Galen stood majestically in the middle of the crowd with his arms crossed, his face very unnatural, slightly flushed as if he had drunk wine. The broad, hard golden armor shone brightly in the sun, shining brightly, and gold and red were intertwined, evolving into a very comical color.

"Since you have nothing to say, then ......," Galen turned his gaze to the executioner, his eyes were hooked, sharp and penetrating.

The executor was an obese man, his eyes were as small as soybeans, and his upper body was ****, and at this moment, he was instructed by Galen to skillfully lift the long knife, although this knife had not even touched a human head.

"Wait a minute." Wu Wenxu, who was waiting for death with his head bowed, suddenly raised his head, he stopped the fat man's behavior with his eyes, and the executor was stared at by his cold gaze, and he was so cold that he fell into the ice cellar.

"Sir Galen, please give me two more minutes." Wu Wenxu's tone was indifferent, and he did not have the slightest awareness of being a person who was about to be beheaded.

Tens of thousands of citizens listened quietly to the conversation between the two, and for a while, this spacious open space was even more lonely than a cemetery. Galen didn't answer, he turned in thought, and then nodded heavily.

Wu Wenxu smiled gratefully, at this moment, he was not afraid of death coming, but remembered the spirit in his heart, the dark source spirit!

Wu Wenxu didn't think about letting the nightmare save him, but even if he let it save himself from the execution ground, then what? He will face an endless pursuit of the Demacian army, and the War College will never let him go, the world is big, but there will be no place for him again.

Thinking that he would live like a mouse all day long, and finally die alone, Wu Wenxu was also relieved, it was better to face death calmly, and it would be a hundred.

It doesn't matter if you die, but nightmares are closely related to your life and will be implicated. Although Wu Wenxu hates nightmares very much, but when a catastrophe is coming, people's kindness will always flood infinitely, and Wu Wenxu is the same, so he decided to give nightmares freedom!

"Moteng, are you there?" Wu Wenxu tried to call on that spirit, but he didn't know how to release it, because it was so entangled in his inner world that Wu Wenxu didn't move a single bit no matter how he used his mind to lift it.

The inner world seems to be a chaotic, pitch black, dim, in this endless space, from time to time there are a few red threads frolicking and circulating, they exude a ruby brilliance, although very faint, but add a little interest to the world, always do not let the darkness completely obscure the heart.

Wu Wenxu used his mind to stare at the center of the world, it was a pitch-black spirit lying quietly in the center of the world, this pitch-black was enough to swallow all the light, and any red light that dared to touch the essence would disappear in an instant like a moth to a fire.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed to be a second, it seemed to be a minute, Wu Wenxu smiled slightly, he finally heard the disgusting voice.

"Duh! Why are you disturbing Uncle Ben's dreams again? Nightmare's arrogant and impatient voice echoed in Wu Wenxu's inner world, and for some reason, this hoarse voice actually made Wu Wenxu reluctant.

Wu Wenxu smiled, and then said coldly: "Master, I am very kind today and have decided to let you go, a bald man who is not sloppy." ”

"What! The bald man who is not black! The nightmare roared, and the white eyes without pupils immediately appeared in the dark source spirit, and a red light flickered in the white pupils, Wu Wenxu knew that this was a symbol of Mo Teng's anger.

"Yes, the bald man who doesn't slip into autumn, you can listen well, I will only give you one minute to think about it, and I can return your freedom in one minute, if it is more than a minute, ......" Wu Wenxu sneered again and said no more.

What is Eternal Nightmare? He is a horror elf who lives in dreams, he can bring nightmares to any character, he can also quietly kill creatures in dreams, dreams are his masters, League of Legends who is not afraid of it!

At this time, this arrogant and powerful nightmare creature was humiliated by a thin young man, which made him not angry.

"Well, you will definitely pay an eternal price for what you did today!" Mo Teng's eyes were about to breathe fire, and even his bare head was covered with black gas, he was worthy of being a genius for killing, but in just a few seconds, he thought of hundreds of ways to torture Wu Wenxu to death, so the pupils of the Eternal Nightmare became even more weird.

"Don't chirp with me, bald, do you want to break the contract?" After that, Wu Wenxu stared at the dark source spirit playfully, but outside his inner world, a cold sweat flowed from his forehead, Wu Wenxu was a little anxious, and time was running out.

Mo Teng laughed a few times, he revealed his trembling head from the dark source spirit, and scraped Wu Wenxu fiercely with his pupilless white eyes. In an instant, several bursts of black mist appeared in the endless inner world, and the tumbling black mist instantly submerged Wu Wenxu's consciousness.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Wu Wenxu scolded angrily, only to feel a splitting headache, and his soul had a feeling of being deeply torn apart, he already regretted why he released the nightmare on a whim, this evil thing is simply harmful to all mankind.

"What, regret it?" Mo Teng laughed a few times again, and his inner world seemed to explode, and in the end it was all pinprick-like pain.

Wu Wenxu endured the pain, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Master, I will regret it?" Hehe, just your pound, you want to settle accounts with me and wait for the contract to be terminated! ”

"Whew!" There was another wave in the sea of consciousness, and the frolicking red silk was shrouded in black mist, like water droplets dripping into a boiling pot, leaving no trace at all, and the eternal nightmare drilled out of the black mist.

"Urge your spiritual power, and use your spiritual power to release the soul fetters in the dark source spirit."

Hearing Mo Teng's words, Wu Wenxu finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and it was not too much to let him out to endanger this abominable and hypocritical world.

