nycdaug Chapter 490: Leaving Home to Bid Farewell to Old Love, Shocked to Hear of His Death, a New Conflict
Chapter 490: Leaving Home to Bid Farewell to Old Love, Shocked to Hear of His Death, a New Conflict
"Third uncle," Zhou Ping'er took a deep breath, her eyes as sharp as a knife, and said firmly, "I can't stay here."
My third uncle was stunned for a moment and forgot to move the rag in his hand. The wrinkles on his weather-beaten face became deeper, like old bark that had been carefully carved by the knife of time.
He put down the rag, and gently patted Zhou Ping'er's shoulder with his old hand. A hint of understanding flashed in his cloudy eyes.
"I guessed it long ago. You are not an ordinary person."
Zhou Ping'er felt warm in his heart and his eyes became moist again. He blinked hard to suppress the sour feeling.
A huge grin spread across his lips. "Third uncle, you really have a keen eye! I, Zhou Ping'er, will become a god-slayer!"
My third uncle laughed so loudly that the dishes and chopsticks in the restaurant hummed.
"Good! You're ambitious! You're worthy of being the one I've chosen! Go ahead, make a name for yourself! Don't embarrass me!"
Zhou Ping'er looked at her third uncle's kind face and felt a lot of emotions in her heart.
Although they didn't spend much time together, he always remembered his third uncle's care and concern.
He took a step back and bowed deeply to his uncle.
"Third uncle, thank you! I, Zhou Ping'er, will never forget your great kindness!"
The third uncle waved his hands and scolded with a smile, "Get lost! Why are you doing all this nonsense? When you become famous, don't forget to bring me some good wine!"
Zhou Ping'er grinned again, turned around and strode out of the local restaurant.
The back is straight and firm, like an eagle spreading its wings and about to soar into the sky.
At the same time, at the Night's Watch headquarters, the atmosphere was as gloomy and depressing as the sky after a storm.
"What?!" A cry of surprise broke the silence of the command center, and Shao Ping stood up suddenly.
The chair rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound. "Commander-in-Chief Ye... passed away?!"
His handsome face was full of shock and disbelief. Ye Faner had been so kind to him.
He was able to achieve what he has today thanks to Ye Faner's promotion.
He felt like he had lost his backbone and was on the verge of collapse.
"The news has been confirmed. Sister Fan... no, Commander-in-Chief Ye has indeed passed away."
He Wenxing's voice was low and sad, and the heaviness in his tone was like a thousand-pound rock pressing on everyone's heart.
Zuo Qing'er clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh.
She suppressed the grief in her heart and glanced at everyone present.
"Now is not the time to be sad. The position of commander-in-chief cannot be vacant for too long." A deep voice broke the silence.
"Yes, the most urgent task is to identify the commander-in-chief's agent."
"Who will take over as Commander-in-Chief?"
"I think He Wenxing is good. He has a lot of experience and seniority."
"I think Shaoping is also good. He is capable and young and promising."
The sound of discussion rose one after another, and everyone's face was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, like a group of headless flies, flying around in the dark.
Shao Ping's face was pale, still immersed in the huge blow of Ye Fan'er's death.
He had no intention of competing for agency. He just stood there blankly, like a sculpture that had lost its soul.
"Enough!" A majestic voice suddenly sounded, shocking everyone present.
The Night's Watch leaders all looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a man in a black robe.
A mysterious man, his face hidden under a cloak, slowly walked into the command center. His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of unquestionable majesty, "I think Zuo Qing'er is the most suitable candidate."
Zuo Qing'er took a deep breath and took out a document from the folder.
His tone was calm: "This is the acting appointment letter signed by Commander-in-Chief Ye before her death. She appointed me as the acting commander-in-chief."
The document was unfolded in front of everyone, and Ye Faner's signature was clearly visible.
He Wenxing narrowed his eyes, leaned in to examine it carefully, and gently stroked the signature with his fingers, frowning: "This signature... looks a little wrong."
The air froze instantly, everyone held their breath, and the temperature in the conference room seemed to drop several degrees.
Zuo Qing'er's eyes glared, and her tone was icy: "He Wenxing, what do you mean? Do you suspect that I forged the documents?"
He Wenxing sneered, crossed his arms, and looked calm and composed: "I am just speaking the truth. This signature is indeed worth pondering. Commander-in-Chief Ye was in a bad mental state during his serious illness."
"The timing of the signing of the two documents is too coincidental to be doubtful."
"You!" Zuo Qing'er was furious, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
She suppressed her anger and spoke word by word, "He Wenxing, you are slandering me! You are also slandering Commander-in-Chief Ye!"
The two were on edge, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Everyone looked at each other, not daring to interrupt for fear of getting into trouble.
The conference room was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, as if a fierce conflict would break out at any second.
Just then, the door of the conference room opened silently.
The mysterious man in black appeared again. He walked slowly to the conference table. Before anyone could react,
He suddenly pulled out a long sword emitting golden light from his back, and with a "clang" sound, he inserted it into the center of the conference table.
The sword hummed and emitted golden light, illuminating the entire conference room.
Two ancient characters are engraved on the hilt of the sword - dragon and elephant.
The black-shirted man's deep voice sounded again: "Zuo Qing'er is Ye Fan'er's chosen agent."
He paused, his tone emphasizing, "In the name of the Dragon Elephant Sword, I recommend Zuo Qing'er!"
"Dragon...Dragon Elephant Sword?!" Shao Ping exclaimed, his eyes wide open, staring at the golden sword in disbelief.
Everyone gasped. The Dragon Elephant Sword was a legendary artifact!
Whoever holds it has supreme power!
He Wenxing's face suddenly changed, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.