Donald stood in the center of the ground baptized by the artillery fire. The bloated figure had disappeared, replaced by the appearance of a middle-aged man.

Ordinary, nothing special.

Oxia waved her hand, and the countless weapons floating around slowly disappeared.

The whole space has returned to calm. If it wasn't for the mess, it would be hard to imagine what happened here before.

"Chief Commander of Inspur, very powerful."

Donald breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"You should understand that you are definitely not my opponent." Oxia put away the spear.

"Of course I understand." Donald nodded.

"Then why do it?" Oxia asked.

She didn't quite understand it. It was like a student in the Magic Academy who was trying to challenge the senior members. If there were no unexpected circumstances, the result was already doomed.

"Maybe it's just a touch of luck." Donald spread his palm helplessly, "I bet you didn't find me or the ceremony going on. Looking at it now, it's a pity, I lost."

However, there was not much remorse in his tone, only an indifferent smile.

It's like returning to my hometown after getting old, sitting on the rocking chair in the courtyard, withered and yellow leaves falling with the wind, and slowly telling the children about the things of my youth.

Oxia just looked at him quietly: "You don't seem to be much annoyed."

"What's there to be angry about?" Donald asked, "That's the way the world is, failure is failure, there's no need to make excuses for yourself, it's only what the weak do, just to find an escape for your fragile heart. A realistic way."

"Very good statement."

Oxia clapped her palm lightly, obviously she was very agreeable to this, "Oh, by the way, are you waiting for news from another Annihilation Cultist?"

Donald's complexion changed faintly, this was the first time his expression fluctuated.

"Calculate the time, the doctor should have arrived at the location by now."

"Doctor? Is this the title of the Annihilation Cultist?"

"Yes, he is good at testing on the edge of death, and can always find the most near-death state."

At this moment, Donald didn't care to reveal some relevant information about the Annihilation Cultists to Oxia, because the doctor could not come back anyway.

Oxia smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Donald frowned, he had a bad feeling.

"I just don't quite understand, you seem to have confidence in that... oh, the doctor?" Oxia summoned a floating cannon and sat on it casually.

"You should have arranged the power of the guards there, but it's useless. Those people don't know what they are facing." Donald took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, as if he wanted to make himself uneasy in this way. Calm down.

The power of the two originates from the same source. When the distance reaches a certain level, irresistible changes will occur, and even the waves cannot be stopped at all.

"Ok."

Contrary to Donald's expectations, Oxia just nodded slightly.

No explanation, no rebuttal.

Sometimes not speaking is the greatest weapon.

"you…"

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now." Donald's voice was interrupted by Oxia as soon as he appeared, "Anyway, these are not important to you now, aren't they?"

Donald was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Indeed."

"Then how about we talk about another topic?" Oxia Xu was interested and asked with her palm on her cheek.

It feels good to be in control of this kind of thing. She has rarely experienced it before. When faced with those extraordinary accidents before, which time was she not worried.

"Go ahead." Donald didn't have much expression on his face, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"I'm a little curious, why did you choose to use Grace as the object to confuse our eyes?" Oxia narrowed her eyes slightly, "Wouldn't it be relying on your ability?"

According to the information currently available, the dancer's ability is very special, which is spiritual will.

Simply put, it is the ability to modify a person's cognition without the person being modified being aware of it.

"No, I didn't do that," Donald said calmly. "Ordinary encounters, ordinary acquaintances, ordinary marriages, and marrying her is the proudest thing I've ever done in my life."

"But you still use her as your shield without hesitation." Oxia said mercilessly.

In the beginning, they did regard Grace as a dancer, after all, this code name is too deceptive.

When normal people hear "dancing girl", I am afraid they will immediately think of women, and no one will associate it with a fat man.

"Actually, the first target we suspected was Grace, but she acted too deliberately, like holding a sign with a sign that said 'I am a dancer', although Oblivionists are all lunatics , but I don't think it's going to be that crazy."

A lunatic is different from a fool. Anyway, in Oxia's opinion, the IQ of the Annihilation Cultists must not have reached this lower limit.

Donald was silent.

"In fact, not everyone can look at this rationally. A member of the Council of Elders proposed to directly assassinate all suspected personnel. If this happened, what would you do?" Oxia looked at Donald's expression. eyes, wanting to hear the answer from his mouth.

"I'll cry for her," Donald replied.

"It's a firm love." Oxia's tone seemed to be mocking.

Donald didn't care about Oxia's laughter. He looked down at his palm, which was already showing a faint crack similar to the one that appeared on Jingfeng before.

There was not much time left for him.

"Meeting Grace is the proudest and most regrettable thing in my life. I am proud that I can meet such a person who loves me. Unfortunately, I can't really face her."

Donald was a little tired, took two steps to the side, and sat down on the ground casually.

"It's been almost 20 years since I met Grace. Of course, for someone like you, 20 years is only a short period of time, but for me, it is half of my life."

"At that time, I did marry her in order to hide my identity. For more than ten years, I have been trying to play myself as a person who loves her, and loves me like she truly does. In the end, I I believe it a little bit, and I can't tell whether I have truly fallen in love with her or whether I have long been accustomed to acting."

"It's a pity..."

The gentle sigh dissipated with the wind, and the figure of Donald quietly disappeared.