Yoda coughed twice.

"I can't do it anymore, I can't recover from my shoulder injury in a few months. ”

"It's that I'm not thinking it through. Crohn nodded in understanding.

Garon groaned.

"I also need to recuperate, so I can't do it right away, and even if I do it now, I'm no match for Amsara. Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that Dark Sharo's martial arts have reached the peak level. ”

The atmosphere in the room was also silent for a while.

Crohn sighed and waved the soldier to open the door, and several maids immediately served breakfast, a light blue strip of bread with some apple slices, a large piece of pineapple, and a glass of red drink of unknown ingredients, still bubbling.

Everyone didn't say much, and got up quietly eating breakfast, only the sound of knives and forks colliding from time to time on the table.

Garon ate quietly, and at the same time, he was carefully estimating the strength of Amunsara and the recovery time he needed from his injuries.

"Dark Sharo has been working hard to get the Golden Sword Seat, and he is obviously certain of it. I wonder how much a few of you know about Dark Sharo before?" Crohn asked in a low voice.

Garon was the first to shake his head, indicating that he didn't know anything.

Su Lin also shook his head, but just looked at the eight-armed dragon king Yoda.

Yoda had a thick bandage on his shoulders, and one hand quickly took the food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Don't look at me, I don't know very well, Dark Sharo himself is a master of the same era as me, what kind of organization he joined or established later, I have only heard about it for a long time. ”

Although I know that what he said is completely unreliable. It's not that I don't know, it's just that I don't want to, but Su Lin and the others are not easy to force.

Garon finished his drink in one gulp. Gently lay down the cup.

"Actually, no matter what purpose Amsara has, no matter what ruins he goes, there's no way he really won't come out. When he came out of the ruins, he knew what he was asking for. Now what we have to do is think about how to deal with him. So many people were all defeated by him before, if you do it again, relying on the strength here, do you think you can really resist him?"

Say it out. Several people were silent.

Only the newcomer, Lieutenant General Lannie, frowned.

Garon shook his head.

"I'm just a pure martial artist, so I don't mix so much, when did I think of how to deal with Dark Saros. Surin, just tell me. I've got to go down and recover. No matter what Jihua, now everyone is injured, and if you can't take care of anything, it's useless. Excuse me. ”

He stood up, turned and pushed the door open.

Walking down the red-carpeted corridor where the guards were guarded, Garon made a beeline out of the small building.

Outside, it was already getting bright. From time to time, small patrol motorcycles came from a distance.

The originally empty grounds of the manor. There are yellow uniformed guards patrolling and guarding everywhere, temporary security fortifications have been erected in the corners of some easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack places, and there are guards standing guard and patrolling everywhere in the surrounding buildings and on the roofs of buildings.

The entire estate was turned into a large barracks overnight.

Garon took a deep breath, the air still smelling of gunsmoke and blood from yesterday's fierce battle.

Striding towards the lake outside the manor, he planned to take a good rest, take a swim to relax.

Suddenly, a guard ran quickly not far away. With a yellow steel helmet, run in front of him. Snap and salute.

"Mr. Garon, there is a little boy outside the manor who said he was looking for you, and he refused to leave. ”

"Little boy?" Garon suddenly remembered the snot boy he had met around the eight-armed dragon king's residence. "Could it be him?"

"Thanks for the notice, please take me to see it. ”

“haode。 Please follow me. The guard nodded and turned, trotting toward the manor gate.

Garon followed quickly, not slowly, his one step was equivalent to the distance of two or three steps of a guard, and it seemed to be a leisurely step, but in fact the speed was not slow.

Soon, through the thick defensive lines, Garon saw the little boy with a runny nose in a makeshift guardhouse set up on the right side of the door.

The boy was pale, and his arms were swollen to the point that they were almost twice as large. It was like two arms of a grown man, dressed in a sleeveless gray linen coat, with messy hair that looked like a chicken coop.

As soon as Garon entered the door, he recognized him as the little guy who was shouting to learn how to fight with him. But what made him speechless was that this kid was still dragging a drag oil bottle behind him, a petite cute little girl.

The moment he saw the little girl, Garon's eyes narrowed suddenly.

The atmosphere in the entire guard room instantly became dull, and a terrifying sense of oppression permeated everyone's heads like a dark cloud. It was as if the sky was about to fall.

Not only the little boy, but even the two guards supervising on the side were trembling, and almost didn't immediately draw their guns to guard them.

This is the powerful sense of oppression that the spirit has on any living being, and it is the instinctive fear of danger and natural predators.

The little boy trembled, his face became paler and paler, and his chapped lips were almost oozing blood.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Garon sat upright in his chair, looking down at the little boy and girl indifferently, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

But the strange thing is that when everyone was trembling in fear, the beautiful little girl's original expression of pity suddenly changed, from fear and panic to calm and cunning, and a trace of surprise flashed on her face.

