Joey he died, and this ostrich path shed his blood. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info This brave warrior from the country of Xiao Ai has stayed in this land forever.

Joey, who occasionally likes to lose his temper and complain. But he was a hero, and he used his life to compose a heroic hymn, and he sacrificed his life on the way to protect the sword for the sake of human freedom and justice.

Joey, a man who loves life. He loves the sun. He likes to drink his favorite bitter husband tea in the warm sunshine of his hometown. Jerry: They buried him in a sunny meadow that was the same as the meadow in his hometown. Warm and full of sunshine.

Jerry: They wiped away their tears, they still have to hurry. The men of the Dark Legion could catch up at any time, and they had to do it as soon as possible. When they arrived in Fallen Leaf City, they would be safe for the time being.

Like Rumbo, the country of Kolai is more like a small city than a small country. The country of Kolai is already small, the place of human activity is smaller, there are more jungles and mountains, and at the moment they are in the jungle, by the campfire.

The night always makes people yearn for light. Joey is gone, to another world. Everyone's mood was heavy, and even Kiva, Nemo, and Turolo didn't speak. The four of them and Joey are sworn friends, and now they have lost a brother who is a mouthful, and there is one less person between them.

Under the stars, by the fire. The stammering man stroked the long sword Joey had given him. Seeing things and thinking about people, the young warriors sat around the fire, their faces full of sadness.

Alam took the viola from his bosom, a birthday present from the landlord's daughter. He still remembers that warm night:

In front of the house, next to the bamboo forest. A young girl looked up at the brightest star in the night sky. Alam walked over, it was his birthday. He knew that the beautiful woman in front of him would not forget. As long as he was in front of her, he would feel helpless. He loved her, desperate love. The young girl Klee gave him a harmonica, which she gave him for his birthday, and he kept it with him day and night, and he looked at Klee infatuately. Khali was so beautiful under the starlight, and Klee was also looking at him with affection, and suddenly Klee stood on tiptoe and kissed him, and ran away quickly. That night he was immersed in happiness, and even in his dreams he smiled. The reason why he stayed in this rental house was because of her. Otherwise, as the captain of his own soldiers, he would already have his own residence. But he didn't want to own his own house, and the old king knew it. If the old king had not died, if there had not been that terrible war in Middle-earth. They must have been married long ago, for the old king had promised to propose marriage to him. The king's proposal is a great honor for the landlord. The landlord, Old Bud, is an old stubborn, but if the old king proposes to him, Old Bad will definitely be helpless. If there was no war, the people of their little Ai country would live happily and freely, because they had a benevolent king, and Jerry, the young prince, loved the people like a son, which was the luck of the little Ai country.

Alam glanced at Jerry, who was now the young king. The king of a kingdom will dare to take great risks to take this sword journey. I don't think there is a king in the whole of Middle-earth who has the courage to do so, and I must risk my life to keep him safe, he is the hope of our little country, Alam thought.

Jerry sat by the campfire and looked down in thought, no one knowing what he was thinking. Thinking about Joey, or his father, or Little Aiguo, or thinking about how to get the Sword of Anglas to Yyroom Castle.

Mammotha stood outside the crowd, he looked out at the forest in the distance, he was thinking about his days in the canine tribe, he was far away from his own tribe for revenge.

Kiva, who has always loved to joke, Nemo, who always misses his mother's potato pancakes, and Tulolo, who has always been the most taboo about others calling him ugly, are all silent, and they are all thinking about Joey.

The piano sounded leisurely, and Aram played the harmonica in the starlight. His harmonica is really, really poignant.

Under the starlight, a girl in white led a horse over, her eyes were very large, dark blue eyes, like a deep ocean, and like a deep blue starry sky. Her skin is surprisingly white, her snow-white skin is as red as a girl, as pure as milk, and the most shocking thing is her face, which is so beautiful that it is suffocating. Her beauty is not the kind of bewitching and seductive beauty, but the kind of innocent and pure beauty that gives you the urge to protect her against all odds. Seeing her, especially on such a night, under such starlight, she looks like a fairy in the sky. There was a cute white pig beside her, which was actually a little pig with wings.

Kiva saw the little pig's face change color, and he knew it was a flying Kaka pig.

He was followed by an old man who was also leading a horse. And the old man had an ugly face, a very short stature, and his nose was almost hidden in his full beard. He had a gray beard, but his eyes were very wide.

The girl walked up to Jerry, who looked up at her. For some reason, Jerry's heart began to pound, and the beautiful girl in front of her deeply touched her. Her snow-white skin without any impurities, big dark blue eyes, a white gauze skirt, and lace and gold-encrusted boots. He wore a transparent crystal hairpin on his head, a crystal wand pinned to his waist, and an emerald green dagger.

Jerry looked at the crystal rod on her waist and felt a 'sudden' jump in his heart: Witch?

"Excuse me... The girl wasn't done yet. Suddenly Turolo stood up, and he walked over to the white-bearded old man and looked him up and down.

The white-bearded old man also looked Tulolo up and down, and Jerry, the girl, and the girl looked at the two of them in surprise.

Tulolo was exactly the same as this old man with a gray beard, and the two were extremely similar in height, fatness, body shape, and face. The only difference was that Tulolo's beard was grayish-black, and the old man's face had a few more vicissitudes than his.

"Eglin?!You're Eglin!Oh, my Eglin, it's really you!You're alive, you're alive!" the white-bearded old man cried as he grabbed Turlolo.

Jerry: They were all stunned by the sight. It was strange that a beautiful maiden suddenly came out of the jungle, and even more strange was that there was a guy who looked exactly like Turoro. The guy was still holding Turolo and crying and laughing.

"Who are you?" Turoro looked at him in surprise, Turoro was now a little dizzy.

"Son, I am your father. Do you remember that there was a big blueberry field in your hometown?" the old man with a gray beard looked at him and said wistfully.

"Grandpa Steve, is he your son?" asked the fairy-like girl, who was Carol and Steve.

Tulolo shook his head, he didn't remember a blueberry field in his hometown.

"Do you remember that you have a scar on your right leg?" asked Steve.

Turoro pulled up his right trouser leg, and there was nothing.

Steve pulled Turolo's pant leg up hard, and Turoro did have a scar on the back of his thigh, but it was very pale in color. If you don't identify it carefully, you can't find it at all.

Steve smiled all over his face: "yes, yes, it's this scar." This is when you were screwed by the neighbor's goose, and you were screwed with blood at that time, and you cried. I applied it to your wounds with knotweed. This knotweed will not leave a scar on the wound, and it is really not visible. ”

Tullolo was still in his dreams, and he did not have these things in his childhood memory: "But I don't know you, I don't remember what you said." ”

Steve looked at him, his eyes full of love: "You're from Shuiyou, right?"

This time Tulolo nodded, he is from Shuiyouguo, which is not wrong.

"Do you remember who your parents were?" asked Steve.

"I don't have parents, I'm an orphan. When I was a child, I was picked up by a homeless man and begged with him, and when I was 7 years old, the homeless man fell ill and died. Ever since I was a kid, I grew up picking up leftovers and garbage from other people's food. Turoros said hatefully.

Jerry and the others looked at Turoro, no wonder sometimes Turoro was a little withdrawn, they didn't expect Turoro to have such a miserable childhood.

Steve's hands trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, "Oh, my child, you suffered. ”

Turoro asked Steve, "You said I was your son, so why did you abandon me in the first place?!"