Brando's heart is shaken, and it's his biggest secret in the world. Although he and Brando are already one, it is difficult to explain where the memories of the two lives come from, and although he has made himself accept this qiē, it is inevitable that the knot in his heart will exist.

Unexpectedly, this secret hidden in the bottom of my heart was torn open by the Golden Demon Tree for a while. No, but he immediately shook his head. The Golden Demon Tree's psychic penetration couldn't have penetrated into the depths of his heart so quickly, and the monster was taking advantage of his mental inertia - if Brando's grandfather would say such a thing.

Brando suddenly realized that it must be that he thought that the old man should have said such a thing. Only man himself knows what he fears, and here his enemy is himself.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After reacting that his mental defense line had not yet changed hands, the feeling of being naked in front of the enemy disappeared, and Brando quickly calmed down. The Golden Demon Tree's first attack was resolved by him by using the experience of the previous life, and his mental state was more stable, which couldn't help but make him secretly scream a fluke.

He pulled out the thorn of light and replied, "Whether you are qualified or not, you will know if you have it." ”

The old man nodded: "Yes, this is like the manhood of Damon's family." But there are too many people in this world who talk big words, and I don't want my descendants to be such incompetent. ”

Brando's heart moved, this was not a temptation, Brando's grandfather's reaction was a manifestation of self-affirmation in Brando's mind. This shows that his self-confidence is gradually returning, which is a sign that his mind is approaching the peak of solidity.

This is a good sign.

Brando motioned for his grandfather to strike first, even if it was in a dream, but after all, he was facing his elders. Being polite is also out of self-confidence, and he should be courteous.

In the dream realm of the Golden Demon Tree, blindly preempting is not the sign that your power has the upper hand, it may be an imperceptible trap arranged for you by this evil creature. Only by adhering to every weakness in human nature can it be left unemptive.

The old man nodded again, and he took a step forward with his left foot, placing his sword behind his left arm. This starting gesture is one of the most sophisticated in military swordsmanship, Brando couldn't help but feel a tingle in his scalp when he saw it, even he himself hadn't practiced military swordsmanship to this level back then, as for Bresson, Freya, and their swordsmanship is nothing compared to this one-Brando, where is your grandfather sacred!

The thought flashed through his mind, and Brando felt the sword in his hand weigh a little. He couldn't help but scold, just such a gap of cringe xù was also caught by the Golden Demon Tree, this is not going to be lived!

He also put on a defensive stance, because he didn't have other swordsmanship skills, so he also chose a more mature defensive stance in military swordsmanship. In front of such a seasoned swordsman, it was pointless for him to put on a show of those high-level swordsmanship that he had used before, there was no accumulation of experience, and just a frame in front of Brando's grandfather was equivalent to saying that his whole body was flawed.

Brando, as a veteran, understands this deeply.

The old man didn't say anything, and the sword light flashed and he had already shot. Brando found that his grandfather's sword was not fast, but it was steady, frighteningly steady. To use a warrior's more professional vocabulary to describe it - that is, from the front, it looks flawless, and it is obviously a mediocre sword, but it feels that the gaps in all directions are within the counterattack range of the opponent's sword posture.

He gasped, this was the swordsmanship of his grandfather in Brando's memory? No wonder he was able to get the Candlelight Medal, this monster-like swordsmanship, no wonder Brando's swordsmanship talent was so good, it turned out to be in the same vein - he couldn't help but think that if this old man had a slightly better background, he would probably be a knight directly.

Brando has no room to counterattack, so he can only block the opponent's room for further attacks first. When the two swords intertwined—so powerful, Brando's heart was secretly shocked. However, before he could finish his shock, he felt that the opponent's sword was a little heavier.

Fuck your golden magic tree!

Brando, of course, knew what was going on, it was seamless, and the golden tree in the game was like a toy compared to it. What is a master of manipulating people's hearts, this is it, but Brando did not feel scared at all at this moment, but felt full of fighting spirit.

He stared into his grandfather's eyes, and the old man's expression had always been calm and calm, but he seemed to be able to read people's hearts.

Brando suddenly felt strange. Why is such a wonderful grandfather so indifferent in Brando's own heart, and even when he saw this old man for the first time, he had to prove it from the memory of himself when he was a child - this is his grandfather.

This is clearly not normal.

He searched through his memories, and Brando's memories of his grandfather seemed to be stern and unsmiling, and then the halo of the Candle Medal and the November War veteran. And the other memories of this grandfather are not even as profound as the old mansion and the oil painting in question.

But how can a grandparent who has been together for several years be strangers when they meet again one day? Even his grandfather's old voice and appearance had faded away, and Brando didn't look like that.

