Reginald was alarmed by the sound of fighting outside the door, and as he rushed out the door, a Noxian axe man had already lunged at him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The screaming thunder made him not have time to scream, and he directly turned into a pile of coke.

What's going on? Why didn't he find out in time? He complained to himself.

The walls have fallen, the gates have been opened, and the Noxians are rushing in......

Faces of horror ran in front of them, and everyone's eyes were full of deep exhaustion and fear. And the warriors of Noxus, armed with great axes and laughing cruelly, chased after them.

We must quickly retreat to the square in the city center. There, there is one last chance to put up a final stand against Noxus with the two sturdy buildings and temples of the House of Elders.

He wanted to go back to the room and take Ahri out, but as soon as he grasped the doorknob in the palm of his hand, an axe spun and flew and nailed to the wooden door.

When he turned around, the Noxian soldier who threw the axe was already dead on the ground.

The fatal blow made him lose the accuracy of his throw, and the axe stuck crookedly on the wooden door.

Someone killed him with magic.

The smell of the man wafted in, soft but familiar, the Phantom of Perfume - Lost Night, first the scent of Shurima rose, and then the musk, which made people lose their minds for a moment.

He turned his head, and his gaze suddenly met the face, just like her, calm but haughty, with two deep blue pools hidden under the eyelashes, and the breath was the same—Ivany.

But standing in front of him was LeBlanc, perfect as if he had a dreamlike face, with a charming and natural temperament.

But she wore the snow-white dress that belonged to Ivany, which she had bought when she traveled to Freljord in the Northlands, and sent it to Noxus with the letter, with the words "Ivanie herself" in beautiful handwriting. In his letter, he wrote improperly about the scenery of the girl in the city of Rickstead, but the beautiful legs in the ice and snow.

In fact, the girls there wore a much shorter skirt, which was knee-length, not sexy enough, and not so conservative.

Now she wore that skirt, tied it to the side of her thighs, and tied it with a delicate knot, and it became a short skirt, revealing a pair of beautiful thighs, and her legs were especially slender against the high heels.

He opened his mouth, as if hesitating, before finally speaking, "LeBlanc...... Long time no see. Maybe I should call you ...... Ivany? ”

The name Ivani seemed to have been brewing in his mouth for so long that when he said it, the voice was a little different, like a rag doll that had been nervously held in his hand for too long, and had been kneaded and distorted.

LeBlan's body shuddered.

- "Will you believe me?" The voice in her memory echoed over and over again, and the back of the young man seemed to be a mountain running across her eyes.

Reginad raised his hand, he cast the spell very quickly, and the magic light between his fingers was like a thread of incense.

The magic array slowly outlined its outline, centering on the two of them, creating a swirling foehn wind, and the scorching air currents formed a wind blade, mercilessly scorching and crushing those who dared to approach. Now that no one could disturb them, he saw the deep pool in her eyes sway, as if someone had cast a stone, and his face was reflected in the deepest part.

"Surprised? But you weren't LeBlana then, and LeBlana was a title that I only recently realized...... It's you, the title you share. So you can't reply to the letter, because there is no more Ivani in the world. I should have realized that sooner. He smiled and shook his head, his tone as light as when he was caught fighting in the tavern for bounty.

It seems to lightly erase the thorn that once pierced the hearts of the two of them.

"Do you have something to say to me?" He said.

Ivanie nodded, she had a lot of things to say to him, but those words were always warm in her chest.

She had thought that the things of her youth were too long ago to remember, and she had learned to be a mature and steady adult a long time ago, and only then could she survive in Noxus and live well there. Her guilt for him could only be fleeting.

But they have always been in the bottom of my heart, lingering, and deep into the bone marrow. She opened her mouth, but she wanted to say so much that she finally choked deep in her throat, and there was a sour taste.

Reginard spoke softly, "Can you, let me see you?" ”

His eyes were like a bottomless lake, and her soul sank deeply.