The haze of the night gives the earth a mysterious coat, the sound of the waterfall lingers, and the crescent moon in the sky is like a charming eye, smiling a little sweetly.

On the edge of the cliff, the old man who was sitting quietly suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes of the vast stars under the hat flashed, he first looked to the east, and then looked into the distance, a sigh, gently as if an illusion.

The Lost Island, the Land of the City, in the darkness, a figure rose and fell like an ethereal figure to the remote house, and the surrounding was quiet and peaceful, except for the faint sound of footsteps in the sparse and sparse, which could only be heard in a particularly quiet night.

Where the figures passed, they found the periphery, the jungle, and the bodyguards guarding outside the house were undoubtedly dead, and the heavy sleeping statues seemed to be still obsessed with the prosperity of the world, but the cold skin announced that they had been out of this world for a long time.

In front of the house, on the lawn, the woman's soft lines can outline a seductive posture even when lying on the ground. The haze of the moonlight shone a corner of the figure, a green top hat, and a white-haired face. As if he knew the woman at his feet, he left a remembrance, and his vision looked ahead, not far away, a tattered kimono covered a hideous face, and the blue strips of cloth fluttered in the evening breeze, and there was a smell of burning.

Following

"Grandpa, grandpa...... Whining...... You don't go," cried a little girl in a white dress who threw herself on an elderly man. Behind her stood a group of people dressed in black, black and oppressive, some with sadness, some with regret, and some with a faint smile on their tense cheeks.

Mitsumasa Shiroto, the president of the Gura Foundation in Japan, has passed away, which is such a common thing in this world, birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature. But this figure has also caused a huge wave for the Japanese political circles, but for the Gura Foundation may not be a good thing, after the death of the president, his granddaughter Saori Shiroto will take his place, but I don't know if this thirteen-year-old girl can sit firmly, can she sit in this position, sometimes the position is too high, and it will be miserable to fall. Only the presidents of the other consortiums are happy at this time, maybe soon, the Gula Society consortium will become their assets, what can a little girl who is only thirteen years old do. That is, a middle school student, as soon as the white-haired old man leaves, the Gula Society Building is about to fall, although it is to mourn, it is better to say that they are here to see the joke......

"Miss, please mourn ......," said Chen, the faithful butler of the Gula Society, to the crying dead and alive little girl.

"Chen, grandpa is gone, **** is gone, I can't see them anymore, and the Gula Society Foundation that grandpa left me, what should I do?" The little girl raised her head and looked at Chenji and said, tears rippled in her energetic eyes, how arrogant her fair and lovely face looked, the smaller figures curled up together, her weak shoulders were trembling, and Chen's heart was already a little heartache when she saw it, he frowned and didn't know what to think, and hesitated for a moment before gently helping Saori and said sincerely" Miss, Tatsu will always be your servant of the city, and I will guard you no matter how difficult it is in the future. ”

Maybe it was too sad, maybe it was a little moved, Miss Saori fainted gorgeously, and Tatsumi was busy hugging her and sending her back to the villa of the Joto.

In the villa near the beach, Saori was alone in a room, and the door was locked by herself, not letting anyone in.

At this moment, she was wearing white pajamas, and there was a Mickey Mouse toy next to her, she was hugged tightly in front of her chest, her hands were wrapped around her legs, and the lonely smaller figure sat on the large and exquisite bed, her eyes looked into the distance through the window, many stars in the dark night were still shining a little bit, I don't know why the moon was particularly round tonight, Saori seemed to see her deceased grandfather in the light and shadow of the moon, thinking of this, tears filled her eyes again, Bei Yan bit her lower lip tightly, raised her head, and did not let the tears flow.

"I want to learn to be strong, strong ......" The little mouth kept underestimating, the immature little hands slowly clenched, and the shoulders trembled a little, but the tears did not leave after all. When it is difficult and sad, perhaps, Saori has learned to be strong, when some vague eyes fall on the golden-colored box at the head of the bed, as if you can feel the warmth that has just been lost for a long time, the gold-colored box slowly lights up, illuminates the room, warms the heart of the whole person, I don't know why, Saori's haggard little face has a warm smile, but there are tears in her eyes, shining, but looking at the gold-colored box is more determined, "I must fulfill grandpa's last wish, the Galaxy Ring Match...... ”

After a long time, holding Mickey Mouse Saori slowly lay on the bed and fell asleep, and at this time, the light of the gold-colored box slowly faded, but under the head of the bed, the figure slowly condensed, wearing a golden holy robe, and there was a pair of golden-colored wings three or four meters wide behind him, this figure stared at the girl on the bed for a moment, and suddenly slowly knelt on the ground, looking at the girl and solemnly chanting "Goddess...... Blasphemous people will be punished by heaven. ”

The evening breeze blows, the long hair flutters, and on the reef of the beach, a slim figure looms in the moonlight. Suddenly, the moonlight darkened, and she spread her wings to cover the sky and the sun, and came to the woman's side with a whistling.

"Hmph~ The old man you said is nothing more than that. Under the purple robe, a man's disdainful voice came from underneath the robe.

The wings spread out, obscuring the moonlight in the night sky, making the woman's figure flicker.

"Whoever blasphemes the gods will be damned, and if he can exert seven or eight points of strength, I may be able to see the sunrise on the Lost Island. The woman's vocal cords are soft and cottony, giving people a comfortable feeling of enjoyment, but the words she spits out are sonorous and powerful.

"Humph!" the man snorted, his wings spread behind his back, and the figure soared into the air.

Under the sound of the waves of the sea, the woman was left alone in the moonlight.

At the end of the night, Dismask's sea water has gone through a day and a night's rush, and the water is not as convenient as running on land. Before he got out of gravity and didn't catch the plane, he had to swim to the Lost Island in this way.

Before that, he went to Shanghai in the land of Shenzhou like a dream, but he didn't have an affair. Bizarre dreams and real encounters made him uneasy. Thinking about being a Golden Saint Seiya, a strong person who has reached the seventh sense, no dream will be untargeted, something must happen, just like what happened to Alice Phil who he kept dreaming about many years ago, who would have thought that it might be a terrible fact.

Finally, under the early morning sun, a drenched Dismask crawled to the edge of the coast, and the Lost Island arrived.

On the reef, the woman waiting for the sunrise also showed her face, a black cloak covering her tall figure, a pair of watery black eyes on her fair and delicate face, staring straight at the figure walking out of the sea, the corners of her mouth were slightly twitched, and her teeth pressed her lips hatefully, "Damn Danadus......"