The madman who fell into the ruins descended a ravine, his body tumbling and his memories restored. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is not the resurrection of some buried memory, but the return of a memory that should have been there. Although it was painful, the madman confirmed the authenticity of this memory at the same time as it was restored, because without these memories, the battle just now would be meaningless.

"I see, she was the one who fought me just now!" the madman pinned a bone spur to the ground, barely stopping his rolling. His head still hurts, but his thoughts are clear. "She's a servant of God, which means it's all God's work. Damn, God fucking ...... [The madman didn't scold a few words here because of the urgency of time, but it can be said that he scolded the key, scolded the essence, and expressed his dissatisfaction with God vividly]"

The madman took a breath, looked at the dim blue-gray light above, and whispered with seven points of sympathy and three points of hatred: "Being enslaved by such a god is miserable enough in itself, and there is that kind of lonely setting, maybe it would be better to die forever like that." ”

The madman knows very well in his heart that no matter how tragic the fate of the other party is, Gan Tian will often choose to stay away. The person who can really shake Gan Tian's heart must be the person who is already in his heart. And everything that he forgot just now shows that the dead Bud Yizi is the key to Gan Tian becoming the emperor. The answer is already obvious, but the key to saving Gan Tian is quite the opposite.

"You guy, I'm not going to let you be unscrupulous!" the madman laughed deliberately, and then he kicked him backwards, trying to fly back into the formation in one go. However, just as he was kicking out, he couldn't help but snort, and a sharp pain made him miss his kick.

By the time of the battle, the cracks on the Ghost Dao Rune Talisman were clearly visible, and the Ghost Dao armor was covered in bruises like the body of a madman.

"Damn, don't you even have this level of power anymore?" the madman, who recognized this fact, glanced upward, gritted his teeth, and began to move his hands and feet upwards quickly.

On the other hand, almost at the same time as the madman's memory was restored, Lavinia's memory was also restored. When that missing memory was completed, she remembered more about Gan Tian.

She still remembers the first time she heard the name Gan Tian when she was discussing new students with Gan Tian's homeroom teacher. In the mouth of the head teacher, Gan Tian is undoubtedly a dusty pearl, but judging from Lavinia's impression of Gan Tian in class, he is simply a stinky stone. All the characteristics that an unenterprising troubled teenager should have can be found in Gan Tian's body. So while Gan Tian was blatantly sleeping in class, Lavinia, who couldn't bear it anymore, broke out. If she remembers correctly, it was the first time she had talked to a student. To be honest, after the heart-to-heart conversation, she felt like a failure, but now that she thinks about it, maybe she didn't fail.

Just when Lavinia was immersed in the memories, the madman who had already used his origin spiritual power climbed up and entered Gantian's vision with his height advantage. [The origin spiritual power is the madman's own spiritual power, not the power in the ghost rune sub-rune]

The madman stayed in place for a while, and then walked towards Gan Tian with firm steps.

In the distance, a burst of sparks erupted from the god-killing knight's body, who could no longer open his mouth, and his entire body sank. God's situation was not much better, but it seemed quite calm now, as if the parts of the body that had left it did not belong in the first place.

When the madman approached a certain level, Gan Tian suddenly lowered his gaze and looked at him indifferently. It was also an indifferent look, but he felt that the current Gan Tian was completely different from the previous Gan Tian, but what was the difference, with his level, he couldn't see it.

The madman's heart sank, and he knew that he might not be able to move forward any further. "It's about the same distance, so let's do it here," thinking in his heart, the madman in reality simply shouted: "Gan Tian, I don't understand what you're thinking now!"

As soon as these words came out, Lavinia suddenly came back to her senses, and the god-killing knight not far away almost fell, and the god lost more of his body.

The madman continued to shout recklessly, "Even so, do you want to give up your dreams like this? Don't you want to be a quiet rich second generation?"

"Noise!" Gan Tian swept out a purple blade of light.

The madman who had been prepared for a long time turned his body, narrowly avoided the blade of light, and continued to shout reluctantly: "Don't you want to go back, don't you want to see Gan Ruo again?"

"Wahahahaha, the poor road has sacrificed the last magic weapon, Gan Tian, you don't hurry up and catch it." The madman is very confident in his heart. You must know that in reality, as long as he talks about Gan Ruo to Gan Tian, even if the latter does not turn his face immediately, he will definitely become serious. It is precisely because of this hole card that he dares to blatantly pull Gan Tian into the water.

However, a purple blade of light swept over by Gan Tian mercilessly shattered the illusion in the madman's heart.

"How is that possible!" the madman was shocked, and after he could avoid the blade of light, he was hit by the next one. The ghost path armor flew with sparks, bone stubble burst out, and the knife marks penetrated into the madman's black body. With just one blow, Gan Tian left the madman with a blow that he could barely stand up. And at the moment when the pain welled up, the madman understood the difference between the two kinds of indifference. If the previous Gan Tian was indifferent even if the world was destroyed, then the current Gan Tian is even if Gan Tian disappears.

"No!" the madman got up in disbelief and looked at Gan Tian in disbelief. A Gantian who doesn't care about Gan Ruo, can he still be regarded as Gan Tian?

