Harold had been hobbling for a while.

He was very badly injured when he landed, and there was a sharp pain in the calf of his left leg, and Harold didn't look for the wound, but he knew that the bones in the calf were exposed.

His abdomen began to hurt as well, and Harold estimated the location, presumably with a broken spleen and liver.

Even such a serious injury was being repaired quickly by his repair, but he could no longer control the rate of repair like a flesh wound.

Serious physical injuries don't really bother Harold, but the superimposed fatigue caused by the repair of severe trauma makes his brain constantly groggy, difficult to concentrate and think, and may close his eyes and go into sleep at any time, and the time of sleep is beyond Harold's control, it may be a few hours, a few days, or even weeks.

There were magic crystals embedded in the semi-permanent lighting of the wall, and Harold slowly moved forward by touching the wall with the light, and he instinctively felt that this was an underground labyrinth.

"I don't know where those two silly girls fell." A thought flashed through Harold's mind. "I've added the 'Whirlwind Mass' spell to them, and it should be fine to add their own magic."

At the critical moment of falling from a height, Harold, who reacted the fastest, only had time to use a spell called "Whirlwind Ball" on his two companions, and by the time it was his turn to use it, the cushioning effect was greatly reduced.

(Whirlwind Ball, which spreads a large whirlwind ball, is generally used to defend against interference ranged attacks.) It is used to cushion the impact of landing at high altitude. ）

"Gotta give Lilina a buff on his head." Harold thought so, but his mind seemed to enter a swamp, sinking deeper and deeper.

In this state, it is very dangerous to run around like a headless fly in an unknown area underground.

But if he stopped where he was, he would probably lose consciousness very quickly. With such scarce information, he couldn't assess whether it was more dangerous to slowly move to a relatively safe area and rest, or to rest directly in place, and finally made up his mind to find a relatively safe area to rest.

The more drowsy and numb the mind, the more chaotic the person's mind becomes.

The déjà vu, dim, and lonely environment of the underground labyrinth awakens fragments of memories of similar circumstances in the depths of Harold's mind.

"It's a small station in the countryside in the southeast corner of Eurasia. It seemed like afternoon, and it was raining heavily outside the station, and I was alone in the station. ”

The valve of the mind is unlocked, hidden deep in the depths of the mind, and memories of the past flood into the mind.

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The summer rainstorm poured down in the unobstructed open space outside the station, and the day was like night.

Harold was sitting alone in the seat of the station, he was using his mobile phone to play a game of "beautiful young ladies with knives and guns to beat all kinds of mechas", and now he was tired of playing, he was bored and quickly clicked on the young lady in the phone, and then was kicked off the line, then turned on, clicked again, and kept repeating the process.

At this moment came the sound of eager footsteps and the voice of a young girl.

"Mom, there's an uncle sitting there."

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the passers, only to see a young mother with a beautiful face, carrying high heels in one hand and a young girl about four or five years old with a small schoolbag in the other.

The young mother's soaked summer dress clung to her skin, showing heart-pounding curves and a faint purple undergarment. The slender white feet step on the rough cement floor, which is even more exquisite.

Harold glanced at it, then lowered his eyelids and continued to play with his phone intently, although not as focused as he appeared on the outside.

"Is it better to have feet or chests, that's a question to ponder."

Harold's foot and chest controls in his head were in a fierce fight.

"It's still breasts!"

In the end, the chest control was still slightly better.

The young mother and her daughter sat at the other end of the station, far away from Harold, which was understandable, after all, a mother and daughter were of course wary of a single man on such an occasion.

Harold didn't care, he was just waiting for the car that would only send twice a day.

"Uncle, what are you playing?" The little girl took advantage of her mother's inattention and ran to Harold's side.

Harold looked up, happy. He slipped all the way from West Africa to here, and for the first time he ran into a young girl who accosted him. He also thought that he would scare children into crying after cross-dressing, with a beard, trimmed eyebrows and hair, a black hood, and gray eyes.

"It's just a game of kryptonite." Harold smiled and spoke in Mandarin.

"Cai'er!" The young mother rushed forward and hugged her daughter, and she looked up at Harold's face with wariness in her eyes.

"You're from over there, what are you doing here?"

Harold was stunned for a moment, and he said to himself: "How can this woman talk like a prisoner?" But he wasn't going to get angry with the overly wary young mother.

He replied calmly, "Yes, I'm here to visit my grandmother." ”

"What do you mean by grandmother?" The little girl didn't quite understand what the word meant.

"That's what grandma meant, I'm here to visit my grandma."

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"Well, how do you remember what happened back then? It's like a marquee. Harold regained a bit of clarity and continued walking, smiling wryly as he went.

"Although it was a miserable time, no one would mistake me for a girl."

The man in front of him moved slowly.

And danger is creeping up from the darkness in the rear.

The tip of a greatsword revealed in the faint light, slashing down from above, aiming at Harold's shoulder.

"Buzz" the sound of metal cutting through the air at high speed.

The sound of metal colliding violently with metal.

Harold's reaction was not as agile as usual, but Rao was so, with his fighting instinct, the two short knives on his waist were quickly unsheathed and crossed above his shoulders in a cross shape, which was able to block the momentum of the giant sword slashing!