The sinful soul is gone, and now, it's time to say goodbye to your best friend.

Enduring the great pain all over his body, Qi Lang slowly paced towards Ouwu. The two little fat brothers, Atsa and Awana, had already run out at some point, and were following Lu Huan with tears streaming down their eyes at the moment, handing over the hemostatic bandages, ointments and other items one after another. And the little miracle doctor had long since lost his former demeanor, and his body was trembling incessantly, and he even dropped the black and slimy medicine to the ground two or three times.

"You...... You...... You hold on, Ao ...... Oh U! I'm ...... I'll be able to heal you. The excessive nervousness actually made Lu Huan's old problem of stammering come back again. His tears were string after string, as if his identity was no longer that of a tried and tested healer, but of a clumsy child.

Owu's eyes dimmed little by little like a kerosene lamp that was about to run out of oil, but when he saw his good friend walking towards him after completing his mission, he still didn't admit defeat.

"Let me go, little stammer. ”

He pushed Lu Yan to the buttocks and gasped heavily, as if he was struggling to sit up. But Ou Wu couldn't sit up at all, and just pushing Lu Huan away had already consumed all his strength.

"Did you see that, Owu?" Qi Lang snatched it up, smiled reluctantly, and sat down next to Owu leaning over: "I killed him, the dreaded king didn't brag, I did it." ”

Ao Wu was also smiling innocently, allowing Qi Lang to stretch out his arm and lift his already stiff body: "I see it, my friend." He struggled to raise his fist: "I guess you saw my moment too - Ou Wu flattened the nose of an enemy, and the descendants of Gondwana never said big things. ”

The sour feeling suddenly rushed to Qi Lang's nasal cavity, forcing him to open his mouth to be able to keep breathing smoothly.

"Don't speak, Owu, don't talk...... You need to rest. ”

Qi Lang took the ointment from Lu Huan's hand, nodded to the little brothers, and motioned for them to step aside and stay with all the soldiers who couldn't control their emotions. Ou Wu never likes to see people crying, and Qi Lang knows this very well. He gently pressed the ointment against Owu's wound, but the black plaster was washed away by blood in the blink of an eye.

"You're going to be fine, Owu, you're going to be fine......"

When Qi Lang said this, he didn't know if he was trying to cheat on his best friend or simply trying to cheat on himself.

Owu grinned, just as he had ever heard Qi Lang tell a lame joke, smiling with good-natured kindness.

"yes, I'll be fine...... I hope you do the same. ”

Qi Lang carefully handled Ou's wounds. He was like a bloody man, covered in wounds, so Qi Lang had to deal with them very carefully, and even though Ou Wu seemed to have lost his pain, Qi Lang still had to take his movements lightly.

Aunt Dong was holding Xiao Jila and walking over here. She obviously hoped that the ignorant little creature would be able to stay with Owudo for a while, as it would be his last close encounter with his godfather. Lady Dong has a special sensitivity to the breath of all living beings, and she must have discovered that Ao Wu is losing his warrior breath.

"You asked me the other day what I saw in the illusion," Owu saw little Jira's approach out of the corner of his eye, but at this moment he still left time for his best friend, "Do you still want to know what it is?"

Qi Lang couldn't shake his head, because that would make the tears flow out of his mind. And he couldn't allow himself to cry, especially in front of Owu.

"If you want to say anything, I want to hear everything. ”

Owu raised his eyes and turned his gaze to the sword of victory. The holy sword had dimmed, and the soft silver light was completely retracted, as if it was grieving for its fateful master.

"There was a man there who told me the true meaning of victory. It was a day of good luck...... Otherwise, I will never truly own the sword of victory, and I will never be able to be its true master. There was sadness in Ouwu's eyes, but he shouldn't be grieving for his imminent death, Qi Lang could hear that he was grieving for that person. Just like Qi Lang met his grandfather who he had never met in that illusion, the person Ao Wu met must also be someone very important to him.

"What is that? What is the true meaning of victory?"

There was a hint of pride in Owu's smile: "That's a sacrifice ......"