I saw Gan Tian holding the long knife high and slashing down, and a purple light appeared along the blade, and in the next moment, it would turn into a light blade and fly out.

"Now it's all about fighting!" the madman once again used his Origin Spiritual Power to fire a release bullet. His own body pounced with the blue light bullet, trying to grab the long knife that Gan Tian swung and end it all by force.

But the development of things was once again beyond the madman's expectations, perhaps because Gan Tian's current strength was stronger than that of Mei Yizi, the purple light blade did not cancel out the spirit release bullet, but defeated it and slashed it on the head of the madman who pounced.

For a moment, the madman felt that the world before him had been split in half, separated by a purple dividing line. But in fact, he fell into a brief dizziness, and the whole person almost rolled in front of Gan Tian. His armor was torn off, even his horns were broken, and the blood-colored flames in his mutilated eye sockets flickered and dimmed, and he looked miserable.

At this moment, the god-killing knight in the distance snorted, and sparks shot all over his body, and half of his body sank into the earth. The flesh of the god's mouth squirmed, as if to say something, but it turned out to be a cloud of blood. The glorious image of God has been ruined by this time.

"It's over. Gan Tian looked at the madman who was gasping on the ground, stepped forward, and the knife in his hand was about to swing down without hesitation. If this knife is slashed, at such a close distance, even if there is a ghost armor to protect him, the madman is afraid that he will die for a lifetime.

When his life was hanging by a thread, a sudden burst of singing seemed to have the magic of freezing time, making everything temporarily stuck. Whether it's Gan Tian who raises his knife to slash, or a madman who struggles on the ground, or a god-killing knight who struggles to support him.

The voice was clear and sweet, with a magical power to dissolve anxiety and anger. The lyrics are as difficult as an ancient incantation, but they don't have the obscurity of that incantation, as if they have a beautiful melody and a power of belief.

Gan Tian frowned slightly, slowly put down the knife, and opened the distance between him and the madman.

"Who's singing?" the madman forgot for a moment the pain in his body, forgot his purpose, and only wanted to find the source of the sound. He turned around with great effort, and a familiar and yet unfamiliar figure caught his eye. "Isn't it? It's the teacher!" the madman suddenly came to his senses, and immediately gritted his teeth and exclaimed, "That's amazing." ”

The Godslayer Knight took a breath and said excitedly, "Yes, that guy only understands this language. But then again, the emotions in this song don't feel good!"

At this time, the god said coldly: "What kind of incantation is this? Obviously, it is just a different way of reciting it, why does it have such a level of power?" As soon as the words fell, the purple light wheel began to turn, and the terrifying power instantly split the god's chest. If it weren't for the god-killing knight's sparks rising all over his body to resist the purple light wheel, and this power calmed down with the song, I'm afraid that the god would be directly swallowed by the light wheel.

At the same time, Lavinia sang and walked in the direction of Gantian as she closed her eyes and thought in her heart about the only gift she had given to Gantian that day, which was the song "ASongForSsl" she was singing now.

At the end of that day's heart-to-heart conversation, Lavinia couldn't help but bow her head, feeling extremely frustrated at her rude behavior and failed teaching.

Gan Tian saw that the teacher looked dejected, helpless on the surface, and even more helpless in his heart, he asked tentatively: "Teacher, otherwise, I'll leave first." ”

"Wait a minute!" Lavinia suddenly raised her head and stopped Gan Tian as she was about to leave. In order to save herself from this failure, she decided to show her most impressive hole card.

Gan Tian, who had already stood up, had no choice but to sit down again, and hesitated: "Is there anything else to do with the teacher?"

Lavinia adjusted her breathing a little and said with a smile: "Regarding this conversation, in fact, you don't know that the teacher knows that the teacher has no effect on you at all." If I see you tomorrow, you'll still be back to sleep. ”

"No, I said it was just an accident. Gan Tian tried to explain. But Lavinia didn't seem to want to give him a chance to explain, and she continued in one breath: "Even so, the teacher doesn't want to give up on you as a student! ”

Seeing that Lavinia finally gave him a chance to interject, Gan Tian hurriedly said: "No need, teacher, I promise that I will not sleep tomorrow, so it's okay." ”

Lavinia shook her head and said seriously, "You can take this as a gift from the teacher personally, this is a treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation in the teacher's family!"

Gan Tian waved his hand again and again: "No, this is too precious, what is it?"

Lavinia smiled slightly, then closed her eyes, and just when a strong sense of foreboding rose in Gan Tian's heart, a beautiful song was directly sung by Lavinia.

After singing a song, less than five minutes passed from the clock, but for Gan Tian, it was so long that his next tone became mature. He stared at Lavinia and asked incredulously, "Is this the teacher's gift?"

Lavinia blushed and laughed, "It's a magical song! According to my mother, if you sing it to someone you like, you can get that kind of message directly." ”

"That's amazing!"

"yes!"

When Gan Tian left the office, the whole person was in a trance, and his mind kept replaying Lavinia's singing. For him, it was the first time he had "been heard" an entire song. What surprised him even more was that it was a song that he couldn't understand even after that day, even though it was sung by Esperanto at level 12, and after that day, he could simply hum it.