The evening breeze blew across Duroc's cheeks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info's blonde hair kept churning, churning with sad thoughts. The golden sunset reflects the endless longing, as sharp as the beating heart that has been pricked by a needle.

He had vowed to kill the root causes of untold suffering for other human beings, he had made such things the only reason to live, he had seen countless sorrows, he had thought he had become numb.

After all, he couldn't defeat himself, and he couldn't change the fact that he was crying. No matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, tears flowed in his eyes as if he was exploiting a loophole.

Duroc knew it clearly, because the wind cooled his tears. The corners of his eyes began to get cold, too.

Duroc pulled over and parked on the side of the road. He began to run, towards the woods by the side of the road.

Why? Why war? Why did you do nothing and go through everything you shouldn't have experienced? Why do humans discriminate against Groot? Why......

Countless questions haunted him, and Duroc now only wanted to ask himself what he had done in the three years since. What has changed?

Maybe nothing has changed, and I am just being drawn into a circle of endless wars. Like a puppet, fight incessantly to win the favor of the god of war.

No! No! Nothing!

Duroc stopped, tripped by the roots, and plunged headlong into the dirt. At this time, he had no tears, but he still had a melancholy face.

If, maybe, or you can let go and live a normal life.

No way! No way! As long as he had a similar idea, it only took a second for him to be vetoed by himself.

Duroc slowly got up and sat down on the root of the tree where he had tripped and cleared the dirt from his body. Careful cleaning, mechanical cleaning. He didn't think about anything, because he couldn't figure it out either.

The setting sun was reflected on the ground from the shadows of the trees, and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and Duroc thought it was time for him to go back.

Just as Duroc was about to stand up, a strange aura caught his attention.

Be...... Murderous! Strong murderous aura!

Duroc didn't think much of it, and walked in the direction of the feeling. Deeper in the woods, he saw two people. No! A man and a Groot, to be exact. Duroc hid behind a large tree not far from them.

The human stood on a tree branch, dressed in a white brocade robe. Looks like the son of a noble family.

Duroc looked closely at the robe and saw that it was a robe unique to the Imperial Capital Windy City. In the past, officials sent by the imperial capital to Mo Feigett wore similar clothes.

And the other Groot ** stood on the ground with his upper body on. He also carried a bag on his back, which appeared to contain a ball-shaped object.

The man in white looked down at Groot on the ground, his right hand resting on the hilt of the long knife he was carrying, as if he was ready to kill him.

The two men were murderous, and Duroc had only seen this murderous level once since he had been exposed to real war. It was the time when Blackcliff and Mombis fought.

Suddenly, the man in white smiled. The murderous aura disappeared in an instant, just like the strange feeling of the sea surging in a storm that calmed down for only a moment.

He crouched down on a branch and said, "Hey! I want to ask a question before I fight. ”

Groot on the ground didn't seem to buy his account, still murderous, a pair of dragon wings waving slowly.

The man in white didn't seem to care about this, and while gently touching his nose, he said casually: "The priest of the Second Legion of the Dragon Clan, holding the Spirit Dragon, the fifteenth ranked holy weapon of the Dragon Clan. He has always been cautious and thoughtful, and has been heavily used by the leader of the Second Legion, Wolf Coldwolf, and the King of the Dragon Clan. My information is correct, right? Mr. Pol Pot! ”

That Groot's dragon wing suddenly stopped, he suddenly clapped his hands, and said, "It is worthy of being one of the four good dogs of the Terran Minister Otis, and his sense of smell is really keen." ”

The man in white simply sat on the trunk of the tree, and hung his long knife on the branch beside him. Then he smiled and said, "Although you admit my ability, I am very happy." But you scolding me seems to be detrimental to your status as a legionnaire! ”

"I'm sorry, I'm a rough guy and can't say good things!" Pol Pot crossed his hands in front of his chest: "You should have been with me for four days, do you see anything?" ”

"I really don't see it, why don't you tell me!"

"Hey!" Burbutt fed suddenly, and continued: "Boy! Can you beat me? ”

The man in white shook his head and said, "You don't know until the fight is over!" ”

"Then let's fight!"

