Yasuo walked out of the fitting room in a depressed mood, wearing a gray kaftan with a short blue-gray cloak on his shoulders turned red, and a brown cowboy hat on his head.

"So I said, why do you have to change your clothes?" Yasuo tugged at his cloak uncomfortably.

"Do as the locals do." Anchen looked Yasuo up and down: "Isn't it not bad?" It's much better than your original set. ”

An Chen was wearing a short black vest at this time, lined with a black thin line shirt, two belts tied around her waist, and two gun holsters really had a bit of a depressed western feeling, but unfortunately her current image is really ruining.

Walking out of the store, Anchen still touched his smooth chin: "Hey, it would be more felt if I could still have some beard." ”

Yasuo raised his eyebrows and imagined Anchen's beard, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he didn't think about anything more.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is very large, and the heat during the day is unbearable, but when the sun is suffocatingly hot, the cold of the night is never better.

There was no figure in sight in the desert, and the sand dunes in the twilight were silent, like an old man who was thinking, silent. Occasionally, fine grains of sand could be seen slipping down the sand slopes, and lizard-like creatures lay on their stomachs in hiding, looked around, and then silently burrowed back into their sand holes.

Behind a stone, a flame ignited in a pile of dead wood, and as the flame stabilized, the dancing sparks subsided. It is not easy to wind at night in the desert, and it is convenient to make a fire only in a leeward place.

"Whew." The wind blew gently through the dust, causing the fire to shake a few times. Rivien sat on one side of the flame with her legs crossed, and the light of the fire made the desert night no longer so cold and monotonous.

The ring hung from the silver-white necklace, swaying slowly, reflecting the firelight on Riven's face. She's still alive·······

Rui Wen had a somewhat declining smile on her face, she should have been happy, but she didn't know why, but she felt a little lost.

It had been some time, probably in the fall of the previous year, that she had met the girl. At that time, she killed a captain of Demacia.

"Now, I said, I'm passing by and you believe it."

"Hey, let go of Lao Tzu, didn't I say I was passing by?"

"I mean, you're not going to use the master-servant contract to force me to do something a little ashamed, are you?"

"Actually, it's not impossible to roar the swamp."

"It's raining so hard."

"It's okay, I'll leave the other side to me."

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Some of them don't remember exactly what it was now, except that the Roaring Swamp War had just ended. The rain had just stopped, and the blood on the ground had not yet dried. Under a tree, she sat beside her, a broken greatsword standing in the shadows of the tree.

The girl looked at the sky in the distance, the sun was about to set, and the golden afterglow soaked the sky, which was very beautiful: "Will there be a war?" ”

She was stunned and didn't know what to say. It was only after a long time that she said, "I will send you away and live an ordinary life." ”

The girl didn't say whether it was good or bad, and suddenly asked, "Ruiwen, have you hesitated, have you ever wanted to take on the responsibility of the war anymore?" ”

The wind blew the leaves, everything was quiet, and she was silent for a while: "······ There were. ”

"Well." The girl smiled and said, "Then I don't want to leave." ”

She looked at her in surprise.

The girl smiled and ruffled the hair on her forehead: "I think I'll help you take some of it." ”

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Ruiwen's memory came to an end, and at the end of the memory, there was a purple flame.

"So, don't lose such an important thing in the future." There was a cold touch in the palm of his hand.

The pillar of light tore through the night sky, and she was tossed far away by a man, until the purple light flickered above, illuminating her cheeks.

In mid-air, she watched feebly, and the figure was drowned in a torrent of runes, and then disappeared.

"Smack." The branch burned and made a noise, and Riven came back to her senses and added a branch to the fire.

In the firelight, there was something sparkling in her eyes.

A drop of coldness slipped from her cheek to the corner of her mouth, a little salty, Rui Wen grinned the corner of her mouth as if she was self-deprecating, and shook the fire with a dead branch: "Sure enough, that guy named Yasuo made me very unhappy." ”

"Crackling." Looking at the scorching fire, Anchen depressedly took the jerky in her mouth, and the jerky moved in her mouth.

It was a little cold at night, and Ahri desperately drilled into Anchen's clothes, revealing only a small head outside.

Yasuo rubbed his shoulders vigorously as he sipped his wine.

They had been inquiring about the city for an afternoon, asking some old people who had lived here for a long time, and some shops that were relatively old, but there was no news of the Wind Swordsman in Shurima's current location.

The news of the Storm Plains points to Shurima, and this is the only place to go to Shurima, the important junction point between the Storm Plains and Shurima, how can there be no news at all.

Maybe it's been too long, but it's been 20 years. Ask the city guards tomorrow, they will have some adventurers registered or something, although not comprehensive, but maybe there are.

"Ed, is it possible that the killer is the senior himself?" Yasuo drank wine and looked at the night sky above his head, and sighed: "I don't really want to face each other with the seniors of the master's sect. ”

"Not big." Anchen chewed on the jerky and said in a slurred voice, "Your senior has gone all the way in the direction of Shurima, and he doesn't have much reason to know Ionia. However, I guess it's the younger generation of that senior. ”

"To be able to kill an elder, at least heroic-level strength." Yasuo pressed his hat, the brim of his hat obscured his vision, and it looked like he was lowering the sky: "Didn't you say that the senior joined the army in Noxus and quit later?" If he had left an heir, would he have been in the army of Noxus? ”

"The heroes of the Noxus army are all on the record." An Chen muttered: "There are not many heroes who use big swords, but none of them can use wind swordsmanship. As he spoke, he tossed the jerky from the side of his mouth, and then bit it all into his mouth.

The hero of Noxus is a heavy sword, which reminds her of Rui Wen, and she unconsciously becomes a little dull. Where is she now? Ha, with her strength, I shouldn't have to worry about it.

Yasuo carefully recalled the heroes of Noxus, and indeed as Anchen said, no one used the Wind Sword Technique, and frowned: "A hero who is not registered? It seems that we can only find the senior first. ”

The nights are quiet, even more so in the desert, and the sound of the wind blowing the fine sand is calm and peaceful.

"Ed." Yasuo looked at the stars in the sky and said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Your real name is Anchen, right?"

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Hawkers,Don't worry, it's not going to be abused.,Although the process will fluctuate a little.,But the final direction of this book is still happyend.。 And you look at me, I think it's someone who likes abuse, right?