"You were so handsome last night!" Lin Ke'er mentioned the earth-shattering battle last night, and he couldn't even bother to wipe his nose, "You transform and kill such a big spider on the spot, so many super masters were beaten by that big spider and couldn't find the north, you just jumped into its mouth when you went up, and clicked!" Lin Ke'er gestured vigorously with his knife.

"I ...... Spider...... What the...... Spider?" Although Huang didn't understand, but seeing that Lin Ke'er was rarely so energetic, he subconsciously smiled and cooperated, "I...... Beat...... Racked?"

"You're ****** like a savior!" Hansen blurted out, "Do you know that after you turned black, the momentum was simply ******!"

"Uh...... He...... Mother...... Target...... What?" I didn't understand, but I remembered the curse words firmly, "What am I...... Black...... Color?"

"Can't you remember anything?" Steve reconfirmed in disbelief, he had thought that Araja couldn't react because he was overworked after running for so many days, and his brain was knotted, "You can't remember before or after you jumped into the Deadwood Spider's mouth?"

"By the way," Hansen said cordially, stabbing Wasteland in the shoulder with a bandage, "Count your boy with a conscience, and didn't jump in with a few brothers." ”

Lin Ke'er: "Brother Huang, do you know that you are now the hero of all Aragon, my great hero......" She came up with a red face, and her eyebrows were really like no one else.

“…… You...... You guys...... First...... Wait a while...... "Araku subconsciously shrank back, the amount of information was too large, and his brain didn't have time to deal with it no longer than the length and width of a rugby, "What am I?" he hadn't even figured out the subject-verb-object.

"I think you're really ......" Hansen, "You can't remember before or after you went black?" he scoldly came up with a more crucial point than Steve's question.

"What's the last scene in your memory?" Steve also felt that something was wrong, and asked Hansen along his train of thought, "Do you remember how we escaped from the Assassin Society?"

"Thorn ...... What the...... Stab...... The guest ...... "The wilderness is already one head and two big", I remember...... Chased ......"

"Yes!" "Hansen, I said, how can you be so forgetful." ”

Steve looked at Araku's blank expression, "What else?" he asked.

"I ...... I seem to ...... I seem to have seen it...... Big...... Big Spider ......"

"Yes, I'll just say it! I remember it!" Hansen put his handsless arm on the shoulder, "wait to be your great hero! There are so many little girls who want to pounce on you! Do you know how enthusiastic the ladies of Aragon are...... Oil!"

Lin Keer pinched Hansen's thigh. The bald muscular man kept his mouth shut with a bitter face.

"Huh...... Hehe...... "I can't remember what happened after that."

Steve wasn't as big as the other two: "Then you must remember that you turned black ......"

"What...... What the...... Black...... Black ......?"

Hansen's face was a tiger: "You're still pretending to be stupid, you're so powerful, you have already turned black, and little Ina doesn't need to ......" He suddenly remembered something...... It seems like...... It's really no wonder that there is a waste" Forget it, people can't be resurrected after death, if Lao Tzu was sad for the dead, he would have died of depression a long time ago. He suddenly remembered that the "great hero who killed the dead wood spider" in front of him had almost been buried in the mud of the Aryan Mountains by Steve and Little Ina.

"I ...... What the...... Black...... I...... It's really ......" he couldn't think of it, his brain hurt when he thought about it.

"There's got to be weird about this. Steve's pupils constricted, he didn't actually trust this "son of the monster" for a moment.

"If you can't think of it, don't think about it. Steve said with relief, but in his heart he thought that since he didn't admit it, he couldn't ask anything.

What do you admit? Do you remember if you admit it? They didn't do anything harmful, and they really couldn't understand these spies of the Knight Guild, as if once they let go of their noble dogma, there would be no half good people left in the world at that time.

Lin Ke'er didn't think about it so much, she felt that Huang was sent by God to protect her, so whether he remembered it or not, he had his own reasons: "Brother Huang, are you uncomfortable? I'll rub it for you?" What she was worried about was that after running around three people for so many days, Huang would not have muscle strain.

"I didn't ...... Not...... Affair. "Desert is just feeling like something is missing from your body...... What was missing? He felt from the top of his head to the soles of his feet...... Clothes, when did you change this white dress...... When do I wear ......

It's easy on the calves......

"My thunder, where ......is my thunder!" Who...... See...... My leg ...... ...... on the leg"

Steve's face turned white, and he knew that a warrior who pretended to be stupid and stunned could not be so kind, serving and healing: "What important things were lost?" He felt that this "son of the demon beast" was full of mystery all over his body, and the most amazing thing was that the mysterious things happened to him in the eyes of others, but he looked like a commonplace- Rescued everyone from the Yellow Light Millions Army, teamed up with the Orangutan King to soak in the Fountain of Life to revive everyone, and was chased by a Temple-level assassin from Donetsk at the southern tip of the Principality of Gonca all the way to the territory of the Central Gunka Warrior Association...... By the way, Steve, who felt that we were very deep in the city, felt for a moment that he had done so many good things and was a trustworthy person.

However, it is precisely because the wilderness is so miraculous that he must have lost something so frightened now.

"You're ......on your legs," Steve recalled, "on your legs...... It's that dirty legging, isn't it?"

He said, "Your clothes were changed for you by the wild grass people, and if you lose your baby, you must be there for him!"

……

……

Wild Grass sat alone, with a flask, a glass, and a dirty, sweaty leggings on the table.

The dead master is dead, the master is dead, not to mention the mallet that died on the eve of hearing the Tao, the sycamore and the fire cat—suddenly there are no brothers in the entire Nanda camp who can talk to each other.

Fortunately, Bai picked up an artifact that was delivered to the door. Talking about ******* is such a thing?" he was obviously a little drunk, and his eyes were frighteningly red, "just for such a thing?" he felt that the real thing was 108,000 miles worse than the one in the photo—and he was too careless about maintenance.

But he would never doubt the authenticity of this thing: this is the kamikaze, he watched the yellow light "swish" out of the air with four big living people, just this glance, it can't be wrong!