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There are many tombstones on his side, and the light of the sun is very low, and the color of the lawn is darker and darker under the shade.

There was silence between the words, and Noah looked at the ink cold, and he was not in a hurry to urge.

It's not always easy to make such a decision, and it's right to give the other person time to think.

Ink Han looked at Noah, those bright eyes were like a rain washed sky, not stained with dust, reflecting his old appearance, the embarrassment could not be hidden, he turned his head and was silent for a while.

The sky in Xiyu Town was also so clear, he thought seriously.

Canossa's bustling voice was heard, especially clear in the silent cemetery.

These days have been very unpeaceful, and everyone knows that Ole's 50,000-strong army is stationed at the gate of Canossa, and it is by no means a simple greeting that can be sent away.

However, Canossa has only 2,000 troops and is not yet a regular establishment.

After the Demon Night, the news of Andrei's rebellion spread far and wide, but it was more of a basin of sewage above Ole's head, the people were angry and condemned, and they were full of grievances.

But the two sides were as silent as water.

The most bizarre thing is that the emperor of the Silva Empire, the man at the pinnacle of power, has not said anything until now.

But the calmer it is, the more intense the storm will be.

As all sensible people know, and history has proven this countless times, there is almost no need for words to truth, that is, independence must be ended by war in the name of justice.

There is no doubt that this battle is to be smashed on the head of Canossa, and in a sense, the attitude of Emperor Silva does not matter.

Because he was no longer able to influence Duke Andrei.

Therefore, he doesn't want to, and he can't completely tear his face.

Therefore, he can only be silent and use silence to calm this fight.

However, will it really be that simple?

Ink Han didn't know that Ole, who was stationed in the Gangpo Canyon, also knew this, and Oryx was very sad because in the end, he still became a pawn of his father.

Helpless or forced, in short, he is already in a dilemma, and the fate that cannot be escaped, under the step-by-step calculation of the shrewd Emperor Silva, is finally not up to him.

Those good wines have become the best thing to dispel sorrows, and it is not a good thing to live by a muddy mind.

In the lonely days in the cemetery, Ink Han did not turn a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window, and rumors could always easily spread to the most remote places, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

The habit of thinking did not stop with his silence, and all the clues naturally converged into Ink Han's head, and he quickly came to a conclusion.

Duke André is not now as simple as asking the Emperor Silva for a lollipop, what he wants is an empire.

But now, he was thinking about that.

The boy in front of him smiled evilly, but his eyes were clear and clear, and he exuded an indescribable charm on his body, as if surrounded by countless Huayu stars, destined to be extraordinary, but Ink Han also saw the blood color and evil charm in the starlight.

In the dark, the premonition that the handsome boy in front of him will become a dazzling, hot, and only star-hungry star with the flames of war, which will be an achievement that he and his predecessors cannot achieve.

However, achievement can sometimes be a tragic event.

To shine, you have to burn.

There will always be people who will burn out and not die well.

However, it was not a good thing for him.

He thought that the forgotten moments of the wind should now be reborn, and if the deadline was short, then do something meaningful instead of disappearing in the wind.

The clear eyes made Mo Han settle down a little, and he thought that he should be a determined and principled person.

If Noah knew Ink Han's thoughts, I don't know how he would laugh at that, at least he didn't understand it at all now, but he was really a little impatient, frowning, and his tone was a little indifferent, but he still maintained a certain enthusiasm, probably the kind of watermelon that he had to pick some sesame seeds when he lost it.

"Hey, old man, have you thought about it, although I hope you will think about it seriously, but I don't have the time to spend it with you all the time, if you don't want to be my servant, give me a clean clothes to change. ”

Many years later, Noah asked what Ink Han thought at the time, and Ink Han just shrugged his shoulders and didn't speak.

What should he say? There are a lot of doubts in his heart that he wants to ask Noah, but the relationship between the two is not familiar, because they are not familiar, so naturally they can't talk about some topics that are too in-depth, such as how many people are in your family, what do your parents do? Why do you have the smell of death magic in you? How evil you laugh at.

If Noah ignores it, it will not only make the atmosphere awkward again, but also make him appear indecisive.

Once the courage thing breaks through the embarrassment and reveals the edge, it is no longer difficult to hide, and the ink cold is by no means a person who lacks courage.

The atmosphere suddenly became delicate, and the ink cold eyes flickered, it was not hesitation.

This once upright and jealous person, out of what considerations, or what thoughts, made such a decision, in short, in the wind and clouds of history, he will leave a heavy blood, infected into the mountains and rivers that the world looks up to and trembles, forever in this bloody and chaotic history.

He was silent for a few moments.

Because he has long understood, he once firmly believed in the righteousness, benevolence and beauty of the world, and he has never killed innocents indiscriminately, but since her death, there has been no meaning.

After so many years, he has only understood one truth.

The sword is dead, and the man is alive.

