"Haven't you guessed yet?"

I don't know if it's day or night.

The scarred prisoners began their own conversation again.

"What?" Chen Senran seemed to be thinking about something, and asked a little distractedly.

"Nothing." Svein didn't ask any further, he understood.

No matter how clever a man is, he is calm and calm, but when something really concerns the woman he loves.

He could never be calm, or, pretend, calm.

Although, he Svein, never, fell in love with a woman.

Chen Senran, this forever indifferent god-like guy, at this moment, has always been, just a mortal.

When another man said in front of him every day that he was about to get that woman, and that he was going to do all kinds of terrible things to that woman, especially today, when that man swore that he would be able to bring that woman here at the latest, and perform some of the things he had said in front of Chen Senran.

Chen Senran, and finally, lost.

"It's not worth it." Chen Senran said suddenly.

"What?" This time, it was Svein's turn to ask rhetorically, and he didn't hear Chen Senran's words clearly.

He didn't know if Chen Senran was worth it, or he didn't know.

"Nothing." Chen Senran repeated Svein's previous lines.

If it's not worth it, then what is it?

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It's not worth it.

Old Hasta looked at his only daughter and wanted to say this to her.

But when he looked at her calm side face, and the determination hidden deep in her eyes.

He knew that it was useless, and it was too late.

But it's also.

It's all come this far, even if it's not worth it. What can we do?

His incompetent father has been sacrificing his daughter for so many years.

So this time, the only and last time, for his own daughter. What is it to give up one's life and one's soul?

Thinking so, he couldn't help but look beyond the Mage Tower.

Those who are hundreds of yards below the crowd, the city, and, beyond, thousands of miles away.

It was a wilderness beyond the endless plains and mountains, and it was the land of voodoo.

There, hidden. His reluctance.

He's not worth it.

For the rest of my life, that's it.

Arlene.

See you in the next life.

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It's not worth it.

Tyrone wanted to say to his sister, the woman who was still on the front line.

He hadn't rested for three days.

When he killed people, he almost even broke the blade in his hand that was made of cold iron and pure gold, which was made of cold iron and pure gold, and was said to never roll the blade.

But he didn't care.

For the surname Duke Kao. He can do anything, even death.

But. He couldn't stand it, he couldn't stand his sister, the woman he respected so much, to suffer.

She hasn't had a break for three days.

Blood and war had stained her completely.

Still, she didn't stop.

She seemed tireless.

She's still fighting.

She was still roaring and killing.

Even if her voice is no longer hoarse, even if her hand is no longer holding the knife.

In fact. She didn't have to work so hard at all.

For Noxus.

It's not worth it.

The state never gave her any kindness, and after the man disappeared, the country deprived her of a qiē.

Status, power, fame.

She was sent to the hardest of all. The most dangerous frontier.

All day with death, with swords.

She kills a lot of people every day.

However, in the end, those merits were even stingy to her name.

But she's still at ease.

Many times, Tyrone felt that she was foolish.

But he didn't dare to say it, because he respected her.

He is the most, dear sister.

So, in the end, he didn't say that it was not worth it.

He just tightened the blade in his hand, silently, and stood behind her.

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It's not worth it.

Ezreal said this to himself for the thirty-eighth time in his heart.

It's not worth it at all, for the sake of the big picture, you have to save that damn guy.

Not worth it at all.

He just wanted to kill him.

However, Ezreal's footsteps involuntarily moved towards the place where Chen Senran was being held.

Ezreal, you must be crazy.

He desperately said to himself in the bottom of his heart that he wanted to stop himself.

However, the desire of the heart, the freedom to walk unscrupulously in the sun, still prevailed, his hatred.

It's sad.

I actually want to be reduced to relying on the enemy in exchange for the opportunity to steal a living.

I'm Ezreal......

But......

So, then, proud people.

He felt his pride burning wildly, and he felt pain.

However, he couldn't help himself.

Even with the installation of Hextech's automatic control device, there is no way.

He loves freedom.

He loved Caitlin.

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It's not worth it.

When Elise saw the revelry of the whole city.

She said to herself in the bottom of her heart that it was not worth it.

For the sake of such a fool, for the selfish desires of the hateful megalomaniac around him, he must use his own meager strength to shake the whole monster-like city.

The entire War College.

The High Council.

It's stupid.

But......

"See? They're all doing something for us. Hammerstone sighed, almost nervously, "What a fresh soul smell, what a dense breath of life, I see—"

"......," Elise was silent not knowing what to say, but reason told her that she had to leave.

Even with the terrible four words of Dismason suppressed in the high sky.

However, she still had to leave.

She can't follow this madman next to her to die.

Oh no, two madmen.

And that madman.

Elise glanced at Hecarim, who was not far away, and even a huge robe could not hide his massive size.

This guy who has completely given up even the human body, in addition to destroying Miè, only ruined Miè is left in his head.

He didn't care about anything else.

As long as it's the will of Dismason.

And he went forward.

I don't know what it means to be worth it or not. (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.

Go to bed.

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