"The witch went inside, and everyone came in with me." The motorcycle tire did not speak calmly, and he had already noticed it.

Behind the stone gate is a stone abandoned palace.

The shape of the palace is magnificent, the silver-white stone blocks are neatly cut, and from a distance, it looks like a beautiful crystal palace.

The witch sat on the throne, her appearance became younger, her shabby clothes became rich, and her head was covered with pearls, which gave her a new sense of power.

And the title of her changing head is the best proof of this, Queen Green - Merlot.

"Thank you, brave adventurers, for your brave quest to save me." Merlot sat elegantly on the throne, her tone was soft and soft, her soft gaze glanced at everyone, and slowly spoke: "In order to show Merlot's gratitude, Merlot is willing to give each of you adventurers a task as a thank you." The rewards for the quest will be very rich, and Merlot hopes that the brave adventurers will succeed without success. ”

Merlot's hands were clasped together, as if he was doing some kind of prayer ritual, and the next second, a staff of spiritual power appeared in the palace, and the staff was filled with blue light, pulling the spiritual power in the stones.

Suddenly, the whole palace was filled with light, like the sparkling starry sky at night, little by little, flowing with her movements.

"Ding ——!"

System Prompt: Have you taken the quest [Fight the Darkness]?

Mission Description: When you accept the mission, you will enter the memory mirror and return to the depths of Merlot's memories to help her erase the darkest memories of her childhood.

At this moment, a system prompt sounded in Qiu Xiaobai's ears, he turned his head, and everyone's faces became serious, they should be checking the task.

Accept!

After Qiu Xiaobai made his choice, the scene in front of him began to change rapidly, and his brain tore blank for about five seconds, and his consciousness began to gradually wake up.

There was a distant rattle in my ears, and in the cradle of bamboo, a one-year-old child snuggled up, with his eyebrows and eyes lowered, sleeping soundly.

Next to the cradle stood an iron sword, which had a plain and unpretentious appearance, and looked like an inferior weapon worn by an ordinary swordsman.

It was past noon, and there was still no one in the octagonal pavilion, and the child was hungry, and he turned over and woke up, and tears were already flowing, and he was crying.

The inferior weapon suddenly lit up at this moment, and the white light flashed and disappeared.

In the octagonal pavilion, a person had already flown forward, this person was dressed in black, he couldn't tell his face, his right hand held the sword, shook his hand and drew the sword, and the sword had been slashed straight at the sleeping child.

A narrow and sharp blade with blue sword aura attached.

With the power of the sword, the cradle of bamboo weaving was about to be destroyed in front of him.

The iron sword under the cradle actually moved at this time, as if it was controlled by a mysterious power, and it met the sword in the hand of the man in black on its own.

"Knock ——!"

The two swords fought against each other, and instead of a crisp dragon groan, it was more like a hoarse and dull sound, perhaps it would be more appropriate to use the sigh of the awakened soul.

"This is the Black Sword?" The man in black's expression changed suddenly, looking at the broken sword in his hand, his tone also had a trace of inexplicable fear.

The light of the black sword vanished, and it stopped beside the cradle again, as if it had never moved.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost!" The man in black put away his sword and turned to leave, but suddenly turned around, took the broken blade in his hand, and stabbed it at the cradle with a tricky angle.

As long as he penetrates the cradle, the child in the basket will surely die, and his task will be completed, and his life can be left.

"Knock ——!"

This time, the sigh was clearer, the expression of the man in black had stiffened, and he had heard it clearly, this was not the sound of two swords intertwined at all.

It was just the helpless sound of the black sword's solitary sigh, passing through his blade and cutting off his arm without hindrance.

His left hand was bleeding, and the man in black's expression had completely calmed down, he didn't look at his severed arm, he didn't even scream, but respectfully saluted the child in the cradle, turned around and walked away quickly.

But the child stopped crying at this moment, and his smart eyes looked at the figure of the man in black who had returned, and he couldn't tell what kind of expression it was on his immature cheeks.

A pair of adults rushed to the pavilion, full of joy and self-reproach in their arms to hold the child, and they were happy.

Time fragments passed quickly, and Qiu Xiaobai watched quietly.

Time flies, and the child in the cradle has gradually grown up, and with the company of the black sword, he has become a well-deserved swordsman in the eyes of his parents.

His body grew stronger and stronger, tall and slender.

By the time he was eighteen years old, a sword could open up a mountain, and a sword could cut through a waterfall.

But the sword is never omnipotent, even if it is a black sword with a sword spirit parasite.

"Dao'er, I have something important to tell you today." The woman pulled the young man who was practicing martial arts in the courtyard and slowly led him to the main hall.

"Mother is so happy today, I guess there must be something happy about it!" The boy rejoiced at the woman's smile.

"Let's go to the front of the hall! Listen to your father's arrangement. The woman smiled and stroked the boy's forehead and encouraged.

"Alright, Mother, the child will retire first." The boy bowed respectfully and entered the main hall with his head held high.

The osmanthus flowers in front of the hall were fragrant, and the young man stepped forward, his demeanor had relaxed slightly, and several people sitting in the hall had met.

"King Zhuge Dao, hurry up." The young man was just about to greet several elders in the hall when one of the people in the side seat had already beckoned him first.

This is a woman of the same age as Zhuge Wangdao, her little hand shook slightly, and she was ready to withdraw it at this moment.

Her face is beautiful and dusty, a pair of glowing eyes reveal wisdom and intelligence, pink cheeks with a seductive smile, thick green silk draped over her shoulders, braided with many small pigtails with different personalities, just like her maverick character, dare to think and do, never limited to the surface.

"Huh? ...... In this way...... "Zhuge Wangdao immediately withdrew his eyes and met his father above the high hall.

"Tianxuan bitter father, why don't you hurry up and speak?" The woman had already run over and took Zhuge Wangdao's hand, her eyes forcing her gaze at the other elder above the high hall.

"Nonsense! How can you call your father's name by name? Tianxuan's eyebrows widened, he glared at the woman angrily, and showed a wry smile: "Brother Zhuge , look? ”

"Go ahead! You have to spend time with Yan'er today. The head of the Zhuge family laughed and waved his hand in agreement.

"Tianxuan Hongyan, why are you here?" Zhuge Wang Dao took the woman's palm and walked out of the door. Read the latest chapter of "Online Game One Legend Claw Book House" for free for the first time.