Tomorrow's Ark, Second International

The mafia surrounded the two wolves who were fighting in the middle. They neither shouted nor beat drums to cheer, but just watched quietly.

After discovering Provence and the others who had been fighting with them all night behind their backs, they spontaneously moved out of the way and watched them walk into the circle.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Without going in, Valeria grabbed a mafia by the collar and lifted him abruptly.

"It's a Sicilian tradition, it's a battle of wolves and no one will interfere."

Gambino acted as a timely commentator, but Valeria did not trust the mafia.

After all, the current mafia is not as good as it used to be, and it is not the group that represents keeping promises.

She winked at Ye Yan, and a black kitten disappeared into the night.

It may be very simple to kill the mafia here, there is no need to use this bloody method.

With vigilance, several people still moved to the center, where they saw idle wolves fighting in a completely different way.

"Don't come here, this is a little personal grudge between me and her."

They felt the will of the idle wolf, as if the will of two people combined.

"A lone wolf..."

Provence, who is also Ruper, feels the deepest at this moment, and there is always a wonderful connection between Ruper.

In the past, she never felt the uniqueness of the idle wolf. She always thought that the idle wolf was just like her. Although he left Syracuse, he was not alone.

But now, from the two wolves in front of her, she really felt the difference between them and other Lupers.

"Hey, Angelina." Valeria was acquainted, and called Angelina's name directly, "Do you know that gray guy?"

"Eh, me?" It's true that she is a Syracuse, but she is not Rupert, nor does she have the kind of perception that belongs to Rupert, "No, I don't know her."

"That's right, I thought such weird guys were all from Rhode Island."

Angelina was speechless, she felt that the tall man in front of her seemed to have some serious prejudice against Rhodes Island.

Of course, if she, Valeria, had met Scarti before, she might not have said that.

Compared to the gray wolf in front of him, Skadi looked more like a monster.

Clenching the weapons in their hands, they were all waiting for the end of the battle. No matter what the result was, they would never let the idle wolf die here.

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The gray wolf realized that she had indeed underestimated Luper in front of her. Perhaps she had never underestimated other wolves, except the one named Texas.

But after today, there will be one more person on the list she wants to kill, if this person can live until tomorrow.

"What's your name."

Slaughtered guys gray wolves never cared about their names, but enemies were different.

"You can call me Laplande."

"You can call me idle wolf, that's my name now."

Although it's a bit ridiculous and unnameable, Laplande doesn't laugh at opponents who belittle her. In doing so, she is belittling herself.

One second they were exchanging names peacefully, and the next second they started fighting again. The two quickly moved in front of each other and stopped at a suitable place.

The black magic hit the idle wolf more than once, but they were all swallowed up by her clothes, with only a little "splash", and the flowing fluid seemed to have a certain defensive power.

The Originium skills were colliding with each other, and the aftermath hit the surrounding buildings. Cracks appeared on the street lamps, railings, trash cans and even the walls.

The position seemed to be reversed, Laplande carefully maintained a distance from the idle wolf, and the idle wolf was advancing desperately.

Every time he avoided the blow of the great sword, Laplande could feel that his clothes, weapons and everything on his body were changing.

It seems that the origin stone skill is flowing through the sword, spreading its power outward.

Both wolves are of the same type, weapons that appear to be swords, are essentially staffs.

They are all solitary wolves, with the same essential fighting skills.

Laplande knew that he should speed up, and if he continued to delay, once the weapon turned into molten iron, he would undoubtedly lose.

As if he never thought that the enemy he was chasing would turn his back on his carbine, Idle Wolf's great sword cut through the air again, and Laplande rushed in front of him.

The white blade met the dagger and was broken in the middle, and the black blade successfully pierced into the idle wolf's chest.

However, just when she was about to completely open the wound and deal with this difficult enemy, the idle wolf's great sword swung at her again at an incredible, distorted angle.

This is the inspiration she got from Skadi's swordsmanship, but this kind of show has almost no practical significance, and can only be used to chop fixed targets. Her body is not as flexible as Skadi.

As it happens, the current Laplande is a good fixed target.

Even if it was too late to let go of the hilt now, Laplande failed to dodge the attack, and a long wound was drawn on his chest by the big sword.

As for which of the two is more seriously injured now, it can only be said that it is almost the same, but idle wolf still holds the weapon in his hand.

Pulling out the black sword from her chest, Leisure Wolf could feel her breathing becoming short and the pressure balance in her lungs was broken, and she couldn't hold on for too long.

Picking up the long sword stained with his own blood, Leisure Wolf easily broke it and threw it aside, and now only the guy in front of him is left.

