A figure limped over, then threw a transparent umbrella.

"If you have such a mother's long hair, don't learn from others to get caught in the rain. We are Predators, and you are the chicken in the soup. ”

This sentence was thrown with the umbrella, and then left with the back. He now had a broken hilt in his hand, and a long two-handed sword, which he had to hold despite being struggling.

Greenfur quickly picked up the umbrella and opened it, covering him and his lieutenant, while his other hand continued to cover the left side of his face.

"You don't care." Jane said coldly.

"What's there to worry about, blessed land, didn't you read the pamphlet that rain purifies everything? We should be thankful to the rain god. ”

The woman in black turned her head and didn't speak again. If believers don't care as much as he does, then no one in the world wants to have faith anymore.

A long, short sound is the main music nowadays, and it doesn't sound very cheerful. Most of the losses are in the buildings and the vehicles below, and then there are problems with weapons and equipment, and there are not many problems with personnel - it's not good to say that, some things have to be handled by the highest commanders.

A moment later, a short, thin man came to Simon with Princess Axue, and Chief Guy threw down everything in his hand and ran over. He began to blame why no one had put the princess in a safe place, and the short man suffered.

Jane still didn't look at Ciric squarely, but intentionally or unintentionally asked a question: "What should the woman do?" ”

Ciric was silent.

Jane asked again, this time frowning, looking at him, and asking him what he meant by what he meant by what he said on Simon's tower.

Strik looked up to see the raindrops sliding down the tip of the umbrella one after another, and he said something irrelevant.

"I'm still thinking about it, I just told you that I need to leave a way for tourists to get to the center, and it's not enough to think about it. There are four gates, but how can there be only one way? A place like my house will be occupied and divided—Guy and I will go to the wounded in a moment, will you come with me, Lady Adjutant?" Let's wipe the blood off your body first. ”

Tick tock, the rain has been on the tip of the umbrella.

-

"If only you were there."

"What?"

St. Celin's hair was ruffled by Jolde, who had just slept half-asleep.

Jolde sat up and rubbed his eyes, and asked rhetorically, what was he talking about.

"You just said in your dreams, and it would be nice if it were 'you'."

"Ah...... It seems like...... Think about it. "Jolde pounded his head, it was time to forget what he had dreamed about, but it was still a bit difficult to remember it all," I mean...... Well...... Dreaming about things from childhood. The old grandmother at the entrance of the village told me that after the pig killer died, his family had to put his butcher's knife in the coffin, and she asked me if I dared. ”

"Then you don't dare?" St. Cillin scratched the bridge of his nose.

Childe took the opportunity to hold her up and said, "Yes, where do I have our Holy Saint Brave Divine Martial Arts?" ”

They were laughing as they glanced at a dark shadow in the sky.

"Is it a bat?" St. Sirin asked.

Childe touched his chin and said, "I don't think so, like a black butterfly." He paused for a few seconds, then said in a very serious tone, "It could also be black, a big fluttering moth." ”

The two of them laughed again.

The weather is fine today, the town is sunny, and I don't know how many sleepy people have been raised.