He moved his heavy steps and said slowly: "In a blink of an eye, you are also an old man, and time flies so fast." Until now, when I close my eyes, I can still see you two when you were younger. Alas, I knew back then that there would come a day when the two of you would end up dying. Because you are both too smart and too persistent, as long as it is something you believe, you will definitely do it, and you will do it to the end, and neither of you will make the slightest concession for the other. I thought that those few things would grab your attention, and you wouldn't be down for at least ten years. I don't think I'll live to that day, so I don't have to see the end between you. But I didn't expect you to come down now, and besides, it wasn't her. ”

"Who is not all the same? The result is not the same. In fact, a little earlier and a little later is also the result. It's not Angelina, it's good. At least you don't have to face her directly. Bebraz smiled and said calmly.

"Alright then, I'll open the door for you." The old man struggled to move his steps, and took out an ancient bronze key from his waist, which was covered with green rust, and tried to get out of the porter.

Bebraz, however, stood in the doorway, but did not give way, and his eyes were calm and peaceful.

"There's one more thing you've forgotten." Bebraz said with a smile.

The old man's facial features wrinkled together, looking like he was crying and laughing, and each wrinkle was a little deeper. He opened his cloudy eyes and stared into Bebraz's eyes, as if to confirm his determination. After a few seconds, the old man finally gave up and withdrew his gaze, sighed heavily, and said, "I just wanted to give you a Jianyì, at least this time you don't have to think about that thing." Because, you will have the opportunity to face Angelina in the future. ”

Bebraz shook his head, smiled and said, "If that's the case, what's the difference between me and her?" If you can't do the ideas you adhere to, then you can't stick to them. How else can I convince her? ”

"A dead man cannot convince others." The old man said.

"Death itself is the most powerful persuasion."

Eventually, the old man sighed deeply, turned to the only decayed wooden cabinet in the room, opened it, and took out a small wooden box full of dust, and used the key to open the old-fashioned lock on the box, and then took out a syringe wrapped in thick velvet. The syringe is not large, and the number on it attests to the date. But after more than ten years, it is still brand new, and it is clearly carefully kept. In the syringe, there is a small half-tube of blood-like liquid. The old man picked up the syringe with his wrinkled hand and handed it to Bebraz. The closer you get to Beblaz, the more the liquid in the syringe gushes, and then it boils! It was the mysterious liquid boiling on its own, not the effect of the old man's trembling hands.

After handing the syringe to Bebraz, the old man returned to the hut, closed the door, closed the window, and blew out the lights.

Bebraz's hand as he took the syringe was steady and warm, and instead of stopping, he rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, plunged the needle into his arm, and pressed the boiling mysterious liquid into his muscle. When the first drop of blood-colored liquid was injected, Bebraz's face twitched slightly, and there was a hint of pain between his eyebrows. Maybe other people will be a little surprised to see this scene, enduring pain is a necessary ability for every high-level ability, and people who can reach the level of Bebraz can even be said to be able to endure pain at the cellular level, so no matter what kind of Cheng Dù pain, Bebratz can do it quietly. But only those who know him very well will know that Bebraz is a man who admires nature, and he is happy when he is in pain.

At the end of the foyer is an inconspicuous wooden door, also worn down by age and humidity, and the lock on the door has only symbolic significance. But Bebratz's expression was solemn and solemn as he touched the lock. He pulled a dark gold key out of his close-fitting pocket. The key was heavy and shiny, and the grip was inlaid with a spider motif, made of black and gold gemstones, and the handiwork was delicate to the extreme, as if the spider was crawling.

Kakachacha's voice rang out, and the key spun half a turn in the keyhole before the bolt reluctantly flicked open. Behind the door is an unusually spacious space, more than ten meters high, with an area of thousands of square meters, which is completely a magnificent palace! It was unusually cold in the hall, and the walls were covered with frost flowers. In the center of the main hall, there is a rough stone platform on which a cast-iron chest is placed. The box was unlocked, and inside was a sealed glass dish containing a shallow layer of blood-like liquid. On the glass dish is engraved a small line of verse:

He drank the blood of the gods, and from then on he carried the fate of the gods with no choice.

Bebraz picked up the glass, a meaningful smile on his face, and then tore the seal of the glass and opened it. The moment the glass was opened, those blood-like liquids suddenly had their own life and spirituality, and they actually ejected from it, piercing Bebraz's chest like lightning!

The blood was extremely sharp, and it instantly broke through Bebraz's chest and pierced it deeply, and at that moment, Bebraz's chest was almost completely opened, and even a beating heart could be seen! However, after the blood penetrated deep into the chest, dozens of blood strands were separated in the back, and the end of each blood strand was a small claw, and the central part of the claw actually opened a small eye! Dozens of small claws grabbed the edge of the cracked chest, and actually closed the cracked chest cavity alive. Layers of white foam are then applied to the wound crack to cover the wound.

Bebraz was stunned at first, then looked down at the scar on his chest, smiled abruptly, and then fell to the ground.

The violent explosion almost lifted half of the coastal castle into the sky, and the erupting flames rose directly to a height of 100 meters, and this shocking pillar of fire could be clearly seen dozens of kilometers away! Those with slightly better eyesight can even see the roof tumbling up in the pillar of fire.

In the center of the pillar of fire, Su stood, arms raised, as if to embrace the entire sky, and endless energy continued to pour out of his body, pushing the pillar of fire to rise rapidly, seemingly endlessly. Su could feel every trace of energy overflowing and exploding. He swayed the energy in his body to his heart's content, constantly pushing the pillar of fire, every flame became a part of his body, and in an instant, Su seemed to become a giant who took over the heavens and the earth, and every roar could make the world shake. This kind of indulgence, this kind of wantonness, has never been seen in the short life of the Soviet Union for decades.

This is the first time, and perhaps the last.

Su suddenly looked up, and a huge shadow enveloped his not-so-tall body.

It's less, but it's a good twist. Finally got an A