At the Jerusalem Arena, a young girl in a black Lolita dress has just passed through security and entered the audience. Dressed in a pair of intricately decorated bundled black high-heeled round-mouth leather shoes, and snow-white stockings that accentuated her slender and straight legs, she strode over to the viewing ball, eagerly rummaging through the snow marks to check the state of the snow marks. It was the mysterious girl who pulled the snow into Jerusalem through the mirror.

She looked nervously at the snow marks, which were not in good shape, but she was not worried about them.

She folded her hands and said to herself, "Snow marks must be remembered, don't take off your clothes......"

Snow Scar lay on his back in the water panting heavily, and the "altitude sickness" that reappeared after he ran a few hundred meters exhausted, and it was stronger than before, the feeling of suffocation, lack of oxygen, dizziness, and extreme fatigue all at the same time. It was like a vacuum around him, and no matter how much he breathed, he couldn't get the oxygen his body needed.

Fortunately, the enemy did not chase after him.

Snow Scar gasped, not to mention retaliating against them, even if he continued to lurk until the end of the game, it would be difficult.

When he issued a declaration of war to threaten them just now, he boasted that he was in high spirits, which was a moment of excitement, and it was also to make them afraid to chase after them. Now out of danger, adrenaline levels begin to drop dramatically, and the cooled mind realizes how bad his situation is.

His body was warning him, all his muscles were throbbing, he was covered in bruises from being kicked and beaten, and he was so tired that he looked like he had just been chased by a beast and ran over a few mountains. He knew he had reached his limits.

His enemies are a murderous army of organized and capable men, and they are incomparably formidable. And he is alone, and it is difficult to support himself.

And this trial is really a fight to the death! They really want to put themselves to death. And the damn Qilu actually told him when he entered, "There will be no danger, it is very safe." "I really believe in his wickedness!

Or quit the game.

Obviously, this situation can no longer continue, and he has done his best, and at such a critical moment just now, it is not easy to seriously injure Ancisi, and use the stench of crow eggs to force everyone back and escape. Grown-ups may see themselves because of this.

He closed his eyes. The shallow water rattles in the ears, the wind blows the reeds and pushes them on top of each other, and the sound of friction is like a sail fluttering.

He felt like a boat drifting down the River Styx, sliding into the endless darkness, and he didn't know what was in the darkness, but it seemed that it would be nice to slip in, at least not to have to go upstream, because there was only endless darkness upstream.

At this time, a corpse slowly floated beside him, it was the corpse of Little Red Riding Hood, she opened her eyes wide, looking at herself, that was the look in her dying eyes, innocent and helpless, with a deep attachment to the world.

Snow Scar woke up and sat up suddenly. The resentment in my heart was rekindled.

Although Little Red Riding Hood is a friend who has just met, it may not even be a friend, it is only a temporary alliance, but it is also his own companion, he can't watch her die without avenging her, and run away alone, what kind of man is this?

The cold-blooded Curry, the face of the vicious Ancisi came to mind, and the lackeys and accomplices around him who bullied the weak and feared the hard, and were vile and filthy. They are like stingers, pierced in the heart of Snow Marks.

Snowmark knew that if the Black Shadow was here, he would be sneering at his decision again. But that can't be helped, sometimes making the right but difficult decision is to be able to live a calm and honest life in the future.

There are many such things in life, if you don't make the right decision at the time of the incident, then regret is like a stinger in your heart, if you don't pull them out, they will always be uncomfortable, they will always have a seizure when you recall this incident, and it will make you stab in the back, and it will be painful.

If he chooses to sneak away in the barn, then he will not be reduced to the wilderness, and may still live a relatively comfortable life in the village, but will it still be life? The village will be his eternal cage. The sister next door is a nightmare he can never get rid of!

He has already made his decision. This matter must not be left alone!

Altitude sickness and fatigue hit him again, and he took a deep breath in an effort to calm his mind.

Mother said that the mind is born from the heart, the heart of the person contains infinite power, although the so-called "mind" may not be the same thing as the ability to think, but this is a very useful attitude to do things, when you are not decided, you have to reflect on your heart, a firm belief will give you strength.

Thinking like this, it was as if a stream of heat really appeared from his body and poured into his limbs, relieving his altitude sickness-like symptoms. The oxygen in the air reappeared, and his body was like a seedling in a long drought meeting a rain, greedily absorbing the nutrients in the air.

Sliding into the dark boat rapids, it came to an abrupt halt and began to swim upstream.

When he reopened his eyes, the fortitude in his eyes was like a light that could dispel the darkness.

In the audience, the Pope frowned when he saw this scene: "Ordinary people have already fallen into a coma to this extent, but I didn't expect him to have such willpower, I'm afraid it's not just willpower." Being in Jerusalem, he has to consume his mental power all the time, and he is not a capable person, so it stands to reason that he should have exhausted his mental power by now. When his mental power is exhausted, no matter how strong his willpower is, it is impossible to continue to stay awake, can it be ...... Does he have any energy left?" he beckoned to the servant beside him, who immediately handed over a card, which was the registration card for Snow Marks. After reading it, the Pope smiled and handed the card to Pissarro.

Pissarro took the card and looked at it, and also smiled: "It turns out that he is from the Snow Country." I heard that there are many capable people who grew up in that area and have extraordinary mental energy, that is, physical strength is relatively good. No wonder he has been able to hold on until now. Pissarro was also the first time he had seen Snow Marks' ID card, and he had only been interested in Snow Marks' performance.

"Snow Country is an island country in the East, and I heard that the environment there is special, and it is easy to cultivate excellent ability, so I am very interested in it, but we don't have a road sign there. ”

"Then how did he come to Jerusalem?" Pissarro looked at the card again, and saw the words of Jean Nord the guide, and he understood: "It seems that the little lord who fled fled to the snow country and developed a new man." ”

"Hehe, it's really a model of a teacher. On the way to escape, you have not forgotten to develop new people, should you give her an award?" the Pope quipped.

"Whether or not to award the award is secondary, but the matter of this little county lord can't be ignored by our Nianshi Guild, after all, there are many people in his family who are Nianshi, and the nobles of Beiao have made too much trouble. ”

"Haven't you always advocated that the power of the Nian Shi should not interfere with the secular regime?"

"There is a saying in the East, called 'this time and that time', the times are different, and we will also change a little......" Pissarro paused, his tone a little colder, "I know that sometimes SBC Church puts obstacles and increases the difficulty of our tasks in order to train us, but this time, I hope you will think it through. ”

The Pope smiled but said nothing.

Pissarro smiled and looked down at the registration card again, as if the conversation had just been just an unnutritious small talk.

After looking at the registration card for a while, Pissarro found something, frowned and asked:

"His guide was Jean Nord, I can understand that, but ...... I don't understand the latter name. Is this the 'Elvey' we know?"

The Pope leaned over slightly, leaned over and glanced at the registration card, and made a sudden realization:

"Oh, by the way, I remember I recently sent a pathfinder to explore around there, and it was Elvi. ”

"She?...... Put...... Indulgent girl, how dare you send her on a mission to the East?"

"No way, only she is most familiar with the East. ”