I heard you want to counterattack

Knowing that the destination of the two of Huiweier is the place where the "Silver River" anomaly first appeared, Valita was extremely active, ignoring the smirking Son in a black robe, and came to Huiweier's side to volunteer. take them.

The ghost knows that Schretz has put on the air of refusing to communicate very clearly, and Hong Guoguo's threat is missing. The female deputy head who doesn't like oil and salt doesn't care at all.

Seeing the deputy head of his family poking straight beside the young man in white, everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group shivered under the gloomy air-conditioning of Schkretz, with a dazed look on their faces.

"My lord! Please!" Valita's cheeks were flushed, she didn't know whether it was nervous or excited, she persistently looked at the person in front of her, "Let me guide you!"

"I won't trouble you!"

The person in front of her has bright and warm golden long hair, her deep golden eyes are light but full of bright light, that kind of feeling as if her whole body is glowing, she almost has difficulty breathing, her heartbeat is gradually speeding up, so intense that she can't hear it No sound, just look at each other intently.

not love.

she knows.But far more intense than love.

The chest is overflowing, the joy that is about to jump out, the loss and recovery, and the tears of faith.

"Yeah, it won't cause us any trouble." Shkretz barged in, crossing his arms and half-smiling, "but if the confidence in your words is your meager and pitiful magic power, I'll be honest— —”

He sneered mercilessly, "The credibility of these words is not as good as the "Casian Continental Peace Declaration" of the human king."

Although Valita was born to be a good material for a magician because of her physique, the magic power of Casian Continent has been so scarce that it cannot be absorbed by humans over the years. Valita has been placed in the heyday of magic with the magic power absorbed by magic crystals , but barely can be called a magician.

It's not enough to put them in front of them. Where did she think they were going?

"You—" Shkretz's indistinct snort almost caused Valita to explode, but she was also aware of her own weight, and looked aggrieved at Huiwell who was silently watching her, Timidly, "My lord..."

The young man in white affirmed what Shkretz said, "No."

Valita looked at him disappointedly, forced a smile, "Okay then..."

Seeing her like that, don't expect her to walk away by herself, Shkretz glanced at her, curled his lips, and walked away with Heywell in a victorious posture.

"What do you care about with her?"

The person next to him had a pleasant aura written all over his body, which made Huiweier look sideways, annoyed and funny.

Huiweier hadn't planned to let Valita follow him, but seeing Shkretz's childish appearance, he looked like a rooster that had won a fight.

"She can't even remember, and you can still match up with her." Huiwei helplessly raised his forehead. To a certain extent, this is also a kind of talent.

"Xiao Zhizhi, you are eccentric." Shkrez grabbed the corner of his robe and began to cry, "How much suffering she caused me before, and I just took revenge, Xiao Zhizhi's heart aches!"

Before Huiweier agreed to be with him on Casian Continent before, he took notes of how many times the little girl tricked him in the film.

No memory?

easy to say!He, Shkretz, doesn't need her to remember, let's talk about taking revenge on himself.

Huiweier: "... up to you."

Thinking of the past, he felt a little guilty, so he briefly mentioned Shkretz's words and didn't repeat them.

Under the scorching sun, the boundary line between the cloudless sky and the vast yellow sandy desert was out of reach. Shkretz tilted his head slightly, looked at the side faces of the people around him, and curled the corners of his lips with a soft expression.

Their walking speed was not fast, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the unwilling Valita standing there, watching from a distance, letting the wind and sand hit her face.

As the head of the mercenary regiment, Anston was in a complicated mood. Although it was a bit offensive to say so, he really felt that the scene just now was like a cat or dog who tried every means to act coquettishly and woo its master?

Seeing that his partner was out of his mind, the corner of Anston's mouth twitched, and he called out without complaint, "Valita, we should go!"

Valita glanced back at him, said oh, and continued to turn her head to stare at the endless desert.

Anston inexplicably saw the disgust in that look, and he swore that it was definitely not an illusion.

Anston: "..."

This is definitely not Valita, Valita will not despise him!

The poor old captain wiped his face and was struggling to breathe. He felt that since those two, no, one person appeared, his position in Valita's heart had been threatened.

Where is Wild Rose, the vice-head of my age and obedient? !

……

The boundless desert can't tell the direction, and the soft quicksand is enough to bury the footprints of any life. The closer to the center, the more dangerous it is. You must know that the creatures swallowed by the black hole will not even leave a single wreckage.

The "silver river" that Anston first saw from the top of the mountain has been proven to be a strange phenomenon that does not conform to common sense, and the place where it first appeared is a full distance from the place where the Rose Mercenary Group was attacked large cities.

Coming here, it seems that everything is truly silent, even the wind is gone, everything is terribly silent, and there is no trace of life alive.

Other than that, it doesn't seem to be any different from the vast desert.

The meticulous and dust-free white boots stopped in the center of this area, Huiwell closed his eyes and carefully felt the world.

"right here."

The golden eyes opened, and the fluctuations in the eyes flashed away. In fact, when he saw the terrifying sand scorpion just now, he knew he was looking for the right place this time.

Although monsters are the prey of human beings, in the final analysis they are still non-human races, and their hearts must be different. The feeling of killing people and killing monsters is different, and there is no psychological burden.

Of course, the benefits that the corpse of the monster can bring are also an indispensable part of this killing.

But in fact, apart from possessing magic crystals and stronger attack power than normal beasts, the appearance of monsters is not very obvious. The sand scorpion I met this time is not normal at first glance.

The sand scorpion is indeed one of the overlords of the desert, but there are groups of sand scorpions. Maybe the king of sand scorpions will be bigger, but it is far from being so exaggerated.

Moreover, the monsters that attacked without even meeting them as soon as they came up did not seem to be rational at all.

Unless it is changed by something, or infected.

underground.

Shkretz obviously thought about it too, without saying a word, the huge dark magic power condensed in front of him, the power was so huge that it almost condensed into substance, with a thick and bottomless black.

At the same time, the sky darkened in an instant, the clouds were dense, the thunder surged, and the lightning that covered the sky seemed to tear the sky apart.

Shkretz raised his eyebrows, and with the magical power of his palm, he shot towards the desert without hesitation. The affected sand dunes were trembling, as if they would collapse to the ground in the next moment.

The deafening thunder crashed down, at a speed beyond the reach of human eyes, it just happened to intercept the magic that caused the surrounding desert to scatter unreasonably, and collided with it fiercely.

As early as when the thunder and lightning fell, Heywell left the central range, stood by, propped up a white light curtain, and appreciated the mutual cancellation between the two at a close distance.

Across the aftermath of the explosion, a figure slowly condensed, with silver-white hair and silver-white pupils, so pure and simple that no gap between the fabrics could be seen.

That person seemed to be white from head to toe, and even his skin and lips, which should have been blood-colored, were much whiter than ordinary people.

The white boy floated in mid-air, at eye level with the two people opposite him. His face was expressionless and extremely indifferent. There was no trace of life in his delicate silver eyes. Looking at them was no different from looking at gravel.

"Sure enough, you are back."

Although it is such a warm word, what he said has no fluctuations, no ups and downs, and his voice is ethereal, like an echo between heaven and earth. Coupled with his pure and white appearance, he should be the spokesperson image of the widely praised heaven, but it is weird extreme.

Heywell stared into the other's empty eyes, and said in a steady voice, "Long time no see."

"The way of heaven."

The author has something to say: stubbornly crawled out of the coffin, and let out a roar: I updated it!

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