When he rushed to the corner, Tarrant heard some movement from the other end, footsteps, the sound of landing, more than one person, there was no need and no hesitation at this time, the team was ready to fight, Tarrant turned the corner, a room as narrow as a box, several halflings were carrying corpses, the ground was full of stumps and tentacles, and there were no spirit suckers in the field of vision.

A halfling silently dragged the arm of the earth spirit, which was much heavier than himself, and walked into the darkness, there must be a spirit sucking monster nearby, Tarrant slowly advanced forward with a halberd in both hands, and without fire he could only see a very limited range.

On the right side there seemed to be a standing figure, thin, dumb, probably a puppet accused of zhì, Tarrant walked towards him, it was a back, trembling slightly in the dark, making a sound as if swallowing saliva, if he was in charge of guarding, then he should have made a move, but he didn't move.

Katrina's torch was still on the other side of the passage, and there was only a glimmer of light shining here, and Tarrant raised the tip of his halberd and looked around warily, the halflings were immersed in their work, and the psychic monsters had given them the task of cleaning rather than guarding, so they would not react to the presence of intruders. The puppet shook even more visibly, with a very strange magnitude, and Tarrant naturally thought of the marionette, as a strange swallowing sound returned, like a viscous liquid sliding.

There was no spirit sucking monster appearing, but Tarrant became more and more weak, and when he was some distance away from the puppet, he stopped and gently touched it forward with his halberd, and the back suddenly lost its support and fell directly to the ground, revealing another body hidden behind him, black, twisted, and tentacles.

The sound of "sizzle" sounded suddenly like a tide, Tarrant's eyes flashed into countless white spots, his ears buzzed, and the consciousness in his brain was cut off by a powerful force, at this moment, Tarrant couldn't think of anything, he stood in place in a daze, the other party's S-shaped steps slowly approached, the tentacles curled up in the air excitedly, and a stream of white slime dripped from above.

The feeling of comfort surrounded Tarrant, he felt that his body was relieved for no reason, there was no sense of zài, no sense of consciousness, his whole body was relaxed, and even his breath was far away from him, there was no need for tiring battles, no need for annoying thinking, just looking at the body in front of him, and approaching step by step.

Transparent ripple marks surged in front of the eyes, everything was cleansed, the darkness and distortion disappeared, and what appeared in front of me was pure emptiness, several familiar voices whispered in the ears, and a scene slowly synthesized from nothingness.

"Tarrant, it's your turn to come to us today," said a child in blue at another child, surrounded by five or six children, some high and some low, dressed in rich court clothes and in tattered coarse fabrics, in a lonely street, with potholes and a heap of earthy yellow houses around it.

"I'm going to be with him", a little red-haired girl protests.

"Then you two," grinned the other boy with lace sleeves, "we'll hide so you can't find it." ”

"Alright, let's get started", the boy smiled and covered his eyes.

The children immediately ran out in all directions, and the boy with the lace sleeve said as he ran, "Count to 10 to open your eyes!"

The boy honestly began to count, and the little girl knocked him on the head, "Let's go." ”

"I haven't finished counting yet. ”

"I know where they're hiding, I don't like that place", the little girl smirked and leaned into the boy's ear, "Let's play something different, okay?"

The boy stared curiously at the girl's face, "Play with what?"

"Let's go home and let them hide, hide all day", the girl "giggled", "he must be in the sewer, he likes that place, and when he comes out, he must be stinking." ”

"But ......," the boy hesitated, shoving his index finger into his mouth.

"Don't wait, let's go", the girl took the boy's hand and ran into a white mist in the distance.

The vision quickly followed the two children into the white mist, and a qiē quieted down.

An echoing sound of footsteps walked outside the door, and the white mist faded to reveal a scene.

A tall girl with long burgundy hair stood at the table, on which lay a thick old book, and some utensils and materials were placed beside the book, "Tarrant ......" she bowed her head shyly, and a wonderful drizzle was falling outside the window, softer than candlelight.

Another sturdy body stood in front of the view, and he softly embraced the girl, and the two gazed at each other and kissed each other tightly, their bright red lips sticking out of their delicate tongues and slipping into the mouth of the person in front of her.

The hand on the girl's waist rubbed horizontally, and the two bodies gradually warmed up and transmitted heat to the room, and the rain became heavier, as if this was the only way to protect the space between the two.

The bookshelves disappear, a bed appears behind the girl, and abstract and familiar patterns are diffracted on the boring roof.

They were sunk deep in the white mattress, the soft fiery red robes pressed under the hard blue-gray armor, their hands roaming around each other's faces and bodies, the whole mattress burning and surging tide, the blue-gray melting into the boiling fiery red, and the slight moaning sound repelled the heavy rain outside the window to make up all the senses.

The moans slowly turned to wailing, and when they opened their eyes again, the bed was gone, the abstract roof was gone, the rain had stopped, and a gray damp air enveloped the entire area, the forest.

"Tarrant, I'm so cold," a girl sobbed.

"Then run for a while, it won't be cold when you run", a man in a broken liner took her hand and ran quickly into the woods.

"I'm colder", the girl shuddered all over, exhaled a cloud of frost from her mouth, and her fingers were put together in a miserable whiteness.

The man hugged the girl in distress and clinged to each other, "We will always be together, I will always warm you." ”

"Hmm", the girl's face buried in the man's chest.

A white glow shone from the forest in the distance, and an attraction pulled the two apart.

"Don't leave me!" the girl cried out in distraction and held out her hand to the man.

"We're always together!" the man also stretched out his hand, but the pale light merged into a solid wall.

The wall was made of stone, blue-gray and moss-grown, and a woman knelt on the wall.

Her eyes had long since dried up and not a single tear could not seep out, her long golden hair was messy in the wind, her earrings and necklaces were hanging heavily on her body, she lowered her head and her hands trembled, "Kalpeber, let me be quiet." ”

"Madame," a young mage walked out behind her, "he'll be back." ”

"Let me be quiet", she looked up in the wind, it was a face that had lost hope.

"He is the bravest hero, the greatest swordsman, and one day, he will return with everyone in the triumphant song of the king. ”

"Let me be quiet", the lady closed her eyes, and the wrinkles sticking out of the corners of her eyes covered her otherwise beautiful face.

The mage bowed his head and sighed, and silently turned to leave.

The wind whistled past the lady, a grain of sand blew into her eyes, and the little boy rubbed his eyes, and asked in a childish voice, "Will he come back?"

The answer that had been answered a thousand times was gagged, and the lady looked down at the pendant.

"When I'm older, I'll find him!" the boy reached out and wiped the lady's face.

A strange fragrance rose up, which was refreshing, and the wall suddenly began to shake and collapse, and the lady, the mage, the boy, all disappeared from front of them, and all the scenes turned into nothing.

"Ah......h

A figure stood in front of her, "Are you awake?" and her long, burgundy hair was coiled over her shoulders.