Chapter 160: The Lost City 2 (Page 1/1)

Chapter 160:

Hearing the voice, Ron slowly turned his head.

Immediately, I found that behind him, I don't know when there was a strange old man wearing aristocratic clothes.

The old man had a good-natured smile on his face, his silver-white hair meticulously combed back, and his neatly groomed beard hanging on both sides of his mouth, as if he had come out of an oil painting.

Perhaps not hearing Ron's response, the old man smiled and repeated what he had just said.

"Young human, have you seen my rabbit?"

"Rabbit?" Looking at the old man warily, Ron took a slight step back and shook his head. "I didn't see it. ”

"yes, that's a shame. The old man's face showed a look of disappointment. "I haven't seen it in days, I don't know where it went..."

As he spoke, the old man's figure suddenly fell into a trance, and it turned into a wisp of black smoke and slowly dissipated in place.

“......”

Silently watching the other party's dissipating figures, until the black smoke completely dissipated, Ron slowly put his hand on his waist, trying to find the crow sculpture calling Richard.

However, just as his fingertips touched the sculpture, behind him, there was a gurgling sound of water, and then the same sound sounded again.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a living man here, young human, have you seen my rabbit?"

Kane's body froze abruptly when he heard the voice.

'Boom ——!!'

As if by coincidence, a flash of lightning suddenly crossed his head, and the already dim sky in the Lost City was even darker.

Blazing white lightning, reflecting half of Ron's gloomy face.

He turned his head slowly and looked behind him, not far away, still the old man with a smile on his face.

"Young human, have you seen my rabbit?"

And the same words came out of his mouth.

However, this time, Kane did not answer, but slowly drew the two-handed sword at his waist.

The blade of the sword made a slight 'hissing' sound against the scabbard, but it was piercing in the silence of the garden.

On the other side, the old man didn't seem to feel the killing intent that was gradually permeating Ron's body at this time, and he still repeated the words just now over and over again.

"Young human, have you seen my rabbit?"

"Young human, have you seen my rabbit?"

“......”

The same timbre, the same intonation, over and over again, like an old repeater.

Around the garden, the small yellow flowers planted gradually turned gray in this repeated sentence.

The water from the spring quickly dried up, and deep cracks spread down the fountain to the ground.

For no reason, Ron, who was standing opposite, suddenly felt a chill.

He glanced at the rapidly changing garden, and then suddenly there was a loud 'thud' under his feet.

In a huge pit, his form suddenly disappeared.

'Torah-'

The screech of a blade scraping against the air.

The whole rapidly changing garden suddenly slammed, and then there was a 'poof'.

In the splashed earth, a deep ravine suddenly appeared around the old man.

The old man's entire body was split into two pieces.

However, it strangely did not fall, but twisted like two soft noodles.

And behind the old man, Ron, the pitch-black armor was already covered with a layer of fine red lines, and streams of crimson air overflowed from him as if they were substance.

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