10 crews filmed together, everyone grabbed the actors and screenwriters, and the excellent staff grabbed the venue, every day was a rush, not to mention how busy and anxious.

But everyone in the city seems to have a strong zest for life.

Even at night, it's a bustling city that doesn't make people feel miserable.

It seems that when you walk into this city, no amount of pain and depression will be infected by the emotions of many people and become happy.

Harlow followed the instructions given to him by the pharmacy clerk, and first went to the vicinity of Lanceville No. 1 Elementary School and invited a second-grader with lv.13 to go home with him after half a month of hard work.

The students with second-grade badges pinned to their uniforms looked a little smaller than Harlow.

The round face of the flesh makes him look very cute. But Harlow didn't have any urge to hug him or kiss him, and his heart was only filled with endless anxiety and anguish.

He was very happy that his father was saved, but what about his mother, what should his mother do?

At present, he did not know how much medical money was needed, and it weighed heavily on his body, making him uncomfortably breathless.

The person who invited him also looked cute and harmless, could he really help him save his mother?

Harlow couldn't believe it, but he didn't dare to question it.

He was so scared. People like him don't have any chance of trial and error.

If you hire the wrong person, your mother will die.

If he shows suspicion, and the other party really has the strength, then he may also die for angering the other party.

In that case, the chances of the mother surviving are even smaller.

Harlow's eyes were filled with confusion and horror.

Dean tried to comfort him, but didn't know how to speak.

It's probably also very clear that the way he looks now is not convincing.

He sat on the levitating train and pinched his fleshy cheeks with some distress.

The food at the school is so good, and there are too many food in the snack street outside the school.

He was a priest in the healing department, and he was relatively young, so he didn't need anyone to fight to the death.

If you get a little fatter, you can get a little fatter, and it doesn't affect anything!

But maybe it's because of his fat appearance that he doesn't look credible in the eyes of others.

Dean sighed in annoyance, completely unaware that the reason for the other party's distrust might be due to his age.

The minimum entry time for Lansvelly is 4 years old.

There are also talented students in the school who enter school at the age of 4 and skip a grade to the third grade at the age of 5.

Age is not the standard for measuring a person, strength is!

Dean felt that his second-year status as a student was completely convincing enough.

But in the eyes of a stranger like Harlow, who didn't know anything about Lanceville, Dean was just a child.

But he can only grasp Dean as a lifeline for now.

He had no choice.

Fortunately, Dean is still relatively reliable.

When he arrived at Harlow's house, he first checked on Harlow's father.

Use the healing skill to restore the man's physical condition a little before pouring the potion.

Soon Harlow's father woke up.

The man who has been tormented by illness for a long time can no longer see the appearance of the head of the family.

He was covered in worms in many places, pus and rotting flesh that made him look miserable.

Harlow's younger brother is still very young, and he can cook every day to maintain his and his parents' vital signs, and he is already very capable, and no matter how much he asks, he can't do it.

The tall, thin man with only one skin left groaned and woke up in pain.

It was a good sign that he finally stopped looking like an unconscious corpse.

But Harlow's joy was too late, and after a few seconds, a roar was heard outside.

A man rushed in with several men.

It happened to meet the weak gaze of Harlow's father.

The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, and then looked at the thin man next to him: "Didn't you say that he was dead?" ”

The thin man was also puzzled: "It should be dead!" ”

Yes, half a month ago, the potion that healed men cost 50 silver coins to buy.

After half a month, the man's injuries became even more serious, and the potion of 50 silver coins could only hang him.

How did the mortal situation suddenly change?

A group of people who burst in and talked about Harlow's father's death with a big grin.

They seem to have come today to confirm the man's death and rob the family's money.

But Harlow couldn't say anything to refute it.

Harlow clenched his fists so hard that even the man they were discussing lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

didn't rush in and snatch everything that could be snatched at the first time when the man was injured, he was already a kind gangster.

Kindness, haha, kindness!

Harlow wanted to laugh, but bitter tears flowed from his eyes.

The skinny brother shrank into Harlow's arms in fear, and Harlow hugged him and wept silently.

"Forget it, it's not far from death anyway, so let him close his eyes and die a little easier."

As he spoke, the younger brother next to him pulled out a rusty dagger and walked towards Harlow's father.

Harlow didn't resist, because he knew that the fate of his rebellion might be to die with his brother.

He just silently shed tears, sad and helpless as all this happened.

He couldn't do anything.

The only thing he was glad for was that he had temporarily deposited all the money he had earned in the past few days in Lanceville's digital bank.

If the thugs hadn't sold them, perhaps he would have taken his brother to Lansvelly to start a new life.

Dean was all too familiar with what was happening in front of him.

Once upon a time, Dean went through it all.

His father died, and his mother took him and his sister to roll up all the money in the family and tried to escape.

But it's still a step too late.

The thugs took away his mother, who was still young, and then sold him and his sister.

As a slave, he almost died.

Luckily, it was the day that Master Joshua bought them back.

The fate of him and his sister changed dramatically.

Dean's brain is quite good, he clearly remembers which city and where his home is.

After earning the money, he used to go home and see it.

That place has been destroyed by the Monster.

They couldn't find the gangsters who robbed their house and sold him and his sister, let alone his mother.

Dean thought countless times that if he went back to that time, he had the power he has now, what would he do?

He will no longer hold his sister helplessly, just crying and fear.

He'll must—

"Get out!"

Darkness-filled magic condenses tyrannical power on the pale staff.

Dean is a priest, but without the blessing of everything taught at Lanceville Elementary School, the curse skill, he can do it too.

Although it was the first time he had experienced such a thing, he faced such a gangster.

But every word, every tone, every subtle look, every movement, every trace of magic was as skillful as he had experienced countless times.

When the gangsters saw the child who was less than his waist and took out his wand, their first reaction was amusement.

But when they feel the magic surging around them, they can't laugh.

No one thought that Harlow would know a transcendent, and he would be such a young transcendent.

The thugs' lips and bodies began to tremble, and they subconsciously wanted to kneel and beg for mercy.

But Dean didn't give him that chance, and he applied the curse to them with one spell after another of the spell materials he had rehearsed countless times in his dreams.

"From now on, every step you take will have the pain of walking on the tip of the knife; Every dream of yours will be shrouded in nightmares; With every breath you take, you will feel the pain of your internal organs tearing......"

One vicious curse after another was thrown on the group, but Dean was not happy, his eyes filled with tears.

Why? He had thought countless times, why could this group of wicked people be so comfortable hurting others to gain benefits?

Their lives are lives, but aren't other people's lives their lives?

He thought of his mother again.

Although he was afraid, he also went to divinate his mother's whereabouts.

No result.

The divination did not fail, but it did not come to fruition.

He asked where is his mother now?

The result of divination is blank.

What was he thinking at that time?