Is she going to kill a character she likes with her own hands?She didn't know, and of course reality wouldn't give her such a choice.

The rain of countless swords blocked the way of the idle wolf, and the eyes of Laplande, who had been peacefully waiting to die, rekindled the light again.

Being killed by the vengeful was not a bad ending, although she really couldn't remember it, but having something was more important than anything.

"Texas..."

Knowing that Texas still cares about her, so what if it's embarrassing?

Laplande retreated from the battlefield.

And the victor, Idle Wolf, was not much better than the loser. After she stopped casting spells, she had lost most of her strength, and could barely stand with her big sword.

However, the mafia who should have jumped back at this time were unexpectedly obedient, and countless crossbows and guns were aimed at them.

Reinforcements have arrived.

Provence was the first to rush to idle wolf and hugged her, and Angelina couldn't do anything even if she felt unwilling.

He could only lower the weight of the idle wolf while gnashing his teeth on the sidelines.

"Miss Angelina, the enthusiastic hospital is not open to the public, please wait for news from us in the guest room."

The reason was high-sounding, but Angelina knew that this must be her revenge.

Chapter 336 Lies

The idle wolf hasn't fainted yet, and she didn't expect to be so exciting today. Although she didn't have a real enemy, it was still a lesson for her.

just the price...

It seemed that there were some things she couldn't do with her own hands.

"Provence, help me tell that ghost guy that there is an integration movement in the Longmen slum..."

Idle Wolf admits that she has no good intentions. She could have told the Longmen Guard Bureau long in advance, but she didn't.

She wanted the Guards Bureau and the Integration Movement to fight more intensely inside Longmen, and what she told them at this point in time would give them a certain amount of time to react, but they couldn't really clear the payment in advance.

Once the Longmen Guards Bureau is not defeated, the integration movement will not be able to go deep alone, so let them play a tug of war there.

"Well, you should rest first."

"One more thing." Still a little worried, he looked around at the seemingly obedient mafia, "Pay attention to them."

After getting an affirmative answer, Idle Wolf finally lay down.

"Then I'll sleep for a while, three...an hour or two will be fine..."

Wanting to sleep more, she thought about what day tomorrow would be, and finally chose to squeeze her sleep time, even if she was a wounded person.

At a position that the idle wolf didn't see, Angelina was watching this scene with a dark face, because the two people were so harmonious, JK felt that he might need some new ways to do it.

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Dreams are the most mysterious, warmest, and most terrifying spiritual dwellings for human beings. When a person realizes that he is dreaming, can he really change the dream?

And what if, that dream happened in the past memory?

She was a size smaller than the current idle wolf, dressed more colorfully, but also more dilapidated, standing in a dark room with only one light in the whole room, like a prison, or an interrogation room.

"Terry Hugh, we will fulfill our promise, and you must also shoulder your due responsibilities."

In the darkness, a voice that could not be identified as male or female, and whose age was unknown, came. The face of the speaker was not in my memory, or it was blurred.

"I understand, I know what I have to do."

Even if it has become like this, this idle wolf who is one size smaller——Trixie still maintains her posture, and it's okay to say it's pretentious. After all, she has already succumbed, although it was not for her own sake.

"Go out of this door and do what you want, except that you can't meet your family. This is the kindness of Ms. Sicily." After the voice finished speaking, he added, "Everything that happened here Everything in the world ceases to exist under the sun."

"I see."

She always said it was Ms. Sicily, and she had never seen that legendary figure until now. The people behind the scenes tried their best to hide their information and said carelessly that everything was for Ms. Sicily.

Trixie smiled, she had never seen through anything so clearly, but this time she saw through, what is the mafia.

Turn around and go out to get the door that represents light, and what is connected outside the door is just another fragment of memory.

'Where is this, am I? '

Trixie stood on the streets of Syracuse. This old, dilapidated neighborhood seemed to have not changed for decades, but it was the place where she felt the warmest in her heart.

She can name every neighbor in the neighborhood. She thinks she has done what she thinks is right here, and the residents here have never betrayed her.

Especially at the end of the block, only a few streets away, that place belongs to another world, and I have unknowingly bonded with a little guy over there.

Looking at the old watch on the wrist, irreparable cracks have appeared on the glass surface, and the machinery inside is still working hard, trying to exert the last light and heat in vain.

Just like herself.

Looking at the time, that little guy is about to arrive, no matter what I say, she will always come here at a fixed time every week.

Only this time, it was the first and last time Trish looked forward to her arrival.

'Am I... dreaming? '

Another consciousness appeared in Trish's body. After knowing that she was dreaming, her mind quickly became clear, and she was able to see Trish's vision and hear the words around her.