PS: Thank you for the reward of looking at your back from a distance and looking at the sea by the railing

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That is, when Sikong knew the effect of this angel tears, the crystal clear angel tears instantly vaporized. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With the brilliant light of a gemstone, it was printed on Sikong's forehead, dotted with vermilion, and condensed into the shape of water droplets, becoming a special flower.

Suddenly, Sikong's temperament changed greatly.

Quiet and solemn, but also with a holy atmosphere, just standing there, as if there is an angel's glory shining and adhering to the will of God.

When Sikong takes a step forward, he measures the world, and compassion and mercy coexist.

At this moment, Sikong seemed to have become an archangel, falling to the earth, just to attract lost believers.

"I know that I know that the effect of this angel's tears will take effect......"

Sikong smiled heartily and took in all the splendor of the world.

It is not weird and charming, nor is it obscene charm, but the purest holiness, which allows people to only watch from a distance and not play blasphemous, and live a pious heart.

It seems that because he saw the true face of the angel again, the corpse sitting under the statue of the winged angel suddenly weathered and disappeared with the wind.

Leaving only a neat stack of dragon-patterned armor, a blue sky mask, and the sword in place.

Shaking his head, Sikong deliberately forgot the effect of this angel's tears, and then the flower in the center of his eyebrows dimmed, and it was difficult to detect it if he didn't look carefully.

And the holy aura on Sikong's body gradually faded away and returned to normal.

"It's a good way to pretend to be a god and a god."

Sikong understood the magic of this angel's tears, shook his head and smiled, and wanted to bend down to pick up the armor at his feet.

"There, like there's a city ruins?"

Suddenly, Sikong Ergen moved, and a faint sound came, and there was even the sound of squirming footsteps.

Sikong's face changed, there were ruins of rubble piles around here, and under the pile, there were many poisonous insects and Gu hidden.

At this time, with Sikong's physical condition, where to hide?

Sikong turned to see the three relics at his feet, and suddenly smiled, and the plan was born from his heart.

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"It's a temple! Look, that statue, that's the Temple of the Angel of Tears! ”

A sound of overjoy swept by, and a group of five people overcame all obstacles, and strode into the depths of the wilderness.

The leader saw the winged angel from afar, and he was excited, clenching his fists, and his face turned red.

It seems that this lost temple is of great importance to them.

Then, like apes, the five men were extremely agile, flashing on the huge stone base, and appeared at lightning speed under the statue of the winged angel.

"Templars?!"

When the five of them saw the winged angel descending, they exclaimed at the same time, and sparks burst out from their eyes.

I saw that under this mottled statue of a winged angel, there was a person sitting.

Wearing dragon pattern armor, wearing a bronze mask, and on his knees, he held a sword with only a sword body.

This person, Yuan Yu Yuezhi, shallow and quiet, his chest gently undulated.

Watch the red dust roll and count the autumn red.

A high-altitude and cold man looks.

The leader was in ecstasy, with his mouth open, and walked distractedly towards the winged angel, but one of them stopped him.

"Charles, wait a minute! This Templar, it seems, is still alive? ”

Hearing this, Charles quickly woke up, took a few steps back, and saw the man under the statue of the winged angel, his chest rising and falling gently.

He even heard clear breathing.

"How is that possible? How could we possibly meet a living Templar?! Didn't all the Templars follow the angels and the true gods in the battle of the gods and die at the end of the sky? ”

It seems that the existence of this person under the statue has broken the cognition of the five people, and even Charles has a hellish expression on his face, and he does not dare to approach the statue of the winged angel again.

"Well, I'm still alive. It turns out that 10,000 years have passed......"

Suddenly, a deep voice erupted from under the Templar's bronze mask, spitting out the twilight of the awakening from death with the vicissitudes of decay.

As soon as these words came out, the five of them were like frightened birds, their faces were sallow, and they quickly retreated with a bang, wishing that their father and mother would have two more pairs of legs.

Only Charles, who couldn't stand steadily, his feet were weak, and he knelt down directly.

"Knight, Knight, I am a horse breeder in St. Ann's Castle, and I stumbled into the temple because I followed the footsteps of the Angel of Tears. Please treat me like a fart and let me go......"

Charles's face was sad, like a mournful woman, knocking his head like pounding garlic, and he wanted to knock a hole in the ground.

The Templars, on the other hand, saw Charles's appearance, but they did not speak.

Far away, he made up a few heads and melon seeds, and hid behind the pile of rocks to look this way.

Worthy of being from the imperial civilization, these people looked at each other, quickly suppressed the panic in their hearts, and slowly walked up.

Fang Qian grabbed Charles and lifted the soft-footed shrimp at his feet, coughed, performed an elegant and special etiquette, tapped his eyebrows between his right fingers, moved his left foot back, bowed forward, and said-

"Honorable Knight, I don't know your real name yet, and we are the most humble believers of the Angel of Tears, and there is no malice."

The breeze is cool, with the dampness of the wilderness, and the fallen leaves are scattered.

Moss-dappled temples have brought their former glory to an end.

Under the statue of the Angel with Folded Wings, the Templar saw the devastation and said sadly: "My real name is buried with the past." Call me nameless. ”

"I have fought with the gods of the sky, and I have fought until the years change, and the universe is desolate; He also made trouble in the underworld, fought with the demons of hell, and slaughtered the demons of the underworld; He also talked to the god of the earth and the god of the sea. ”

"It's been too long, it's been too long. The glory of the past has been sealed with the rust of the sword, and when I woke up, the world has been a sea of vicissitudes, and things are not people. ”

The words of the Templars landed soundly, with an indescribable sadness and a deep loneliness.

The five Charles were stunned for a moment, and finally looked at each other and said, "The god of the sky? The god of the earth and the sea? Among the nine true gods, when did these three come out? Has God changed his name? ”

With that, the five of them looked suspicious, secretly looking at the Templars who were still sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking like a lonely master.

In particular, under the Templar's thigh, there was still a thorn strip on his pillow, like a stolen object that he had not had time to hide in a panic.

Wrong!

The five of them were secretly worried.

And Sikong, under the dragon pattern armor, also felt that something was wrong.

Templars? St. Ann's Burg? The Nine True Gods?

These five people should also be contestants, but looking at their words and deeds, they obviously know more than themselves.

'It doesn't make sense, it's all playing the role of an indigenous identity, and the memories are all, huh?! ’

Suddenly, Sikong's eyes froze, and suddenly he found a serious problem.

It stands to reason that he played the role of a troubadour, and according to the experience of this troubadour, it is not to say that he knows astronomy, geography, and personnel.

It should also be a lot of experience, but on the contrary, in addition to the strong ability to survive in the wild, this troubadour only has a literary and youthful disease.

Even, this Wenqing is still a fake Wenqing, and there is not a trace of ink about the civilization of the Middle-earth Divine Kingdom in his empty stomach!

"It's not because I'm late for the game, the punishment given to me is that it erases all the memories that should be given to me......

Suddenly, the two parties present stared at each other and did not speak for a long time.

Eerie embarrassment, floating in the humid air.