle against the anti-Father silk sucking."

"Including my husband?" Viola, who had just been absent-minded, asked suddenly.

"Of course, it includes" Yu Yanlin gave a positive answer without thinking.

"Then it makes sense for me to come here, and his sacrifice makes sense."
Chapter completed!