Walk to the big tree on the left side of the school gate, stretch out your hand, and feel the roughness of the trunk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking up, the green shade that had covered the entire elementary school time had not disappeared, and the palm of his hand gradually moved upward, and the nicks in his memory were clearly visible, which was the masterpiece carved by him with a small blade in elementary school.

I am back.

Smiling, he said a word to the tree in his heart and stepped into the gate of the school.

If you calculate the time, the students who are still in school should be eating. I didn't wait to walk into the teaching building, but chose to step on an arched bridge connecting the teaching building and the playground.

The playground is huge, at least that's what Dawn always thought when he was a kid.

Because the physical education teacher in physical education class often asked them to warm up and run a lap or two, Little Dawn has always been grateful for the track on the playground, and over time, even the playground is not very liked.

Noon is the hottest time of the sun, there are very few half-grown children in the playground, and they can even be described as two or three kittens, and most of them are concentrated in the green shade of the playground.

"******, are you still stubborn? Obviously it's a prostitute's son and still pretending, fuck you! ”

Among the several people who were beaten, the little fat dun in the leader stretched out his little short legs and kicked the curled body on the ground, scolding in his mouth.

"You're ****** the son of a prostitute!"

Loose hair, messy clothes, thin lips with bright red blood, angry pupils like beasts staring at the scolding little fat dun, got up and waved his fist and rushed over, ignoring the foot that fell on him.

"****** you still fighting?!" was punched, and the little fat dun was obviously angry, and directly kicked on the stomach of little Dawn, and the raised fist was about to fall, but it was suddenly grabbed by a big hand, and he couldn't move forward.

"Has anyone ever told you that this is very uneducated?" A cold voice came, and several children turned their heads to see an adult in a black jacket and blue jeans looking at them with a blank expression.

"It's clear that he's uneducated!"

used up all the strength to feed, a fat face was flushed, but there was no way to break free,

"Compared to him, you are like a bunch of poor worms who have no one to teach them." The cold eyes swept over the children, and finally landed on a chubby little chubby dun with a fat face, sent his hand with a cold snort, and took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to pick up the young body curled up on the ground.

"Are you alright?"

Holding little Dawn to the edge of the arched bridge, he put down him in his arms, and asked.

In Dawn's own vague elementary school memory, there is no memory of today's incident at all, perhaps as he grows up, he has forgotten about it.

"No, it's okay, you're the big brother who bought the medicine that day?"

Today's series of impacts is a bit big, which makes little Dawn himself a little confused, and after seeing Dawn's face, he subconsciously recognized the person.

"Well, mind telling me why those people hit you?"

Nodding, he motioned for little Dawn to sit beside him, and asked.

I don't know why, little Dawn's psychology that he originally thought he wouldn't tell outsiders fell apart after meeting this big brother, his head bowed, and his blood-stained lips told the reason for all this.

"My dad used to have a bad reputation..............."

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If it weren't for the whim of going to the elementary school, would you remember this memory that was bad for you?

Standing at the door of the villa, remembering the appearance of his own whispered when he was a child, he sighed slightly in his heart, and the memories hidden in his mind, the memories that he didn't want to remember were gradually revealed with the narration.

There is still a little time, and my mother will move out, and then I can leave this sad place with me, maybe this is the only thing I can comfort myself in my heart.

The powder in his hand danced with his fingertips, and after drawing a six-pointed star pattern in the air, with a smile and determination, he pushed open the door and walked into the field of vision of everyone present.

Who is he?

Jace, who was closest to the door, was the first to sense Dawn, no, Asmontis and Jace should be said.

"Is this playing with body art?" Dawn, who first stepped into the villa, also froze after seeing Jace's appearance, a bright smile suddenly bloomed on his face, and he took out a mobile phone that he had never seen on the market and took a picture of Jace, and then quickly put it away, as if he was afraid that his mobile phone would be smashed.

"Hey, who are you? This is not the place you should be! ”

In silence, a shadow came to Daun's face, with blood marks on his body, but it did not give people the slightest feeling of weakness.

"Damn, is it here again?!"

After asking, before Dawn could reply, his slightly pale face changed, and he turned around and subconsciously protected Dawn behind him, looking at the three demons that appeared in front of him with an ugly face.

Yes, three.

Counting the female demons on the other side who are trying to "restore factory settings", there are now four demons from hell on the field!

Miscalculated, damn it, it's the first time I've seen a demon who can summon magic so much that I've seen it.

With a gloomy face, he looked at the three demons in front of him, one like a cow's head, one like a snake's head, one like a rat's head, and a female demon who was recuperating from her injuries, Jace was still entangled with Asmontis inside his body, with this injured body now one against four, Carly estimated that the winning rate was 0%.

"Leave it to me."

Seeing the number of demons on the field, the last doubt in Dawn's heart was finally solved, and he finally understood why Carly Pfister, who Jace called a powerful magician, died, and why Jace always looked like he blamed himself when he mentioned it.

"What did you say?"

Carly turned her head and looked in amazement at the young man behind her, with a black jacket, blue jeans, dull blonde hair, and a confident smile on her angular face.

"I just don't want to see the blame on his face anymore, don't care."

Stretching out his hand, he subconsciously wanted to pat Carly on the shoulder, but he hesitated and didn't do it, and finally stood in front of the three demons under Carly's gaze.

"Hey, you-" Before Carly could finish her words, she saw a silver-white belt appear around the man's waist at some point.

Is this, my belt?!

Jace, who was still fighting Asmontis, stopped his movements in shock when he saw the belt around Dawn's waist, causing him to be beaten by Asmontis and retreated.

The familiar and unfamiliar mechanical beetle came through the constraints of time and space, and landed lightly on Daun's outstretched palm.

"Transfiguration."

Daun's words and the cold electronic prompt sound sounded at the same time, and the silver-white heavy armor suddenly spread to Daun's whole body like mercury,

“CastOff。”

The horns of the mechanical beetle were turned in the opposite direction, and cracks appeared one after another on the heavy armor that had just been dressed under the action of the blue electricity, and exploded outward with the sound of the electronic prompt copy of Daun's words!

This! How can it be?!

Carly, who had witnessed the whole process, stared at the figure standing in the arena in amazement, the pitch-black unicorn horn was erected high, and the jet-black circuit board-like pattern on the burgundy light armor looked particularly bewitching.

Knight, knight's dresser, isn't Jace?!

"Come on, then, the real battle is just beginning now."

Warriors from the future, who have crossed the distance of time and space, join!