He grabbed the old man's sword again, and there was a metal clash of metal. He felt that the sword in his hand was a little heavier, and he almost flew out of his hand unsteadily, Brando's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but glance at the old man.

The old man's expression was stern, and he seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

It's been ten years, and I'm no match for my grandfather.

Brando couldn't help but read the message in his mind word by word - no, this is self-questioning! He was shocked in his heart, and a trace of crack in the spiritual defense line further expanded, and the attack became more and more disorganized, and he was actually knocked to the ground by the old man. Our protagonist's heart is cold, and he hurriedly gets up from the grass.

But when he got up and looked back, there was no grass, and it was clearly a gray house. By the way, this is the old mansion of Bouch, and it was here that he woke up that night and came to this world.

Brando's forehead was stained with cold sweat, which showed that the invasion of the Golden Demon Tree had deepened. He couldn't help but reach into his pocket, where he had the key to overcoming the scene - but he hesitated, should he take a trick?

There was a sudden unwillingness in his heart, and he looked up at the old man's face, Brando's grandfather's face. The old man still had a stern face, and there was a slight look of disappointment on his wrinkled face.

This disappointment stung him deeply.

It was as if Brando's memories of twenty years had suddenly become clear, as if he was about to break away from his body and go to fight his grandfather alone.

I can do it, let me do it-

He suddenly felt that such a thought had arisen in his heart, and he knew that it was a love affair belonging to Brando that was affecting him. He has integrated into this world, into the memories of his loved ones.

But he shook his head again, no, maybe this is the Golden Demon Tree taking advantage of the weakness of human nature? He had to use that technique to leave this dream immediately, but when he put his hand in that position, he couldn't help but be startled.

Because he saw that the disappointment on the old man's face became more and more obvious.

"No, I can't abandon Brando."

"But you have to understand that the Golden Demon Tree is taking advantage of Brando's weakness."

"But even so, that's part of me."

"You're going to fail."

"But if you abandon weakness, you will not overcome yourself."

Brando suddenly calmed down.

He suddenly realized why Brando's grandfather hadn't opened his mouth once since he drew his sword. Although the old man should have had many chances to completely break Brando's psychological defenses, although the old man's face was always deeply disappointed.

But the old man didn't say anything, he just watched quietly and waited quietly.

Brando suddenly felt a bolt of lightning penetrate his heart, illuminating every dark corner of his heart, and he suddenly realized that it was not the Golden Demon Tree that had shown mercy to Brando.

No, it's that the young man is still holding on to the last piece of pure land in his heart!

Why is that?

Brando couldn't help but raise his head to look at the old man's stern and slightly sighing face, the face hidden in the shadow of the old mansion, there seemed to be something hidden in the old man, was it disappointment?

Exactly the disappointment.

He shuddered all of a sudden, what was that waiting in disappointment, a wordless expectation, Brando. That was Brando's grandfather, and his stern, deep eyes were full of disappointment at the young man's upbringing, but this deep disappointment was not a reproach - but hoped that one day Brando would understand and appreciate the affection behind this expectation.

Loved ones will never really blame you, they will only wait, waiting for the day when you understand, maybe one day they will grow old, maybe one day they will not be alive, but they will still remain in your heart, waiting for you to understand.

Wait until you understand their love for you.

Brando looked up, his sword clutched tightly in his hand. He raised his head and held back his tears, he had always thought that he had understood the world, but he had never thought that he did not understand anything.

"Brando, remember what I said to you? Your spine must be as straight as your sword, the man of the Damon family, you must live with your head held high, you are my grandson, the best one in your and my hearts. The old man raised his sword again.

"Come on, let me see what you've learned in the ten years since I'm gone."

Brando nodded, already in tears. It was his grandfather's words, it wasn't, it was the answer he had given himself in his own heart, and this was the path Brando wanted.

He took a deep breath.

Two swords intertwined-

"Stand up, Brando, how can the men of the Damon family be so weak."

"What are you crying about, scratching a little skin can kill you?"

"Tell me, how do you want me to punish you this time?"

The grandfather in my impression should be the grandfather who sat sternly in the position of the patriarch, silent, and looked at him with a disappointed gaze.

The grandfather in my impression should be the grandfather who is always dissatisfied with everything he does.

But the old man in memory had finally finished the last journey of his life, and Brando stood in front of the wooden bed, feeling his grandfather's hand gently on his head, rubbing his hair as he had done when he was a child on the banks of the Pragus River, but finally lost his strength and swept across his young face.

It's so rough, but it's full of feelings you can rely on. That sigh, even in the end, is it still disappointed, or is it a heavy responsibility and hope?

Brando felt his grandfather's dreams fall apart around his body, and he held the candle medal in his hand that was turning into a little dust, and he was silent for a long time.

"Thank you, old man."

"Thank you, my grandfather."

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