(5.29 1st Update)

"And so on, the reason why longing is born is because of the unreachable barrier, and those trapped in it can only regret it because of impatient extravagance. Mr. Winslow, the rush before the verdict may be ruined. ”

The rhythm of being broken, the shaking fingers scratching the dust on the outer edge of the barrier, but it is difficult to touch the other side of victory.

After struggling, the old man was very calm, and naturally pointed out the initiative of squandering the steps, and also blocked Winslow's fluke to break the laurels, and his firm eyes decreed the belonging of the declaration.

Si Qi put his slender index and middle fingers together, and supported the gravity created by the drooping eye sockets by holding the bridge of his nose. Just smiled slightly, without the silence of words.

"Mr. Siqi, please state your impartial verdict on the name of the winner. Life conceived by the milk of Tiragan, Amlangorn! ”

The old man clenched his crumpled fists, his beating veins interspersed with the soft bones, flowing quiet blood, and dancing to beautiful music.

The observation group that has stood up, the neat queue sets off a solemn atmosphere, and under the slight harmony, the vast beauty of the grassland seems to have emerged in front of the fresh life, which is happily collapsing.

"Ahem, it's a pity, I'm the perfect examiner who has been plastic shaped by the rules, and your application will be temporarily rejected!"

The delay of denial, the frozen demeanor all changed slowly, and tended to dull numbness, and the stiff eyes lost their blinking vitality, and they closed with difficulty but were clear again.

"Hmph, shameless deceit? Asylum subordinates forgiven mistakes! If this is a new rule, I refuse to admit it! ”

The old man's arrogant exhortation was more like a mockery, laughing contemptuously. Expanding the courage of a weak force, intending to reverse a doomed defeat with the help of sympathy of pity.

"Mention the rules. Please also ask your forgetful mind to reawaken the memory of the oath taken on the eve of the Shura field! ”

Winslow's wagging fingers guided the gathered eyes for the lost clues, encircling the pitch-black ceiling. Traversing through the Netherworld's Occupation Zone, staggering, locked in the vision of being elevated with your feet raised.

"Hmph, the neat and decent domineering is also the humble of bullying! It's just occupying the seats..."

The old man's tone gradually weakened, and he also began to realize the abnormal mutagenesis of the situation, which was out of control.

"Mr. Amrangern, you seem to be at a loss for words! arrogant momentum, frustrated loss. Will we continue to worship victory? ”

"Impossible, dense deployment, even a design accurate to the second error, it is impossible to fail!"

The old man frantically whirlpooled at the innocent air current, crushing between his angry fingers. According to strict evaluation, Winslow only leaned out on his toes to touch the fruit of victory, and never left the failed verification of the seat setting.

"Stubbornness is the pride of every survivor, but it is very fragile. I'm very sorry, but the battle in the Shura field is open. It's ongoing. ”

Winslow reminded him once again of the advantages he had been deprived of, and his look of frustration, his sarcastic ridicule, flashed in a flash.

"Relying only on verbal cynicism. It's hard to build results, but importantly, the suspense is being revealed! ”

The speed of speech covers the right leg of the pedal. Not clumsy, shoveling over the foundation ladder occupied by Winslow. Complaints of torture from the shattered woodwork sparked cries of consolation from the observation group.

Preparedness for raids. Winslow was clearly not prepared. The sense of balance in the steady state, the moment of collapse is still the tremor of shock. The writhing posture completes the chaotic flying roaming dance steps.

"Goodbye!"

The old man squinted his eyes and waved his arms to say goodbye, and the rest was waiting to witness the crisp sound of falling to the ground, the release of the collision, and the freedom he pushed.

Stavo also stood up, and greeted the sacred moment, perhaps in the next second.

The suffocating air broke down in slow motion, and Winslow took the lead in tightening his bow tie with his fingers, swept over the table, lifted the porcelain cup of tea leaves, and smashed it at the old man.

The indifferent Amlangeen intends to believe in the gods and pray for the attribution of victory, closing his eyes and listening to the pouring out of the breeze, always, all the time.

The unreasonable silence made him open his eyes in panic again, looking for the good news that he was lost.

The sawdust scattered on the floor tiles restores its pristine natural posture. The figure that disappeared out of thin air was more like hiding in the whirlpool of air currents, otherwise it would not be reasonable.

