The streets of Starfall are bustling with traffic, and even at night, they are lit up everywhere, but there are no festivals, and the prosperity here is brought by the Noxians. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These Noxian outsiders have no arable land, unlike many locals who always try to be self-sufficient, and their personalities are completely different.

Most Noxians did not like bitter tea, but were addicted to alcohol, and they flocked to the towns to make ends meet by working in what the Ionians saw as unstable work, but unlike the natives, who would put the rest of their money into their savings, the Noxians were almost drunk today, and spent a lot of their money in the restaurants.

Watching barrels of aged wine move out of the basement, Xiao Er scooped them into a wine jug that had hidden water in advance and served it with the sumptuous wine and food. The owners of the restaurant are happy to bloom one by one, and the attentive businessmen have changed the lantern festival that only exists at the time of the Ionian temple fair to be held every night, and every day at night, the streets are lit up, and Starfall Town is so prosperous that it looks like a city that never sleeps.

Ahri has a string of sugar gourds in his left hand and a pocket of sweet chestnuts in his right hand, strolling on the street, looking east and west, he has just eaten a big bowl of shredded chicken noodles in the noodle restaurant, and it is not comfortable.

Is this the city that scares her?

The sun was supposed to set in the eternal night, and these towns always glowed with an unusual light at night, and all the wild beasts did not want to approach, like red-hot, scorching fires, but now, Ahri felt that these lights gave people a strange sense of security, as if where there was light, there were people, and it was safe.

Some instinctive fears are fading, but when the crowds disperse, the streets are less and less crowded, the beautiful lanterns are extinguished, and the vendors pack up their stalls one by one, Ahri looks at this scene and feels a deep sense of loneliness.

So the town also fell asleep little by little with the lights that were extinguished, and the man-made lights gave the night back to the night sky, so that everything was like being in the forest.

In fact, there is not much difference in the first place, the houses inhabited by humans are also made of wood and stone, the town is a man-made jungle, but other animals are excluded, if the rabbit learns to build, it is estimated that a grassland will also be encircled, and a town will be built.

In order to satisfy all kinds of curious desires, the silver taels on his body have almost spent a fine time.

The human world was indeed quite strange, they no longer needed to hunt, they were bound by the rules called silver taels, but she did not think it was much easier than foraging for the jungle beasts, they used to hunt for hunger, and now they had to work for those who had silver taels, in exchange for silver for food.

She walked slowly down the desolate street after nightfall, and the feeling in her heart slowly swelled, hundreds of times stronger than when she was in the forest, perhaps because the forest was transparent, but there were walls everywhere, and she felt a little depressed, and this depression exacerbated that feeling.

People have homes to go back to.

But she has no home, and foxes do have nests, but after becoming humanoid, she can't live in narrow dens, and she resists the human home that is isolated in the forest.

She walked briskly from house to house, some with dimly lit lanterns hanging in front of the doors, which was said to be an Ionian tradition, and she had seen Irelia doing such "useless things" at night several times, which she said was for the convenience of others, and that it would be much more reassuring if someone walked by at night.

Only now did she deeply feel the warmth of this move, and the loneliness that had become more and more accumulated in her heart in the endless dark night seemed to gradually melt when she encountered this warm light.

She walked a few streets through the streets of light and shadow, and the bustle and bustle of the streets suddenly cooled, and after the end of the scene, it was desolate. She had no place to go and nowhere to go, so she might find a roof to sleep on, but she always felt that would stain her clothes.

Suddenly, she smelled a foul smell in the air, it was the smell of people, they were fighting—no, worse than that, it was a one-sided beating, the beater was already violent, and the strong body emitted the pungent smell of sweat, and even then, it could not hide the vile breath.

Bullying.

It's not a struggle for dominance, it's not for predation and survival, it's just an act to satisfy one's own violent pleasures.

Ahri rounded a street corner, getting closer and closer to the place where the incident had happened, and she lowered her pace, approaching silently like a predator before she pounced.

"It's you, right? It's a good feeling to be a hero during the day, isn't it, huh? Why are we raising you Noxians? Go back to your country! Call me all! Isn't it okay during the day? Little Bunny! Tell those Noxian dogs to get out of Ionian territory. The big man at the head said viciously while punching and kicking.

The men were muscular, shirtless, and they all had vicious tattoos on their bodies—long dragons hovered over their arms, and fierce tiger eyes on their chests. The five men surrounded the middle man like five walls, and the latter was forced into a corner, with his back against the wall, and could only use his body that was not tall enough or strong enough to take on a heart-wrenching punch.

Ahri is not afraid of these people, the power of the demon spirit is not the power of the body, the visual intensity is impossible to distinguish, the few family members she taught during the day are lazy and lazy at first glance, with her dexterous body and skills enough to play with them between applause, and these five people in front of them are undoubtedly practitioners, and they can't cope with that level alone.

But at this time, in the dead of night, even if you use demonic power, I'm afraid no one will know, as long as the person who sees it dies, no one will leak the secret. Killing a few scum is always a good thing for the entire human race.

But what she hesitated at this time was because she recognized the person who had been beaten.

Taylor. The guy who tried to kill her countless times with a deadly and precise throwing knife was the bastard who thwarted her revenge on Reginard along the way.

A personal vendetta is a private vendetta.

She watched for a moment, waiting until she felt like she was almost out of breath before intervening. But that guy is obviously so powerful, as long as he kills one person with the flying knife under the cloak, the others will naturally flee. Human beings are all such bullying and fearing the hard.

She listened to the muffled sound of her fists entering her flesh, and listened to Taylor's low snort as she gritted her teeth and was beaten, and her heart was not at all tasteful. I didn't feel that such a thing had helped her get angry.

"Enough!" She appeared from the corner, her face gloomy, her right hand hanging down at her side, and the orb condensed by demonic power could condense from this jade onion finger at any time, and burst into a fierce light.

"You bastard, why...... What if you don't resist? Her face was gloomy, and a pair of sharp canine teeth peeked out between her two red lips as she spoke.

"Rebellion? Hahaha, does this stinky kid dare to resist? Come on, try it, here's a pretty girl to make you resist! What appeared to be a small leader grabbed Taylor by the collar and grabbed Taylor's body, and the rest of his men laughed loudly and harshly.

"Don't ...... Murder is ...... Bad ......" Taylor said, his cheeks twitching, but he continued to grit his teeth.

"Murder? Ha ha! Kill whom? You kid...... You can't be trying to kill me, are you? He squinted at him, looked around the crowd with a calm voice and an exaggerated expression, and then burst into laughter with a few of his men.

Ahri saw Taylor's eyes, saw him look at her with resolute eyes, and shook his head at her slightly, and suddenly felt angry.

"I hate men with a well-defined jaw the most. Such people have suffered a lot and suffered a lot of beatings from snacks, but they only survived by gritting their teeth. I hate people like that the most. ”

A terrifying demonic power bloomed from her body, like a dark blue flower.