Vic and Du Yueming were both stunned, you must know that Mr. Walter is not only a tattooed knight, but also a lot of masters around him, this mourning night suddenly wants to run alone to take revenge, it is a little unbelievable.

"You think it's a little incredible, don't you?" asked Wai Mi Ye, looking at the two of them very calmly.

After Du Yueming and Vic glanced at each other, they had a tacit understanding of nodding at the same time.

Yes, Mourning Night's words did sound incredible, if he had the strength to kill Walter Youqian, why didn't he make that thing a week ago?

Mourning Night sighed softly: "It would be nice to have a cigarette, but where to find a cigarette in this hellish place now......"

His gaze suddenly drifted away, as if caught in a whirlpool of memory, and his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about how to speak. His two fingers rubbed against the dry dry, and he could see that he was still not used to smoke.

"Yes, yes. Du Yueming interrupted suddenly.

He really has cigarettes on hand, and he also has lighters, these things are produced in Dean Yang's space ring, it seems that this old guy who has mastered thunder and lightning is also an out-and-out old smoker.

Du Yueming handed the paper cigarette and lighter to Wai Mi Ye, and then moved the bench with Vic, completely ready to listen to the story, anyway, there is still a lot of time, the night is still long, Wu Bao can't run, everything is not in a hurry.

"Thank you. Mourning lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said leisurely, "Actually, Walter and I have known each other for a long time, and I and Harriet, and the three of us spent our childhood in the same town. At that time, I was a homeless man who didn't even have a name, and Mourning Night was the name I gave myself when I left. Do you know what it means to mourn the night?"

The listener shook his head.

The storyteller continues: "Mourning means rainy night, and the night I was separated from Harriet was on a rainy night, and that night was so profound to me that I left her that name. At that time, Walter and I were still good friends, and he had a decent family and often stuffed me with food. We both loved the woman at the time, but Harriet chose me. You know? I felt like I had the whole world, and I couldn't sleep all night with excitement on the night of the kiss. ”

"But then, you should all understand that in this world, there is no power to support, and love is actually a very empty thing. Harriet's mayor's father wouldn't marry her to me as a vagabond, even though I had already shown good magical skills by then, in the church's free school. But so what? I didn't have any background, so no one wanted to believe me until I really succeeded, and when I was young, I was too arrogant to stand the humiliation, so I simply said goodbye to her on a rainy night and went out to wander. ”

"Actually, I told Harriet that she didn't have to wait for me, and I asked Walter to take good care of her, I thought they would be happy, but I didn't expect Walter to have so much resentment towards me, so that tragedy happened later. ”

Mourning took a deep puff of the cigarette, the smoke was almost burned out, and the story was almost over.

His understatement, but Du Yueming felt that deep powerlessness and unwillingness, the young man's decision when he left must be very big, big enough to give up his sweetheart, and also heavy, so heavy that he could call another man to take good care of her. But he is silent, no one.

"It turns out that the bond between you and Walter is like this, and it's a bit bloody. Du Yueming interjected, "But I still don't know how sure you are to kill him." ”

"I know a forbidden magic that can overdraw my life force to gain power, which is why I am so old. Don't look like this now, I was so much more handsome than you when I was younger, otherwise how would Harriet take a fancy to me. ”

Du Yueming: "You are, right?" It's more handsome than me, and I don't believe it anyway. ”

"Then my next one, you may not believe it even more, my previous strength was a great magician, the great magician knows, it is equivalent to a knight among your fighting knights. A wave of a hand, a stomp of a foot in such a country will trigger a shocking existence. Mourning lit another cigarette, and his breezy expression didn't look like he was bragging.

"Then why did you get mixed up like this?" Du Yueming asked.

"That's a long story, this involves an organization, and your son should have an impression, which is the shadow church. ”

"You've done it there before, no wonder you know so much about the ruins. ”

"You're pretty smart. ”

"That's right, but if you go to Walter for revenge, the price of overdraft this time must be no. After some talking, Du Yueming noticed a trace of tragedy in the words of the mourning night.

Mourning Miye smiled: "That's all life." ”

"It's really hard enough for your sweetheart, your uncle is really still your uncle, I respect you as a man. Du Yueming praised. The old man's body may be aging, but he still has a heart full of blood.

At this time, Vic suddenly muttered: "But life does not necessarily have to be hanged on a tree with a crooked neck. ”

Mourning Night: "You're right, I thought about it when I left, and I probably won't have anything to do with her in this life." But fate is such a mysterious thing, I went around and around for most of my life, and at the weakest and oldest moment, I met her again. She also had a miscarriage at that time, and she was too weak to do it, but I wanted to save him like that, so I went to the ruins, and my body aged faster...... But I didn't regret it, it turns out that sometimes hanging yourself from a tree with a crooked neck is really willing. ”

Vic was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"If I hadn't shattered that illusion, maybe you would still be living happily ever after with her. Du Yueming suddenly.

"Maybe it's fate, honestly I don't resent you, and I don't hate Walter. You know, how can a body like mine be in peace and happiness with her all the time, my death is a matter of time. I didn't release the last technique, first of all, I had a certain problem with my physical strength, and then I didn't want to die in front of Harriet. Also, if you can, please help me set up Harriet after tonight. ”

"Hmm. I know. Du Yueming nodded.

Mourning Night's words were still calm, but Du Yueming heard a little lonely and tragic feeling, he knew that Mourning Night was actually covering up something, it must be a one-man show that only belonged to his heart.

Maybe this old boy ran all his life for that figure, he wanted her to be happy when he left, and he also wanted her to be happy when he accepted, and he finally wanted her to be happy, and he finally had gray hair, burned his life, and put on a battle robe, or hoped that she would be happy.

At this point, Mourning Night must kill Walter, just like fate, and everything will end only when the deranged Walter is killed.

This feeling, Du Yueming thought that he probably couldn't learn it. After praising Wai Mi Ye for a few words such as how good the uncle is, he then handed him Dean Yang's magic staff.

"This is Dean Yang's, you should be able to use it. "Du Yueming is very generous.

"Thank you. Mourning took the staff solemnly, and for a while, it completely lost the flickering energy before.

Mourning is currently without a weapon, but it would be much easier to have such a staff, so he is very sincere.

"It's a bit nosy, but I'd like to ask, how sure are you that Watt guy?"

"About fifty percent. Mourning changed into a ragged robe that hid his naked, thin upper body, and his hair was turned into a comical explosion by electric shocks. But this old man is not only sharp in appearance, but also in his eyes, he should be ready to go.

"It's already tall, at least higher than I've ever been. Hey, old fellow, there's a word in my hometown called youth, which refers to the most unbridled period of one's life. I'm still at that stage, but I've lost once before. So, the old ...... No, old boy, you have to win. ”

Du Yueming is like this. He knew that this proposition was sometimes not grandiose, the crooked neck tree was the youth who was going to hang himself with all his might, the young man who used to be ambitious in all directions, and now he was only committed to this one thing, he had no friend costume, but he was still the old boy.

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