readx;? Killing the two of them in an extremely short period of time not only stunned Katrina, but even Ian himself couldn't believe it. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info because he had never studied any killing techniques, although Ellington and Al did teach Ian some things ten years ago, but due to his young age and short time, Ian was not able to learn any of them.

But now, he was able to use every skill as if he were doing it himself. And I don't have to think about it at all, my muscles seem to have memorized these things, and I can rely on instinct to do it.

Ian vaguely felt that this should be the power of the Iliad. Because he acquired these skills after he left the port of Sophia, the Iliad helped him regain his memories and let him master them.

The power of the gods is truly extraordinary.

I wondered what the power of the Iliad had brought to my body, but now was not the time to think about it. After all, there was still an enemy that had not been solved, and the clown mask had been standing quietly on the side since Ian broke free, and even watched as Ian stabbed the knife into the heart of the thin man.

"You're really unkind to your fellows. Ian pointed to the tip of the clown's mask's nose with his ward, "You're the only one left now, what do you want to say?"

The clown mask still didn't speak, and stood there silently, like a lifeless sculpture. But it was such a sculpture, but it made Ian have a faint sense of unease, he felt the danger, and the guy in front of him, who stood without speaking and was stunned, seemed to be the most dangerous person.

Then Ian remembered the strength of the clown mask when he restrained himself. After returning from the snowy mountain, whether it was the power of the Iliad or the dragon's blood, his body became very strong, although he still looked a little thin on the surface, Ian himself knew his strength. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to pull away from the Musk Moon Goddess, but even so, the clown mask still restrained him, and that brute force was no different from that of a beast, as if it was going to imprison him completely.

If he hadn't mastered the stunt of the "Monkey King" Xike in time, he would have really had his head cut off by the thin black-robed man just now.

Therefore, he is still cautious about clown masks.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Ian, "the Moses or the Felton?"

The clown mask still doesn't answer, like a dead man.

"He won't listen to you. At this moment, a familiar voice came into Ian's ears, "Do it!"

Before Ian could think about who the familiar voice belonged to, there was a muffled sound behind him, and then someone pounced on his back and strangled him. At the same time, the Clown Mask moved, taking two steps forward with lightning speed, and then punched Ian in the head.

Ian only felt a blackness in front of him, and the strength behind him was removed. He fell straight backwards and collapsed against the railing. He ran his hand to the top of his head, and felt the blood, and then the pain hit him slowly, filling the entire nerves.

How could there be? How could there be someone behind him?

Wasn't it only Katrina behind him? Could it be that Katrina attacked him? No, no, no, she didn't have to, and it was clearly a man who had pounced on him just now. Could it be that he was the one who pierced the head with a dagger?!

Ian was terrified of his thoughts. But it seemed that this was the only explanation, and he tried to open his eyes, wipe the blood from his eyes, and saw three people standing in front of him.

One of them was the masked man he had stabbed through his head with a dagger as a throwing knife. He was standing upright, dark red blood pouring out of the shattered mask.

It's not dead?How is it possible!With all the heads pierced, why can you stand up as if nothing happened?!What kind of monster is this?!

"It's going to end. It was the same familiar voice to Ian, and Ian struggled to raise his head and look at the man standing in the middle, who was also wearing a black robe, but not a mask, so that Ian could see his face clearly.

Then Ian froze.

Is it him? How could it be him?

"Why you?" "Why you?"

The man frowned, "What, why me?"

"That's why you, Jimmy!" yelled Ian.

That's right, the person standing in front of Ian is none other than Jimmy, the former commander of the Crusader squad. Ian thought he was dead, and Ian thought he was the only one who came out of the snowy mountains with the Messiah. didn't expect him to be dead, which was a happy thing, but Ian saw him at this time and on this occasion.

"Don't be too sad, the deceased will live well in another world. ”

Under the moonlit campfire, Jimmy patted Ian on the back and said, "Your parents fought hard to keep you alive, and you should cherish it." ”

Few people make Ian cherish his life, because in Black Rock City, he is a thief, he is a beggar, and he is the one who everyone shouts and beats when he crosses the street. The few short days he had joined the Crusaders made Ian feel warm for the first time in ten years. The first time someone would let him eat chicken legs, the first time someone would cover him with a quilt for fear that he would catch a cold at night, and the first time someone would not think he was verbose.

That man was Jimmy.

But now, he is on the opposite side of himself and wants to kill himself.

Ian had a hard time accepting this fact.

"Although I don't know why you would know my name. Jimmy shook his head slowly, "But if you count on this to be close, it's naïve." Sika, kill him. ”

Sika?

Ian watched as the clown mask slowly walked towards him.

"I always believe in the prophecy of the eldest lady, you are the only one who survived the Dragon Emperor level of Dragon Flame. Hope you are a miracle. ”

It was the last thing Sika ever said to him.

The Clown Mask grabs Ian's neck and lifts him into the air. Ian didn't resist, and with a trembling hand, he took off his mask, and then saw a familiar but expressionless face, and a pair of shining golden eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Ian struggled to say, "I'm Ian." ”

Sika didn't react, and the golden pupils were as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Ian was desperate, and he felt Sika's hand intensifying, and he was about to break his neck. Being held in the door, Ian can no longer rely on the skills of the Monkey King to turn over.

"Sika. Ian tried one last time, "Do you remember Carl?"

At that moment, Ian clearly saw a subtle fluctuation in Sika's eyes, and the strength in his hand was also somewhat. Ian seized the opportunity and kicked Sika in the chest, and Sika was forced back two steps by Ian's desperate blow, and Ian fell backwards. Both sides were in a state of weightlessness, but Sika took the first step and pulled out a knife and threw it directly at Ian.

Ian snorted as he felt the pain of the blade sinking into his body, and plunged headlong into the lake.

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