The pretty young lady in the statue was indeed beautiful, and very familiar. Her laughter was also sweet, and just as familiar, instantly reminding Yu Lian of the glorious days of his time as a Ranger.
Of course, he knew that this flawless voice had been synthesized. He also knew that the one who had synthesized these voices was one of his most trusted old buddies in his previous life.
As he roamed this infinite universe, entangled endlessly with cultists, gang assassins, the Alliance Empire's pursuers, and the minions of all kinds of snakes, he would immediately feel a sense of security whenever he heard this voice.
Who wouldn't like a pretty young lady who could trade barbs with him, have his back, fight like a demon, and look good while doing it? Of course, this young lady's appearance had been simulated. Her true form was actually an enormous swarm of nanomachines numbering in the hundreds of millions. Otherwise, Yu Lian would have made his move back in his previous life.
In short, this young lady was definitely one of his own. Yu Lian trusted her even more than many of the comrades with whom he had shed blood during the Volunteer Army era.
But the problem was, all of that had happened in his previous life!
Now, he was covered in goosebumps and had even unconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of the light spear at his waist. Yet, after hesitating for half a second, he lowered his hand and relaxed his guard.
He scrutinized her from head to toe with a puzzled look. The military officer naturally still had the statue-like beauty formed from the most perfect golden proportions, but her expression, smile, and air all carried the unmistakable flavor of his memories.
Thus, Yu Lian relaxed