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When you look closely, the snowflakes still seem to glow with a silvery white light.

The stone statue was broken, and its indistinct head had cracked, and countless snowflakes flew out of that crack, rolling up a whirlpool of snow. In the whirlpool, there were several figures, all of them with wide eyes and strange expressions of surprise on their faces, each of them immersed in countless memories of the past. Life is like electricity, there are always many things that have long been forgotten, and at this moment, one by one, one by one, are vividly remembered, and not only their own, but also other people's, intertwined, dizzying and shocking.

Olivier stared at his memory in amazement, in which he was dressed in a gold, red, and black royal dress, with his right hand pressed against the Holy Codex, facing his father, and solemnly proclaimed: "I, Olivet Leezer Arnor, hereby solemnly swear by the Holy Book to renounce the right to inherit the throne of Erebonia." He always thought that the emperor was just a dispensable thing for a dashing person like him, but when he faced this memory again and faced his heart as a bystander, he found that he was still a little unwilling and sour.

No matter how well you disguise yourself, in this strange space, here, everyone's heart has no secrets to hide, and no disguise to disguise, joy, worry, anger, more real than what you know.

Amorous as Olivier, already in tears.

Cold-blooded as Mr. Governor, his face was full of fanaticism and concentration, and he was also in tears.

As for a rough person like Lu, since the fragments of his parents' memories surfaced, he has been staring at that memory, without blinking, and there are countless secrets flying in the whirlpool, his own, others', and even more distant and precious many mysteries about this world, but he has turned a blind eye to it, and he is already stupid.

Brother Lan Mao looked at the center of the huge whirlpool, his eyes were full of yearning, with his eyesight, he had already seen that the center of the whirlpool had countless crazy secrets, maybe it was the secret of becoming the strongest person in the world, maybe it was the secret of controlling the world, he sighed, looked back at the three people with different expressions, and closed his eyes.

"Surpass the barrier in front of you with the power of will!"

His body swam out like a fish, grabbed the three men one by one, and flew out of the whirlpool.

The space could no longer sustain its illusions, leaving only an empty white space and a vast vortex. Nothing else.

The Governor awoke from his memories and looked around uncertainly, but did not see any exit.

"Tremon, is this space solved?"

Brother Lan Mao shook his head, staring solemnly at the broken stone statue, looking for its flaws.

"After all, you still have to smash its body!" He looked at the whole body of the stone statue, and finally, he felt that the chest of the stone statue was the key, from the top of the head to the chest, the stone statue had opened a rift, along the end of the rift, striking again, it might be able to cause fatal damage to it, but it could also have unexpected disadvantages, for example, causing the stone statue to counterattack, if the stone statue could control the huge memory stream as a means of attack, any human would be instantly blown up by the huge information flow. Brother Lan Mao felt that if he held a dagger in his hand to strike, it was very likely to cause such a result.

At the end of the rift is the source of the hurricane.

"Die!" Lu's eyes were red, and he lunged at the governor again, this time, leaving no trace at all.

In the hurricane flow of information, he had seen what he wanted to know.

"Tremon! Do it! The Governor cried out through gritted teeth, and staggered to dodge the blow.

The fist that Lu swung out was caught in the hand of Brother Lanmao, and not only that, but the power in his body was also completely imprisoned and suppressed by his opponent.

"I think it's better for us to keep the peace for now."

"Dreaming!"

"No way!"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

The Governor rushed over, with madness in his eyes and a frenzied and quick vent of his uneasiness. "No, Tremon, now is not the time to preach morality, they know everything, we can only ......"

"And what about him?" With his other hand, the blue-haired brother pointed at Olivier, who was standing pale on the side.

The Governor's eyes were a little bloodshot, he looked at Olivier, suddenly laughed madly, reached out to pull the gun stuck in the waist of the blue-haired brother, and said with a hysterical madness: "Your Excellency, you were originally just an idler who lost his inheritance, can't you stay in the emperor well." What good will it do you to change your name and hide your identity in this way, and come to Julai secretly to see our plan in detail! ”

Olivier seemed to be calm, but his eyes were already gray, and his eyes were fixed on the governor, motionless.

"Thomas, what do you want to do, you can see his identity too!"

"Hehehe!" The Governor turned his face to Blue-Haired Brother, "Tremont, you know how important our plan is, and you can't bear to see your own plan ruined?" ”

"Plan!" Blue-haired Brother repeated bitterly, "The plan I made with my own hands! ”

"That's right, Tremon!" The Governor roared loudly, "For the sake of the Empire, all we need to do is be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor and his successor, and the others don't matter!" He screamed hysterically, emboldened himself, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

―――――――――――――― gossip about the dividing line――――――――― the recent update is really slow, since the holiday, the update has been getting slower and slower, and it is estimated that some people will mutter, is this a prelude to abandoning the pit. But I promise, it's just the after-effects of the holidays, the after-effects. I believe many people have it. Today is the New Year, and the city is full of firecrackers, which makes people have no desire to code. Recently, the author's work is also like this, lazily can't lift his spirits, the weather is getting worse day by day, and tomorrow it will cool down again. I can only try to recover slowly, from one change every two days to one change a day, and then return to last year's level of 4,000 words a day. Lantern Festival seems to have eaten a little too much...... My stomach is so uncomfortable, I don't have a code today, I can't sleep.

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