"What a fool."

In the firelight, a figure was about to leave, and in the sound of the house collapsing, the boy opened his eyes, but he couldn't see the figure clearly, only the blade of the sword was clear in color and cold inexplicably.

"You can't fall."

A strange man took the boy and quickly healed the wounds on his body.

The boy was amazed that his heart had cracked, and why the doctor's medicine could still repair it.

And the painter, who seems to be able to draw all the materials that the doctor needs, the whole picture is inexplicably weird.

"Why save me."

The country is ruined, the bodies of their parents are close at hand, and the mountain bandits are not in a hurry, and their hands are stained with blood.

For the first time in years, he felt so powerless.

"Sober up, kid."

The doctor took out the strange instrument and placed it on the boy's head, then took his temperature, nodded in satisfaction, and the painter took out the picture scroll that he had already prepared, and handed it to the boy, with bright red flags fluttering on it.

The boy's eyes were puzzled, and both the doctor and the painter smiled and said nothing.

The man with the blade put away his weapon, then took out a dice and shook it for a moment.

The doctor slammed a shudder on his head, and he seemed to come to his senses and smiled at the boy.

"Boy, we're not here to save you, it's just that your life is very suitable to connect with us, but you can still choose how to go by yourself."

The man who looked like a gambler handed the boy the dice in his hand.

The boy grabbed the dice, seemed a little tired, and fell asleep on the ground.

The doctor picked him up quickly.

The painter drew the way, and the three disappeared into the house that was burned by the fire.

"Boss, they should all be dead."

Outside the door, a bare-necked mountain bandit smiled at the leader-looking man.

The man nodded, and the team of no less than ten men raised their machetes and headed up the hill.

"Hey, what's so special about this kid."

The gambler put his hands on the back of his head and asked the doctor with a roll of his eyes.

The doctor fiddled with the reagent bottle in his hand, looked at the gambler angrily, and said in a low voice:

"All we have to do is wait for him to make a choice."

The painter was in a rare silence, looked at the boy's back, which was scarred, shook his head, and sighed again.

"What's going on with both of you?"

The gambler seemed a little dissatisfied, and muttered with his waist crossed.

"This kid has lost his trajectory."

The painter's expression was a little solemn, and some wrinkles could be seen on his beautiful face, which were the scars left by Zeng Ri in the past, although the painter had the ability to repair the scars, but he never did so, which seemed to have a unique meaning for him.

Seeing that the gambler's face was still full of puzzlement, the doctor put away his medical kit and explained:

"If the pioneer disappears, we will go back to our original trajectory, but he is different, in the original trajectory, he was burned to death, so..."

The gambler was a little silent and did not continue to ask.

The painter looked at the boy, shook his head again, and then stopped his perspective on the path he had drawn, and thought silently to himself:

Pioneers, are we about to meet?

"Bang bang."

The painter held his own paintbrush, his expression was grim, the doctor took out the test tube, looked at the painter who was suddenly stunned, and was a little puzzled:

"What's wrong?"

"Someone, approaching here."

The painter held his own paintbrush, his palms trembled slightly, and there were subtle gaps on the road under his feet, although each one was very subtle, but when all of them were added up, it was a little intimidating.

"I've been waiting for a long time."

At some point, the painter raised his head, and a strange creature clinged to the sky above his head, holding a strange blade in his hand, with green stripes visible to the naked eye, and the doctor threw out the test tube in his hand, but the figure disappeared.

"You can't take this child out."

The gambler threw the dice in his hand, and the points seemed to be insufficient, and his movements slowed down, unable to catch up with the figure in the air.

"Doctor, don't let him take this child."

The brush in the artist's hand seemed to dim the color, and there seemed to be no room for dodge in this narrow space of the painting, and the child was still unconscious, but he was hugged by the presence in the air at some point.

"I know."

The doctor fiddled with the test tube in his hand, smashed his fist on it, and muttered at the corner of his mouth:

"Damn, quick."

"Tell me about the next piece of shard, and I can give you back this kid."

"Dreaming."

The painter sneered, and the brush in his hand had already drawn thousands of horses.

"I know that the pioneer deploys, and the painter can draw everything that responds to the pioneer's command, but unfortunately, if there is no such child, it is like a broken arm."

The voice was very leisurely, and it was impossible to see where it came from, but the painter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and still couldn't determine the person's location.

"Aren't you alright?"

The doctor shook his head, the reagent bottle in his hand spinning rapidly, but he couldn't tell where the man was.

"We'll meet again, huh."

The painter could not judge the breath of that person even though there were thousands of troops and horses, and soon, the man seemed to have lost his trace, and the doctor's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It turns out that here it is."

