"Squeak."

The door of the ancient mansion quietly twisted open, and three shadows of different heights gradually emerged from the thick mist.

"Second brother, I said a long time ago that the master has great powers, but you still don't believe it, Ji Ji...... Now it's okay, your face is flattened and swollen, and most of your teeth are missing, aren't you scared to death when the little lady sees your current appearance? ”

"Oops!"

There was a dull crashing sound in the fog, and the thin shadow that was walking in the front was obviously stumbling, and when he saw that the fat guy next to him had a bad face, he closed his mouth stupidly.

"Ulalala Demacia~"

The dark fog poured on the body, beeping and beeping, according to the reason, the ghosts sneaking in the fog should have discovered their shadows, and after walking hundreds of meters, they were rampant, and after the lord was a little lost, he hummed a strange tune in a happy mood.

"Hey, hey, hey, what song is the master singing? It's good, it's so good, teach us if you have nothing to do? ”

The thin shadow dog skin paste stuck to the man's feet, admiring, not forgetting to nod and hunch, the fat shadow hurriedly scratched its eyes, the whites of the eyes rolled very hard, eager to rip off its whole skin.

The man's voice is not complete, and it can be called the best, and the goosebumps of the fat shadow have fallen to the ground when I hear it.

The lord liked to harvest the two vicious dogs, and he was in a good mood, and laughed heartily: "You look ugly, but your taste is not bad, don't worry, wait for the lord, I will teach you slowly." ”

When the hungry ghoul heard this, his legs went limp.

Along the way, the man never looked at himself squarely, how could he slap him indiscriminately, and he should be with himself? You have to learn the song that sings goosebumps, and you will be damned if you go to hell.

The hungry ghoul was silent and said, "That, that one has a bad voice today, master, what do you think about next time?" ”

Wu Wenxu flew out and put a foot on the hungry ghoul's buttocks, and said angrily: "Don't fart, sing along with Lao Tzu!" ”

The hungry ghoul's steely body was kicked, and he didn't realize it, but he seemed to vaguely recognize that the face of the lord who was about to rush into anger in the thick fog became more and more inferior, and he couldn't help but pee: "Master, don't kill me, I'll sing now!" ”

In a few moments, two shadows, one tall and one short, sang high in the thick fog, one puffed up his throat like a broken casserole and rubbed back and forth, and the other was like a hoarse rooster and crowing desperately, and it was bound to decide a high and low, and for a while the thunder was rolling, and the rotting ghoul who was shocked almost fainted.

The echoes of the high-tide singing lingered, and it seemed that the dark fog was also unbearable and humiliating, and the birds and beasts were scattered.

As the only listener, the rotten ghoul struggled.

The fat body, languished under the influence of the singing, actually lost a lot of weight, it swears, listening to the thunderous and murderous singing, even the screams of the ghosts of the Shadow Island crying wolves, it can be regarded as the best in the fairy music.

As a teacher for the first time, Wu Wenxu can be regarded as doing his best, listening to the hungry ghouls are still diligent, heart-rending ghost howls, Wu Wenxu admires himself very much, famous teachers produce high apprentices, it should be so.

Until the hungry ghoul sang hoarsely, and could not cough up a drop of spit in his throat, the lord paused slowly, unable to tell whether he was sad or happy, and said with great interest: "We have been walking for half an hour, why haven't we come out of the fog yet?" ”

"Boom!"

The crumbling rotting ghoul finally fell to the ground, a few stars of white foam faintly at the corners of his lips.

Seeing the second brother faint to death, the hungry ghoul was happy and sad, happy that the second brother who couldn't look at it horizontally and vertically was stunned, and the sad tiger fell into Pingyang, and actually sang the distortion that should be damned, so he cried and said with a sad face: "Master, the dark fog is a formation of blood sacrifice for living people, and if you don't kill all the living creatures in the fog, the fog will not retreat." ”

Kill all the living creatures in the fog?

Wu Wenxu sneered disdainfully, what a big deal, Lord of the Mist, really those guys in the League of Legends are vegetarians? If you want to annex the five Valoran famous Super Ten Order, you are not afraid of dying.

Take a closer look, the dense fog does not have a tendency to dissipate, Wu Wenxu thought about it, there is a tall man under the sky, and they must be racking their brains to find a way to break the formation, since the delicious ghost in the fog does not dare to approach him again, it is better to wait and see what happens.

The hungry ghoul saw that the man was no longer talking, and whispered, "Master, don't you take my other two brothers in?" ”

"Don't take it, don't take it."

Wu Wenxu waved his hand and threw the hungry ghoul aside in disgust.

The two ugly ghouls that exploded have already shocked the sky, and two more will be led to the street, how can the handsome and dashing master still pick up girls?

The hungry ghoul was actually calculating the other two who would be unlucky with him, and seeing that the man was unwilling to agree, he did not entangle, so he groveled and said: "The fog is too big, if you stay for a long time, you may catch a cold, and the master also invites you into the house." ”

Wu Wenxu was very satisfied with the well-behaved hunger ghoul, rubbed his temples that were stiff because of the goggle pull, and stepped back to the ancient mansion that had been wandering for a long time.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The man's feet suddenly paused as he stepped into the ancient mansion, and his proud body stiffened, and the hungry ghoul was quite surprised, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of the lord's stiff neck.