"Huh? Knowing that defeat is decided, do you choose to flee in the wilderness? Am I a winner? ”

The old man obviously didn't want to believe the truth hidden in the doubt, but the life that evaporated in his vision was silent.

"Shhhh Turbulent and shifted aura will disrupt the stable order of existence. With a gentle touch, it collapsed! ”

The exhortation of the return, a familiar voice, follows the sunken side of the face, the eyes crowded into the frame to present the image behind the back, Winslow stepping on the edges of the chair, holding the teacup in his hand, and shaking the smooth rhythm of the pendulum on his tiptoes.

"What? How did you do the teleportation dodge, the ghostly figure? ”

The old man's unrelieved doubts plagued his subsequent inferences, and he could only shift the blame to the work of the divine power.

"If you want to investigate the deeper cause, it is a very simple flexible force."

Follow Winslow's sketched mind and appreciate the few seconds that were obscured again.

The debris that flew in the air also condensed again. The hands supporting the table, shaking the shaking picture, the force of the near collapse line, and leaping back into the air. To put it simply, it is the importance of verifying that the arm strength is operable.

"You, really Winslow?"

Too much glaring aesthetic has made the old man doubt the existence of real fiction, which is a clear line but draws a hazy outline.

"Although it is a little different from the daily gentleness, it is also my unique existence. As for the reason, maybe it's just a hesitant ambition, and I'm doing my best. ”

"Winslow's ancestors were generals at the beginning of the Empire's revival, and they were in charge of the palace guards."

Si Qi added that the explanation is that I have not heard of the bridge, the adjustment and distribution of filling time, are all in his precise operation. Xiao Yi also looked up at Si Qi, and his heartfelt praise was written in every slightly dilated pores.

How can the grievances of God's jealousy be reversed? It doesn't seem to be worth trying, shake the seat a little, and I must be the first to fall to the ground! ”

The old man sat firmly on the oscillating seat, following the wavering hesitant determination, and the choice provided to him was not sufficient.

"Probably, at least I have a similar self-confidence, and the escape from your fall off the cliff is the result of what I was able to put into practice in a short time. Therefore, the fish is just a wasted consolation, and the effect will still remain bad. ”

Winslow was like a frozen mold, frozen in air, and his breathing almost stopped.

"But if I were you, I would definitely try a meaningless fight to the death, after all, the cost of defeat is also zero!"

An easy win that is not satisfied with surrender, instigating the advice of the opponent, is a withdrawn and lonely child, playing with any toy that can be fiddled with.

"Coincidences are almost a testimony to friendship, but the unbalanced confrontation does not motivate my dry desires."

The old man counted the repetitive notes of the observation group, but it was also a stereotyped law, like a flock of sheep running back and forth around the grassland.

"Young Master, what do you think of the ending that has become clear?"

"Quite simply, I can only see the upcoming victory, but I have no way of knowing who the crown is, after all, under fair competition, the probability of accidents is difficult to control."

My answer made the old man a little overjoyed, and there may have been a last-second turnaround.

Looking around the eyes search for colors that can be transformed at any time, and occasionally experience the feeling of a cradle, and it is not annoying.

"The restraint of detention, Mr. Winslow must not be a vicious habit of ravaging slaves! Although being cautious and subtle is a regular execution, Tiragan's maternal care cannot be betrayed! ”

"Strong determination is not the object that words can impress, and you are reserved for the end, except for the display of your personal strength, it is also an occasion deliberately arranged by me, and everything is being carried out in an orderly manner."

Winslow replied to the old man's expectation, but did not explain the superfluous connotation, and being able to taste it was the respect for the secret recipe.

"I see, no amount of procrastination is just back and forth, why don't we leave the decision-making power to God's perspective, so that even if we complain, we can be fairly accepted."

The freedom of worship for the disadvantaged was like a joke, but Winslow didn't mean to refuse, which I didn't expect.

"Okay, it's fate to choose the heir!"

Winslow's frequency repeated, and the chair, which had been just shaking, began to make noises, and then the solid order began to crumble, and the smile on his lips was on the verge of nature's limits, and then retracted into the wrong way.

After the messy juggling, the dust that swept through the lazy air quickly disappeared.

"Victor, this gentleman!"

The ultimatum announced by Siqi is also an unquestionable end, and it really cannot be provoked. (To be continued.) )