The needle in his hand drew a crack in the space, and a syringe smashed on the man's shoulder, the man snorted, and his figure gradually blurred, but this was the painter who saw clearly that the man was a green-skinned monster.

"Let him escape."

The doctor shook his head helplessly, but the painter snorted coldly:

"At least, he won't be able to crack the kid's secret for a short time."

"What the hell is on that kid."

The gambler fiddles with the dice in his hand, confused.

"He's nothing special, it's just that he had a little interaction with the Pioneer in the chaotic plane, but he lost his traces, and in his own plane he is dead, and we call this existence the key."

When the painter finished speaking, the doctor was silent for a moment and added:

"There are not many keys that meet the requirements in this way, generally speaking, there will be no increase in age in a lifetime, and the intellectual, memory, and body will not develop again, but will only stay at the moment of death in his own time and space, and his only role for us is to rely on his particularity to make us find pioneers.

"And if the pioneer gets his help, he can borrow the complete pioneer banner in the time and space of the past for a short time."

The gambler seemed to understand something, nodded, and the painter drew a portrait of the green-skinned monster, then put away the scroll and threw it to the doctor, who picked up the needle in his hand and began to catch the breath on it.

"It's really, full of twists and turns."

The doctor touched his forehead helplessly, and then threw a needle to the painter.

Without looking, the artist pricked the needle into his shoulder and injected the medicine into his body.

"Now, finding the position of a pioneer is now far away."

The gambler put his hands on the back of his head, a little helpless.

......

Zhong Ming shook the wine glass in his hand, and the waiter seemed to know something, and stepped forward to add him a glass.

When that punch fell and Bai Yue made a move, Zhong Ming seemed to be a little interested, and as for the main task of the fourth fragment, he didn't show a trace of anxiety now.

"Bump."

The huge cover fell from the sky, covering Bai Yue in it, Zhong Ming's expression was a little playful, and a killing card appeared in his hand, this world did not affect his things, but there were always some uninvited guests in the world, and they were chasing the pioneers relentlessly.

"Since they're all here, why don't you come out and see them."

Time stops running at some point, and after all, it's the world of anime, and there are countless ways to influence time here.

"You seem to be a lot weaker than before."

A green-skinned monster fell out of the air, the monster was holding a child, who seemed to be between eight or nine years old, the monster had a mask on its face, one hand was carrying the child, and the other hand was stretched out to grab Zhong Ming.

"Buzz."

A card flew out from between Zhong Ming's two fingers, and immediately after, a blade of light was severed on the back of the green-skinned monster's right hand.

The unconscious child fell and was put on his left shoulder.

"Hmph, Pioneer."

The monster snorted and disappeared again into the gap in the air, and soon, time here returned to normal.

Zhong Ming didn't chase after him, and watched the plot that was happening intently.

"Why don't you stop him?"

In the alienation card, Zhang Chunhua shouted.

Zhong Ming shook his head, poured the wine from his lips into his mouth, swallowed it, and then spoke with a faint smell of wine:

"It's not the time."

The existence of the key is no less than telling everyone his coordinates, and when the pioneer flag is not in his hand, it is tantamount to asking for his own death, and Zhong Ming will naturally not be so stupid.

No one knows the key better than the pioneer himself.

It was a huge light bulb that could not be concealed in the dark night, and it could see the direction of others and tell others its own direction, which was recorded in the essay, and was a double-edged weapon, but Zhong Ming didn't seem to need this thing now.

Zhong Ming blinked his somewhat sour eyelids, he already knew the outcome of the plot, and it would look a little boring again, the cover was quickly eaten up, and Bai Yue in it revealed half of Iizawa's undried face, which was indescribably funny.

"Evil-beaked beasts?"

Zhong Ming shook the wine glass on his fingertips, and the plot developed to this point, it seemed that the dust had landed, but Zhong Ming felt the black mark on his shoulder coming from the emotion that was about to move.

It was a kind of greed, that shard of error, that took the existence of the beaked beast as food.

"You can eat such snacks."

Zhong Ming plays with taste, not without self-deprecation.

"You're just skipping class and eating out..."

Zhong Ming yawned, looked at Bai Yue, who was coronaized, put his hands on the back of his head, and walked towards the door of the restaurant, his eyelids were still a little tired, Zhong Ming seemed to plan to go back to rest and rest.

"You seem to be a lot lazy."

Zhang Chunhua said in the alienation card that since the old man disappeared like Cheng Yu, Zhong Ming has always been like a drunk person, either watching the plot development next to the main plot characters, or lying on the straw and flipping through the essay, blinking his eyelids to give people a feeling of drowsiness.