Wendy?

The incomparably familiar name was like a cold hand pinching Ivan's heart, and he trembled and involuntarily held his breath. (144 books!) , pop-ups

"If you don't come sooner or later, why are you ...... at this time" Whitebeard Nome quickened his pace, his short calves could swing so fast in the thick snow, "What are you doing here?"

Noam's pace slowed down, and the wide-eyed black eyes led to the Alliance 256

The hunters gathered around Ivan did not lay down their weapons, and when they saw Old Man Noem, who was running alone, talking like an acquaintance, they all looked stunned, but they remained on guard. They soon noticed that the old Noam, whom they didn't know, was talking to Ivan, and for a moment many surprised eyes fell on Ivan.

But Ivan felt that his throat was so dry that he couldn't even speak, and a complicated feeling instantly welled up in his heart. Wendy, is that old man Nome referring to his mother, Wendy, his mother, who is dead......

"You know Wendy?"

Aisha lowered her gun first, and raised her hand to signal the hunters to get out of the way. "Do you mean Lady Wendy Yafel?" Ashia's tone was full of surprise, "Then you must know Mr. Lockond, I am sorry, we have no intention of harming this child, we are here to find Mr. Lockond, but, passing through the Foggy Valley, I don't know what happened, someone attacked us-"

"I'm Lockevonde. Whitebeard Noam picked up his spear suspiciously and interrupted her coldly, "Who are you?"

The Nome people like to refer to the underground tunnels as "snake caves".

Their underground tunnels are always winding and twisting, as if they were dug to make the people inside confused and trapped inside. The Nome have a good sense of direction. An underground warehouse in the "Snake Cave" has long been emptied, and a bright bonfire is lit in the middle of the empty cavern that looks like a hall. On one side of the hall are empty wooden shelves and empty wooden boxes. Ivan, Esia, and the four hunters sat around a low, empty wooden crate with a jug of boiling water and a few croissants, and a large pile of toasted hot bread in an oak barrel.

"What did you say?"

Lockonde's clenched horn shook, hot water splashed on the back of his rough hand, but he didn't seem to feel hot at all, "What do you mean Wendy is gone?"

Ivan turned his head away from the round, black eyes. It's hard enough for him to admit it. When Lockevon heard that Ivan was Wendy's child, he kept asking where Wendy was, and the questioning was as uncomfortable as a brutal interrogation. Ivan's appearance is very similar to Wendy's, especially the blue eyes, and at this time he took off his hat, revealing that he inherited from his father's own refutation of the 1k emperor 1k Huang Lu Tong ?br

"Mr. Lo, Mr. Lockvonde...... This, please, please listen to me explain it to you slowly!" said Aisha hurriedly. However, Lockeonde's gaze was fixed on Ivan, his eyes bloodshot.

"Win, Lady Wendy Yafel was killed by demons......" Esher's voice was a little lacking, she clenched her fists to add some courage to herself, "Yes, I'm sorry! I'm sorry......"

"That bastard doesn't skip words. Lockonde raised his voice abruptly, and in the shadowy crypt, it was as if a strong wind swept across the valley, echoing with his bell-like roar, startling several hunters to move.

"Where's that bastard?"

"Mr. John...... He's done his best...... He wasn't ...... at the time," Aisha's voice looked particularly aggrieved.

"I don't need you to speak for him!" Lockephonde threw the horn cup in his hand to the ground, the hot water splashed, and the horn cup made a crisp cracking sound. He stepped on the low wooden box and raised his large, calloused hand to grab Ivan's leather coat.

Ivan gasped. He was dragged by Lockephonde like this, so he had to lower his head, and his face that resembled Wendy was only a dozen centimeters away from Lockevonde's wrinkled old face. Hunter hurriedly picked up the wooden bucket for bread and the copper kettle for boiling water, and retreated to Stone. Stone had just bandaged the wound on his shoulder and was resting against the wooden frame, when he couldn't help but straighten up, looking like Mu Ang facing a great enemy.

Ivan looked at Lockevonde's eyes that were about to crack. Old Noam's eyes were already red, as if he would be in tears the next moment, and a handful of white beards trembled violently. Ivan couldn't shake off Lockevonde's hand, and he couldn't help but think back to the feeling of the world falling apart four years ago when he learned of his mother's murder.

"That bastard...... John Yafel drops the Wizard Alliance 256

"It's not!"

Lockevonde's questioning made Ivan's heart beat to a halt, and he had never been more eager to avoid anyone's gaze than he was now. He really couldn't stand it! Lockevonde's gaze seemed to peel off the wounds hidden in his heart, his remorse, his guilt, his irreparable regrets, which could not escape the revelation -

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