Thinking of this, the spiritual power suddenly cruised like a silver dragon, and the dark source essence poured into it in an orderly manner.

"You? Are you really ready to break the contract with me? This time it was Mo Teng's turn to be stunned, he thought that this cunning boy had a brain in the water today, or some earth-shattering conspiracy, so he provoked himself again and again, and he also gave him enough power to get off the horse, but why, why was he still willing to let himself out?

Even the self-proclaimed eternal nightmare of cunning villains is a little confused.

Just when Mo Teng was surprised, Wu Wenxu's majestic spiritual power had completely poured into the dark source essence, and the dark source essence was pitch black, as if it was a dark world with no end, this is only loneliness, coldness, and eternal loneliness.

It turns out that the eternal nightmare has been living in such a world?

Wu Wenxu has some pity for him, although he is extremely powerful, but he is helpless, alone in the Valoran Continent, in this world full of conflicts of rights and interests, it is really not easy for an alien like him to survive.

The young man smiled to himself, he pitied him, but who would pity him?

No, there is no need for mercy in this world, mercy is cowardice, and the weak will eventually be trampled under the feet of the strong, just like today's self, if it is not for the weakness of strength, how can he become a political victim of Noxus and Demacia?

Wu Wenxu suddenly felt a monstrous anger in his heart, he was unwilling to accept his fate! Could it be that God arranged for himself to come into this world only to make himself a victim of politics?

The spiritual power seemed to have touched some obstacle, so that Wu Wenxu's thoughts also turned back, invisibly, there seemed to be a huge black lock in front of him, and his spiritual power was the key to unlock this lock.

Without hesitation, the vast spiritual power like the ocean poured into this invisible giant lock, and the young man knew that after this lock was opened, it was time for him to leave the world completely.

"Mo Teng, I am very grateful for your life-saving grace in the Demacia Armory before, but unfortunately this kindness is difficult to repay in this life, but I, Wu Wenxu, swear with my soul that if there is an afterlife, I will repay you for saving your life!"

Wu Wenxu said very sincerely, it was a declaration from the bottom of his heart! He suddenly laughed arrogantly, laughing so much that tears flowed, and his mental power pried open the pitch-black giant lock, Wu Wenxu obviously felt that after the giant lock was opened, his connection with Mo Teng was completely broken.

The snow maple tree appeared in the center of the inner world, and in a trance, Wu Wenxu seemed to see the magic phantom Kogas again, it swayed its purple body, and was waving the pair of cute pincers to beckoning to itself, and the ears were full of beautiful and sad songs, which was the song that Wu Wenxu would never forget, the soul elegy.

"The hour is up, slash!" Galen's majestic and domineering voice was unquestionable, and the fat man with eyes as small as soybeans received the order and immediately lifted the long knife, and sweat oozed from his palms because of nervousness.

But it doesn't matter, soon these sweats will be stained with the blood of the treacherous, the filthy blood, this is the first time in his life that he has been beheaded, or is it supervised by the power of the commander of the dreadnought army, Demacia, this great honor!

The fat man smiled obscenely, as long as he behaved well, it would not be a piece of cake to get rich and promoted next, he was about to pour a bowl of wine on this guy, but unexpectedly, he just met Wu Wenxu's cold gaze.

This is the light that people can do! This kind of gaze simply makes people feel that they are in the cold ice of the North Pole, and it seems to be 20,000 miles deep into the seabed, and the fat man feels that his bones have been seen through by this cruel and cold gaze.

"Bang!" The fat man was sluggish, and the wine, along his hand, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces. The wine soaked the boy's trouser legs, and the boy smiled coldly, and the coldness in his eyes turned into disdain.

"Rubbish stuff!" Galen scolded fiercely, the dignified executioner of Demacia was actually frightened by a gaze in front of everyone, and if he let the Noxus gang hear it, he could laugh off their big teeth.

Tens of thousands of citizens in the audience sighed, they obviously didn't expect this executioner to be so incompetent.

"Get out! I'll cut it myself! The executioner's face turned pale, and he rolled off the stage like a lost dog, and Galen moved, and the golden armor made a clattering sound as he walked, as if it were loaded with a ridiculous spring.

Galen deserves to be the commander of the dreadnought army, and when he got closer, Wu Wenxu suddenly felt an indescribable bloody murderous aura gushing out of him, which made Wu Wenxu frown fiercely, how many people did he kill?

Holding the golden hilt of the sword in his hand, Galen's face was complicated, he lowered his head, his chin was instantly hidden in the high erected breastplate, he bent down and whispered: "I'm sorry, for the sake of Demacia, I have no choice." ”

With that, Galen decisively raised the giant sword in his hand, and the shining white light reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, and he closed his eyes and swung it down!

Wu Wenxu accepts fate frankly, but sometimes, fate seems to be very fond of playing tricks on people, it plays with you between the palms of your hands, sometimes blocking the dead end, and from time to time making you feel bright.

Just when Wu Wenxu thought that he was going to hell or heaven, a gaze that was colder than his eyes suddenly enveloped the area, and in an instant, the black gas in the air was tumbling, and the black fog was raging wildly, causing the citizens in the audience to think that it was the end of the world, and they were so frightened that they were scared.

In the middle of the sound, there was a strange laugh in this pitch black, this familiar voice made Wu Wenxu, who was waiting for death, completely stunned! Turning, a dark voice clearly came into everyone's ears.

"His life is mine."

(Thank you Brother Feng and Youzu for the reward, thank you for the recommended brothers and friends who like this book~)