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"Uh......h Thank you...... Thank you, big brother".

Seeing that the sharp knife that was close at hand was directly shattered by an invisible "air", the little girl who was already paralyzed on the ground in fear didn't know that she had met the real savior? While several thugs were staring at each other with wide eyes and stunned, the girl who quickly broke free from the confinement with all her strength quickly ran behind Ganatika almost by virtue of her survival instinct.

Although the young man at this moment can be said to have just stood up from the garbage heap, and the smell of dirt lingers around the whole body of this decadent "homeless man", but where can the frightened little girl still take care of these, in order to grasp the only life-saving straw that fell from the sky, she can't wait to hug the wanderer who stepped forward in time.

“............ Thanks, what's there to be thankful for? Where is a guy like me to be thankful for?"

Thanks to the beautiful girl, if it were an ordinary brave young man, he might have to take advantage of this opportunity to show his heroic nature, but ignoring the frightened eyes of the gangsters and looking back at the little girl's delicate face wet with tears, Ganatika, who was thanked as a savior, could only feel a feeling of overwhelmed sadness.

When I think back then, when I decided to lead the poor people to rebel against the exploitation of the aristocracy with the girl "Pandora", where did I ever feel the slightest hesitation? When I think back then, when I was driven by hatred to wantonly slaughter the so-called "indifferent bystanders", how could I feel any pity?

But today............ A long time has passed silently, and the blood of the demons has soaked in pieces of leather armor, what has become of the Ganatika named "The Avenger"? Where does the so-called "true self" exist?

The former "brave" is afraid that it has long been as unrecognizable as those precious memories.

“............”

"Okay, it's okay, hurry home, don't enter this kind of dark alley again."

The little mechanical lowered her head and told the young girl, and Ganatika, whose mind was still a mess, didn't even know what she was talking about.

"Didn't I swear to be the wildest of evils, didn't I try to get stronger and take revenge on the gods, why would I use such a tone in this remote corner to help a child I didn't know out of danger?

Silently looking at the girl who expressed her gratitude one after another, she nodded earnestly in agreement, and Ganatika suddenly felt that everything around her had once again become dreamlike and lost its reality.

True dreams will always have a lucid time, but such dreams are destined to have no beginning and no end.

"Thank you, big brother...... This...... This bouquet of flowers is for you...... That one...... Thank you very much"!

Of course, the frightened girl couldn't see that Ganatika was preoccupied, and seeing that a few stunned thugs seemed to start looking at her with fierce afterglow again, the little girl with black ponytails trembling in the breeze couldn't help but turn around and run away.

So he quickly pulled out the most complete and beautiful white branch from a pile of dusty flowers and placed it in the palm of Ganatika's hand, and the girl, who had finally calmed down, quickly turned around and trotted out of the alley.

For the innocent, everything that happened today was just a terrible nightmare encounter, and the encounter between her and the homeless figure Ganatika was far from an "encounter", leaving this dark alley, her life is still selling flowers to subsidize the family, and secretly crushing the handsome third-rate bard fawn in the tavern.

The act of giving away the white flower may even be the only opportunity in the life of a poor girl to get up close and personal with a professional person.

However, for the young avengers who are mired in contemplation and confusion............ The significance of this bouquet of flowers is too extraordinary............

"Hey, don't ...... Don't think you're a professional...... You can be arrogant, and so can my second uncle's fourth brother and sister...... It's also a warrior apprentice............"

Seeing that their "prey" had already run away, a few gangsters who were covered in cold sweat naturally wanted to take the opportunity to slip away quickly.

You know, even in the imperial kingdom ruled by legendary mages, the number of professionals is extremely rare in a country with a total population of more than four billion, and suddenly encountering a professional who "sees uneven roads", a group of gangsters who are just ordinary people will of course be scared to the death, if it weren't for the tall Ganatika blocking the only exit of the alley, these guys who are afraid of the soft and afraid of the hard would have already crawled into the desert and fled.

But...... I'm afraid that the leader of the gangsters who took the medicine and talked cruelly was completely unaware that the target of his "noisy" threat was a legendary warrior who was extremely mentally and emotionally unstable............

"Don't be noisy".

Before he could finish a slurred paragraph, a light drink mixed with mental power fluctuations suddenly interrupted his sentence.

That's right, of course, this is just a simple light drink, and for the legendary powerhouse, it's just a habitual conversation to amplify the volume a little.

However, wouldn't a gentle two or three slaps be equivalent to Taishan crushing a skeleton for an ant? In the face of such a powerful fluctuation of spiritual power, a few villains who were just ordinary people were killed instantly without even having a chance to scream.

And it is worth mentioning that their death did not attract the slightest attention from Ganatika, because at this moment, the cloudy young man was still staring at the bouquet in his hand in a daze-the moment he got this flower, he experienced the familiar emotion that he had not felt for more than 100,000 years.

This emotion is called happiness.

Yes, this is just an ordinary field white flower, but in the eyes of today's "Young Avenger", its petals seem to be carved from white jade, and it is like a crystal clear and shining brightly, and every clean little bit of dew is like a magic mirror reflecting the face of a young man who has never changed.

That's Ganatika's own face............

"Am I really changing? Have I really grown? I really ...... Is it no longer possible"?

Clenching his powerful fingers, feeling the surging fighting spirit roaring and swirling in his soul, the teary-eyed boy whispered to himself and questioned.

This time, though, there wasn't as unanswered as usual.

For just as Ganatika's words fell, an ethereal voice reverberated through the middle of nowhere:

"How so, poor child, your soul is only covered by senseless hatred, and how can your reflection now not be a kind of growth?