"How did you find me?" she said, her voice crisp and soft, like a bird's call.

"It seems that you were the one who gave him the pointers" Garon didn't answer directly, staring at the little girl closely, "I'll just say when a little guy can actually see my strength." I'm still pretending to be young when I'm old, and it's the first time I've seen a warrior like you. ”

"Stinky boy, what do you mean by a lot of age!?" the little girl's eyes changed, and she suddenly felt like she had been poked in the sore spot. "Don't you know what it means to respect the old and love the young!? If it weren't for the fact that this kid is not suitable to inherit my martial arts, do you think I would specifically let him find you?!"

As soon as the little girl spoke, she was immediately startled by several guards around her. He quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it at her.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a master of practicing special martial arts. Garon raised his hand, telling all the guards not to get excited. "Go out first. I'll talk to them about it. ”

"I'm sorry, but we have to supervise the whole process for unknown foreign figures, this is the supreme order of Lieutenant General Lannie!" a lieutenant said calmly as he walked through the door. "Mr. Garon, please don't make it difficult for me to wait. As soon as he entered the door, he felt a strange sense of danger stimulated his hair to stand on end, and his hand unconsciously pressed to the hilt of the gun at his waist. His eyes were fixed on the strange little girl.

Garon's gaze panned. Fall on this young male lieutenant.

"Okay, I understand your difficulties. Then let's go out and talk. ”

He jerked back his breath, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Stand up. He walked straight out of the guardhouse and towards a grove outside the manor.

The boy was followed by the little girl, and the three of them quickly disappeared into the forest.

Walk quickly through the woods for a distance until no one notices. Garon turned around and stopped.

"Say it. Who the hell are you and what is your purpose. Garon looked faintly at the little girl behind him.

This little girl, who looks pink and cute, and is only eight or nine years old, gives him the feeling that an old monster has entered the body of a child, and she will definitely not be an ordinary martial artist.

The other party was no more than waist high, wearing a somewhat shabby jujube red strap skirt, with straight and smooth reddish-brown shawl hair, and flat horizontal bangs on his forehead. The lower body wears thick black cotton socks and small red leather boots. The skin is as smooth as snow, and a pair of large burgundy eyes are sparkling.

Walk in the woods with thick deciduous leaves. Jumping and jumping, the long hair moves with each other, giving people a pure and lovely feeling. If it weren't for the hint of cunning and sophistication on her pink little face, I guess no one would think there was a problem.

But since Garon entered the martial arts, he has rarely looked at people only by their appearance.

"What the hell is your purpose?"

He looked at the strange little girl quietly.

"You can call me Celine, my purpose is simple. It is for you to take Irudath as a disciple. The little girl Celine stopped talking nonsense and was blunt. "Originally, I didn't plan to expose it, but to be on the safe side, I thought it would be better to be open and honest so as not to have an impact in the future. ”

Garon glanced at the bewildered little boy who followed behind.

"I've heard that there are similar secret martial arts in the secret martial arts world that shrink their body size and reduce the loss of essence to prolong their lifespan, but I didn't expect to be able to see such an example. ”

"It's good to know how good my old man is. The little girl raised her chin proudly, "My old man originally planned to take him as an apprentice himself, but my martial arts are completely inconsistent with him, and when I saw you go to Yoda's residence that day, I just found that your martial arts style is actually very in line with the character of the little one." And most importantly, this little guy of Irudath looks like he's going to follow you! he's really stupid enough to train according to your orders!"

She also showed a bit of a headache at this time.

"I've just seen the strength of Darksaro, which is rumored to be the pinnacle of the previous generation. I don't know what your strength is. Garon digressed the subject and said lightly. A strong and terrifying aura slowly began to condense in his body.

A large amount of energy surrounded him, invisibly condensed into a giant elephant phantom.

There was no roar, no movement, just the giant elephant silently enveloped Garon, standing there, his eyes seemed to be filled with a terrifying bloody light.

An invisible pressure suddenly pressed on the little girl Celine's body.

"Dark Sharo, you've actually seen him already?" Celine was surprised, her small body flipped upside down and jumped away, and she easily avoided Garon's aura suppression.

Garon's eyes shrank, the other party actually avoided his aura suppression so easily, and did not confront him head-on, obviously not an ordinary character. A martial artist who can accurately sense the speed and range of qi suppression, at least is a martial artist with his own courage.

He slowly raised his right hand and was about to start fighting.

"Don't be nervous! It's not your style to bully children at every turn, right? If it is spread that the heavenly general of the Nantian Holy Fist Sect actually bullies a little girl who is only seven years old, woo" Celine immediately changed her face, her eyes welled up with tears, and then she pulled the clothes on her shoulders down, revealing her white jade-like shoulders and tearing her throat. "Strong!"

Syllable!

Garon's face twitched and rushed over to cover her little mouth. (To be continued......)