The man in white smiled and said, "Wait! Can you tell you where your dragon wings and dragon eyes went when you were in Moffitt City? In exchange, I tell you, I'm the dog of the four, okay! ”

"Let's fight! I can't answer this question! ”

The man in white began to laugh maniacally, and said, "It seems that this time I will win you, because you did not kill my faith." Otherwise, you should have told me. Still, I want to tell you who I am. In fact, I am the weakest of the four. ”

"The weakest? You don't think you should be a humble person, right? Pol Pot sneered

"Good! Since you don't believe it, you only know when you hit it! Yukan stood up from the trunk and patted his buttocks. I saw the long knife hanging from the branch and took it down.

Pol Pot is facing away from this Duroc, so from Duroc's vantage point, you can clearly see that the spherical object on Pol Pot's back begins to squirm.

The battle began in an instant, as Duroc saw Yu Kan again. His long knife was unsheathed, and it slammed into a black hemisphere. The black hemisphere wrapped Pol Pot tightly.

Suddenly, a long thorn protruded from the surface of the black smooth sphere, and it went straight to Yukan's throat. Yu Kan instinctively stepped back and dodged Blackthorn's attack.

At the moment when Yukan's foot landed, his right foot suddenly exerted force again. Hitting back at Pol Pot, like a cannonball, slammed into the black hemisphere that had not yet arrived.

Then the black hemisphere was knocked away like a cannonball, and the hemisphere quickly closed in the air. Wrap Pol Pot completely.

At this time, only a huge sphere could be seen flying through the dense forest, and the trees that passed by broke their waists, and the sawdust flew sideways, and the dust flew everywhere.

Before Pol Pot, who was knocked away, could calm down, Yukan rushed into the center of the smoke and dust billowing again.

While! The sound of metal clashing echoed through the trees. Immediately after that, the dust in the air was blown away by the strong sword qi.

Duroc saw that the tip of Yukan's knife was pressed against the throat of a blackened Groot, but he couldn't go any deeper.

Pol Pot, wrapped in black paint, stretched out his hand and grasped Yukan's blade. Quickly, the black lacquer-like thing stretched along the blade like mud, wrapping all the rain Kan.

And Pol Pot's whole body was also exposed, his dragon wings had been broken, his whole body was severely bruised, and blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth.

"You're a dangerous person! Solve it here, and you will have one less fierce enemy in the future. Pol Pot used his other hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he said, "Now, if you tell me the purpose of your Mofitter, I may be able to make your death happy!" ”

Now the black substance in the position of Yukan's mouth melted and opened a small opening.

As soon as the small opening was opened, Yu Kan said: "I found that the uncle has a lot of words!" ”

"What did you say?"

"I say! You! Fee! Speech! Too! Many! Finish! Yu Kan said word by word.

"You go to die!" Saying that, Pol Pot began to get lucky. He began to take control of the black object. "All I need to do is let the spirit dragon grow countless tiny thorns on the inside, and you'll die!"

Yu Kan said disdainfully: "Then you're fast!" ”

"Since you beg to die, I will let you die!"

Quiet.........

Duroc thought that Yukan would be a blur of flesh and blood, but nothing happened.

Then Duroc saw the black object wrapped in the rain begin to expand, and then expand again until it exploded.

A violent wave of air swept Pol Pot into the air, and he lay on the ground. Squirted a large mouthful of thick plasma and briefly fell unconscious.

When Pol Pot woke up from his coma, a long, cold knife was already on his neck.

"You... How did it work! Pol Pot still doesn't believe that the situation that he had won just now will turn out like this.

Yu Kan smiled and said, "Why? He reversed the knife in his hand and said, "No, it's just because your spirit dragon is not tough enough. ”

Pol Pot looked around at the fragments of the spirit dragon around him and closed his eyes.

"Hey! You're not going to be ready to die! Yu Kan was a little unwilling and said, "You haven't answered my question yet?" I'll give you a deal, and if you answer now, I'll solve you in a second and you're absolutely no pain. ”

"Humph!" Pol Pot snorted coldly and said, "You can't stop me if I want to die!" ”

Yu Kan seemed very interested and said, "How do you want to die?" ”

By the time Yukan finished asking this sentence, Pol Pot was already dead. It was the fragment of the spirit dragon that he controlled himself and shot himself in the head.

"Hey! It's boring! Yu Kan kicked the corpse on the ground

After kicking it, he looked around at the fragments of the spirit dragon around him, and then squatted down to pick up the fragments and put them in his pocket. His mouth was still chanting: "Like the softness of water, like the spirit dragon of steel!" ”

After picking it up, Yu Kan got up and patted the dust on his trouser legs, and said while patting: "Boy, how long do you want to watch it?" ”;