He thought, about the prophecy, about the boy, about the decision now, and his cloudy eyes lit up.

Noah looked at him, calm as water on the surface, but a strong sense of crisis rose in his heart, his smile slowly retracted, and his expression was serious, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Because, the back of the ink suddenly straightened, and then it became like a mountain, between heaven and earth.

The turbidity in his eyes dissipated, his eyes were clear, revealing a sense of arrogance, and the rough linen clothes on his body were agitated without wind, like a king coming in.

The gray hair was scattered in the wind, and then the thick inky color burst between the strands, like daylilies permeated by black, and after a few seconds, it was already thick and shiny black hair.

That old and ugly face also metamorphosed in a few breaths, like a butterfly breaking free from the cocoon, as if there were stars, and that face was glowing with color.

His eyebrows were like flapping wings on his temples, his brown eyes were deep, his nose was straight, and his complexion was fair. It was a handsome face.

His aura was majestic and powerful, and the air was torn into turbulence.

The wind blew up Noah's rags, which made him even more sour.

And he, like the king of cloth, looks down on the world.

However, this mountain-like body suddenly became shorter, and it was also like a mountain.

He fell to his knees, his handsome face down to his chest.

"I would like to serve you as the Lord, my name is Ink Han, and I will kill for you. ”

This was a scary guy who didn't know how to compromise and was stubborn.

For the next 65 years, he remained stubborn in the cemetery.

Some people say that he is stubborn, some people say that he can sing and cry, and the world praises him for walking the world with righteousness and integrity, but they don't know that now his oath is actually "killing for you".

His voice also changed, like the wind in a cemetery, and the temperature was cold.

What he believes in is "a slashing knife", abandoning all retreats and never fearlessly moving forward, either successfully retracting the knife or becoming the soul of someone else's sword, but of all the enemies who have fought against him, only he survived to the end.

Therefore, his words, like his knife, fearless and even without superfluous emotion, spit out from his throat in unison, giving people a sense of extreme danger when the stubble of the knife came at him.

His words were very simple, but Noah thought that this was done to the extreme, and he didn't even need the contract of the life mark to bind it.

Killing for you is not killing anyone for you, nor is it why you are killing for you, just killing for you.

This domineering and even paranoid straightforwardness was accurately conveyed to Noah.

The short answer is wrapped in a clear attitude, and it does not need to be explained too much.

Noah's face slowly became heavy.

The ink cold skull is deep and low, and there is no explanation.

Human beings have a limited lifespan, and it has been said that time is like a rushing turbulence, and it is gone without any memory. This sentence is not wrong at all, even eternal life, under the tempering of time, can not maintain the brilliance of people, like the lich can only live in some kind of container in the end, even if the face of youth is eternal, it is also achieved by some means when you are young, it is absolutely impossible to rejuvenate people, aging is an irreversible fate, even the god of fate can not change this, even the greatest father has entered a long period of decline.

Noah was puzzled, and even had an inexplicable anger for this stupid decision.

"I need an explanation. ”

Noah frowned, and said coldly: "I admit it, I am very touched by your words, you are a dead wood with potential, but you set a forest on fire, and the fire will eventually turn you into ashes." ”

Ink Han looked up at Noah slightly, and a faint fragrance wafted in.

He always thought that the flowers were blooming and there was no fragrance.

However, it is not known until today that he was wrong.

The wind blows, and flowers fall.

This scene is familiar.

All in all, too, déjà vu.

Hua Yu is also her name.

So, he looked at Noah and was silent for a long time before he said slowly:

"When I was young, I was a mercenary, and I received thousands of missions, large and small, and there were many kinds of tasks according to the difficulty rating, some were very safe, some were very dangerous, and there were many kinds of dangers, some of which required you to fight hard, and some of which only required you to give up. But I always go out of my way to fight hard, because I know that I need to fight to get what I want to get, but I also know that I won't really die, although most people think I'm arrogant and unreasonable, but I know that it's just out of self-confidence, in fact, it's not really desperate. ”

"Even if you really try, you don't need to burn your life right now. Noah looked at Ink Han and asked seriously, "So, what do you want from me?"

Noah was also puzzled in his heart, he was caught off guard by such an urgent and unsparing expression, and had to admit that Ink Han's move completely dispelled all of Noah's doubts, however, in a sense, Ink Han was also asking Noah, what can you give me.

The point is, he's still young, he doesn't have anything.

The Magic Source Crystal is gone, and so is the infinite death energy Deathblade.

Noah looked at his unclothed body, a little mocking.

Ink Han shook his head and said, "A promise, a promise that doesn't need to be fulfilled prematurely. ”

Noah raised his eyebrows and asked, "What kind of promise, don't you say how do I know if I'm capable of it?"

Ink Han lowered his head and was silent for a long time before he looked up at Noah and said, "I can't say yet, I have made a vow, if you agree, let me get up... I don't want to be on my knees all the time. ”

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