Sred has been a little uncertain in the last few days, but he has not been able to find a reason. Being in the heart of the continent, he couldn't think of anything that could threaten him.

Ever since he planted a big heel at Bran's hands, he has been hiding in the loop to recuperate. It's not that the injuries are serious, but that there are a lot of concerns about certain people and things.

If there was still a surplus fruit in his hand, Sred didn't mind giving it to Bran first. I believe that in the long years, there will always be an opportunity to get it back.

It's a pity that he doesn't have any extra fruit.

After all, the things in the clan are not his, and he can no longer be cheeky to hold the clan accountable for his deals. The price paid just to redeem him is already too high.

Sina, the bastard, is the big winner of the redemption event. It will pass on all the price paid for befriending Bran to the feather people. For him, the clansmen could only pinch their noses and admit it.

In such a situation, how can the clansmen continue to be responsible for his rashness. But trading is trading, especially when the object of the transaction is still a little difficult to mess with.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be so bad at that time. Originally, it was thought that in the ensuing siege, Bran would have to lose his skin if he did not die. But he never expected that he didn't have a.

Since then, the feathers have been on the lookout.

Who would have thought that Bran would suddenly disappear. It is even rumored that he failed and died on the way to evolution. During that time, Sred occasionally sighed, he already had such strength, what did he risk breaking through?

Even if we make a breakthrough, what can we do? At this level, even if we are lucky enough to take a step forward, we will not necessarily leapfrog in strength.

I really don't understand, what is the picture of the young man?

Debt is something that Sred doesn't forget, not to pay it back, but to prevent possible retaliation. Now that Bran is dead, all is gone.

For this, Sred rejoiced for a long time, until Bran resurfaced.

With Bran's appearance, the world is in turmoil again. The Misty Coast has changed owners silently, and although it is still unclear who is the one who did it, the timing of Bran's appearance is a bit too coincidental.

The Northland is still the same way, and those who are captured are alive, and they will pay the price to redeem them if they want to. It's just that this time the redemption price is staggering.

That's a bit inexplicable. What is Bran going to do, what is the Northland going to do? Is it just to send a message that those people are still alive.

Fortunately, Bran seems to have forgotten about the debt.

In subsequent contact, Bu never mentioned the matter again. Even if there is a feather man to fulfill the agreement with him, the fruits will be put into his palm in turn.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the people still didn't dare to let him show his face or let him walk outside. Fear of drawing Bran's attention and remembering things that shouldn't be remembered.

In the face of today's Bran, who would dare to take it lightly?

For some reason, Sred has been thinking about Bran lately. Even if he knew, Bran had no chance to go through the cycle and walk in front of him.

Now, how many people don't know Bran's strange magic? Not only him, but also Jena and the Lava Lord have become the focus of attention.

People have discovered something they have in common, and that is the three immortal monsters. Unless they seek their own death and go astray on the way to evolution.

Unfortunately, this is too unlikely.

And the thought of still owing a debt to one of the monsters made Sred's heart weak for a while.

In the dark, some strange induction interrupted Sred's thoughts.

A strange feathered man flew from the sky, looking familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while. Accompanied by a sense of familiarity, a hint of alarm faintly rose in my heart.

He flew over like that, looking unhurried.

This should be a good wizard, but the magic is a little weird, like smoke clinging to the body. Although lingering, it always gives people a sense of frivolity. As it flies, the smoke forms swirling threads. Just staring at it for a moment, Sred was a little dazzled.

Yes, this is a wizard with great potential.

Maybe it was because they saw him, and most of the faces shrouded in the shadows showed a smile. This made Sred a little surprised, he really knew me.

But who is he, why can't I remember, why do I have a palpitation?

This made Sred a little curious, so he gestured around and motioned for him to let him in.

......

Bran landed lightly not far in front of Sred, and threw a statue to him without respect.

"I found it on the way here, and I think it might have something to do with you. ”

As soon as he caught the statue, Sred couldn't help but shake and shouted, "Bran!"

Then he couldn't help but raise his voice in a nervous voice: "Where did you find it?"

"Not far from you, you see this. As he spoke, he threw out another statue.

Sred had just raised his hand to catch it, and before he could take a closer look. The feather man in front of him suddenly soared, and the aura that had always made him unforgettable came.

His hand tightened slightly, and he cried out again, "Bran!"

Before Sred could react, the statue in his hand suddenly turned into an inky shadow, trapping half of his body tightly. At the same time, an even more powerful aura erupted from the inky shadows, and an inky torrent of ink fell from the void.

"Long time no see, old friend!"

The inky torrent didn't engulf Sred, but greeted him frivolously. Then his tone changed slightly, becoming grim and impatient: "Let these mortal things be quiet." ”

Even if he wasn't pulled into the void, Sred knew he was done again. It was only because he remembered the river, remembered the gloomy breath, and he returned to Bran's body again.

"Go down, don't move, it's just a joke between old friends. Then he pulled out a very ugly smile, "Long time no see."

Can you tell me, which one is you?"

"What do you want to get an answer this time around?"

Sred sighed softly, "You say." ”

"Everything here ......"