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Ian's face kept changing, and finally smiled bitterly: "My luck is really good, the Dragon Emperor has seen it, and I will soon see a god even more powerful than the Dragon Emperor." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info But it doesn't matter if it's a god or not, we can't get out anyway, it's like you asked me to take out a copper coin and a gold coin now, and I don't have it anyway. ”

With that, Ian stretched and fell to the ground again, snorting, "You might as well think about what to do next, Miss Messiah, what do you think?" ”

The Messiah was silent for a long time, and shook his head blankly.

"Aren't you from a big family?" Ian asked, scratching his head, "I've seen a lot of the market, so I can't think of a way to do it?"

"I came out without telling my family. The Messiah whispered, "So I didn't get much support from my family, so I had to come out with the Crusader guards." ”

Ian got up from the ground and looked at the Messiah with wide eyes: "I thought you were prepared, you dare to come here without anything?" But isn't it a bit unrealistic to expect those three kilograms of Fire Source to kill gods?"

"We never intended to kill gods. The Messiah replied, "I just wanted to come to my brother." ”

"So your brother is an idiot!" Ian suddenly became angry, stood up and yelled, "I brought a team of people to seek death, and I have to drag another team of people!"

Hearing Ian scold her brother, Messiah's pretty face instantly changed color, and she also stood up, staring at Ian with eyes like frost: "You are not allowed to slander my brother!"

Ian laughed angrily: "Am I calling this slander? Your brother himself died, but it doesn't matter, the question is how many people are there this time? Your brother is your relative, Jimmy, Sika, Carl are not your relatives, just your subordinates? Your brother can't die, and others are obliged to accompany you to die?"

The Messiah was speechless by a series of question marks, and she looked at Ian, whose face was full of anger, and finally the frost in her eyes turned to mist. Ian saw that her eyes were red, and tears seemed to be about to fall at any time, and Chu Chu looked pitiful, like a basin of cold water poured on his head. The nameless fire in his heart was extinguished in an instant, and he felt a sense of apology, no matter what, his life was saved by the Messiah. When he did this, he was like an ungrateful villain.

Thinking of this, Ian gently walked up to the Messiah, looked at her stubborn appearance, and suddenly wanted to pinch her face. But as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was thrown away by the Messiah, who walked to the wall and sat down angrily, and did not look at Ian, staring at the faint flame with beautiful eyes.

Ian sighed and sat down on his back, though a little distance from the Messiah. From this point of view, the face of the Messiah is not visible.

"I'm sorry. Ian whispered, "I was a little angry just now, because I really didn't want to die like my parents. ”

Messiah's shoulders trembled slightly, but he didn't speak, and Ian had to continue: "I'm a person who talks a lot, and I can say whatever comes to mind, and you don't mind. Because I have always believed that if people don't say what is in their hearts, they will be very uncomfortable when they die. ”

Ten years ago, a little beggar wandered to Blackstone City alone. At just five years old, he had to make a living by picking up leftovers from other people's food along the way, and occasionally had to fight with wild dogs that came to grab food. Once, when he was dying from being bitten by a pack of dogs, an old beggar rescued him.

The old beggar was dressed in tatters and unkempt. He couldn't speak, he was dumb, and a little silly, but every time he looked at the little beggar, his eyes were gentle, like looking at his own child. The old beggar didn't speak, the little beggar could only speak, and every time he was sad and thought about his parents, he would keep talking, crying and talking, and the old beggar would sit next to the little beggar without saying a word, smoking his cigarette pouch. The little beggar didn't know if he understood or not, and each time he asked, "Do you understand?"

The old beggar nodded very naively, he couldn't speak, but he liked to listen to the little beggar, so the little beggar kept talking.

But at last the old beggar died, and when he died, he was very uncomfortable, and he choked his neck, and his tongue was about to be spit out, and his old face was suffocated blue. But he could not speak, and could only look at the little beggar with a pair of cloudy eyes, and the little beggar knew what he wanted to say. In the end, he took the little beggar by the hand and died in the alley.

An old beggar, a little beggar. The old beggar died, and only the little beggar remained. From then on, there was a little beggar with a broken mouth in the alley, watching the passers-by chattering, and no one knew why the little beggar's mouth suddenly became so much.

Only the little beggar himself knew that he wanted to say what the old beggar wanted to say.

The old beggar looked at the beautiful woman in the past, and his eyes lit up. So the little beggar would look at the beautiful young woman who passed by and thought, "Good ****** round breasts and round face, well, it's really good." ”

The young woman looked at the little beggar with shame and anger in her eyes.

The old beggar looked at the city lord's guard with a knife before his death, and his face was disdainful. So the little beggar will say, "A bunch of bullying dogs, arrogant or something." ”

Then he will be chased by the guards for half a street, and after catching up, he will be beaten with a blue nose and swollen face. But he'll do it again next time.

For a long time, the little beggar had a figure in his heart. The old beggar with a cigarette pouch in his mouth who could only look at people with his eyes sat next to him. It was a long, long time later that he realized that the old beggar was really dead and would not come back, so he gradually reduced his words, but in the eyes of ordinary people, he still talked nonsense.

Ian thought of the old beggar again, and his eyes slowly moistened.

"I like my brother a lot. While Ian was alone in his sadness, the Messiah suddenly spoke, his voice soft and pitiful, "I have been confined in a big room since I was a child, and I have only access to very few people. They all respected me, but they were afraid of me, and they didn't dare to say a word to me. ”

Ian realized that the Messiah was beginning to speak up.

"Even mom and dad, I rarely get to see them. It's just my brother, Kyomen Stuart. Thinking of his brother, Messiah smiled happily, "He was very kind to me, and would always climb over the high walls and come to my courtyard to talk to me and play with me." Give me something to eat outside. ”

In the dead of night, the handsome boy climbed over the high wall, carried a bunch of grapes, and came to the imprisoned girl, smiling.

Ian couldn't help but have such an image in his mind.

The Messiah slowly buried his head in the crook of his arm, his shoulders twitching uncontrollably.

"I love him. The Messiah's voice was tinged with weeping.

The memory was pulled back to that night ten years ago, when the beautiful mother cried and kissed her forehead: "Ian, Ian, Mommy loves you, Mommy loves you." ”

Everyone is fragile, and at the moment when the wound is torn, it can no longer be disguised.

Ian leaned against the wall, tears streaming down his eyes.