It squinted hard, trying to break through the shackles of the mist, it really tried to see, but after looking at it for a long time, its eyes were sour, and it saw nothing after all, except for the thick billowing mist.

The hungry ghoul rubbed his eyes vigorously, only to find that the man's back was drifting away and had entered the ancient mansion.

It patted its head, feeling more and more unfathomable to men, it was the first time in fifty years that it was troubled by the stupidity of its head, it simply threw away this little trouble, dragged the fat toad-like second brother, chased the footsteps of the lord, and followed the fart.

In fact, Wu Wenxu didn't see anything.

What he stiffened was a fluctuation from the depths of the mist, a very insignificant ripple of magical power, which would have been difficult to detect if it were not for the peak of his soul talent.

However, how terrifying is the fluctuation that requires peak soul power to detect?

At least Wu Wenxu felt that his hands and feet had lost their temperature, and even his feet became stiff, because under that earth-shattering fluctuation, he became smaller than an ant.

That level of combat is untouchable for the time being.

It's just that why does it feel familiar?

With a hint of confusion and a hint of confusion, the lord completely disappeared in the ancient mansion......

Silence, deathly silence.

The thick snow on the ground is full of holes, in all directions, the sword marks two or three zhang away are hideous and longitudinal, especially eye-catching, it is a deep huge pit cut by dozens of sword marks.

The Great Explorer Ezreal wiped the blood from his lips, his eyes darkened, and he smiled helplessly.

He slowly rose from the pit, moving gently, because he was indeed running out of strength, and even the strength to support his feet upright was about to disappear.

"If you're not dead, why are you still hindering the Alliance's actions?"

Ezreal looked deeply into the pine-straight figure in the fog, and his voice was full of sarcasm.

"I will follow this path unto the end."

The man walked out of the fog coldly, with long brown and fluffy hair, quietly telling of his laziness and boredom, he wore a tattered blue cloth shirt, and a strangely thick hemp rope around his waist, revealing his abs with explosive strength.

The man calmly bent his index finger and tapped twice on the long sword on his shoulder, the sword was four feet two inches long, unsheathed, and the silver flask hanging from the end of the wooden scabbard rattled to the man's rhythm, making an unusually beautiful sound.

The sound of the index finger hitting the scabbard and the scabbard hitting the jug naturally reached the ears of the great explorer, and there was nothing to laugh at, but he laughed to himself, laughed miserably, he began to arrange his blond hair, which was messed up by the battle, and the man with the sword quietly watched his movements, without hindrance.

The whole of Valoran knew that Ezreal was a handsome man, and likewise, he was a hero.

Since he is a hero, he should die with dignity.

"Let's do it."

Ezreal picked up the last strand of reluctance and closed his eyes.

The man shrugged his shoulders and slouched towards the sword.

He raised his unsheathed sword and aimed it far at Ezreal's neck, saying, "As you wish." ”

Ezreal has no regrets, perhaps not a regret when he dies at his hands.

The peak of the tenth-order demon master, the extremely famous great explorer, could not live three moves in the hands of a man, and among those three moves, the sword on his shoulder was never unsheathed!

"Whenever a contemptible person wants to drink blood from the sword, the maple leaf in his heart is very restless, but unfortunately you are alone today, and the maple leaf can't be calmed."

The man took off the silver flask and took a sip of the fragrant wine, and he sighed, always feeling that there was a lingering smell of dirt in the wine, which was a thousand miles away from the wine that someone honored himself.

But since it's wine, it can't be wasted, and the same is true for heads.

The man's calm eyes gradually narrowed, and the sharp eyes were dark and low, like a fierce falcon ready to hunt on the grassland, and he raised his long sword flat in front of his chest and waved it in a circle.

The ordinary swinging, which seems to be much inferior to that of a street juggler, is a clumsy movement that really doesn't seem like what a person who knows how to do the art of the sword should have.

The wind that danced from the scabbard was even more sullen than the dead silence that had been accumulated before the thunderstorm fell.

But when the breeze really danced, Ezreal felt a tingle in his cheeks, and he pricked up his ears, his clothes were already hunting, and he could not stop himself, and only took two steps backwards, and was held steady by a pair of soft little hands.

"The storm is coming, and the hurricane is coming." Nine snowy demon tails stretched, and Ahri's face was gloomy.

"Hee-hee-hee, how about a magic trick?" In the wind, a strange clown with a shrunken waist retreated quickly, and the magic box he was holding in his hand was ruthlessly cut by the sword wind.

A snow-white lion clenched his long knife with difficulty, as if facing a great enemy: "You want a glorious death, I will kill you." ”

"Life under the knife, death under the knife." The silver dragon ruling blocked the terrifying wind flow, and the azure robe unfolded violently, revealing a pair of happy and cold eyes on the crimson neck.

The man's sharp eyes suddenly condensed, he held a sword, and three thousand long hair fluttered around his waist.

With the man as the center, within three zhang, countless snow suddenly swirled, everywhere was the terrifying tearing sound of the hurricane of destruction and the roar of the sword qi, his body became more and more straight in a burst of life-seeking sword wind and snow, and the exquisite light in his eyes almost pierced the blue sky!

(Every time I write about Sixteen Brothers, I think he's cool.) ）

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