Qi Lang struggled to keep his eyes open, and the Ao Wu in front of him became blurry for a moment—it was the effect of tears spreading evenly in his eye sockets.

"That is the fate of Owu Singh Jayarahman. He said, "From that moment on, I have accepted this fate, and you, my friend, you know it a little late, but I am sure you can accept it." As I hoped, you'll be okay and we'll all be okay...... All we need is to wait quietly for time to pass......"

Just three or five meters away, Aunt Dong put the little Jila on the ground, and the little guy staggered up on his own. His little baby-fat face was still full of smiles, as if he didn't realize that he had lost his mother forever, and that the godfather he had the most contact with was now going to be gone.

Ou Wu stretched out his palm to Xiao Ji, Qi Lang had never seen Ao Wu's arm so weak, but at the same time, he felt that the arm still seemed to be indestructible.

"What a sin, I have not kept my promise...... "Owu's eyes looked at Little Jira softly, "I promised Qingguo, I will write down Little Jira's full name, in Middle-earth and Barbarian, and now it seems that this headache task can only be transferred to you." ”

Little Jira had already pulled Ouna's rough fingers, and the contrast between the pink chubby hands and the brown-black scarred fingers was stark.

"Dad. ”

It was a title that Ou had repeatedly taught but had always been rejected by Little Jira, and this time, he finally got it right, pronounced accurately, and pronounced words clearly.

Ao Wu seemed to have melted, and although he repeatedly claimed that he hated tears, Qi Lang could clearly see that at this moment, tears were already flashing in the corners of Ao Wu's eyes.

"Very well, you're awesome, little Jira. Owu's voice became softer, "Be sure to memorize that word, because you have a hundred dads here, and eight or nine moms, and I promise you'll use them every day." ”

"Dad. Little Jira laughed and kept moving Owu's arm, presumably trying to climb up Owu's neck as before. Qi Lang hurriedly picked him up and put him on his neck, so the little naughty finally quieted down.

"Father Owu is going to see his grandfather, and you must listen to the king. Ou Wu's voice became lower and lower, and his breathing became more and more rapid, and Qi Lang had to work harder to make him sit up straighter in order to reduce the level of pain.

"It's just a pity that Gurff's coward isn't here. "But you're going to tell him about my performance, right?" Let him be envious of it, and jealous of it. That, he's always wanted to find out about me, and he's always wanted to know my grandfather's mysterious identity. I think I need to ask you to tell him my details. ”

Qi Lang nodded bitterly. Ao Wu made any request now, Qi Lang would meet it, and Qi Lang's only request, Ao Wu could not meet - he hoped that Ao Wu would get better, be able to stand up straight, wheel the sword of victory, and perform another tiger roar trick to show himself, but Ao Wu would never be able to meet this simple request.

"I saw him, and it was in that Stone Illusion that I met my grandfather. Owu's eyes almost couldn't open, "God knows how much I hate him." It was he who left the Gondwana Peninsula in the first place. Because he hit me, he beat me hard. It's ridiculous, I just made a small request, I just wanted to be like him, to become a female trainer, and he beat up his grandson, who was dependent on him. ”

"But I found out later. I don't really hate him. The wrinkles on Owu's forehead that had grown prematurely unfolded. It is said that when people are dying, the wrinkles on their faces will be relaxed, just like Owu at the moment, and it seems that he is really about to die.

"I actually just hated myself because I never had a chance to show him how much I wanted to be his pride......"

Qi Lang shook Ouwu's palm vigorously: "You have become his pride, Ouwu." I assure you, you are his greatest pride. ”

Ao Wu smiled faintly: "You know how many times you have teased me, so I won't believe your words." Now, I'm going to see him soon, and that means I'm going to hear the real answer. ”

"That's no different from what I said. Qi Lang forced himself to show the same smile: "Do you have anything else to say, is there anything else you can't rest assured?"

"Except for you, there is only one thing left. Owu's voice became almost inaudible, "Leo, there is a chance to send it back to the Psychedelic Pool for me, having lost its fateful companion, it is no longer a warrior, and it should go back to rest." ”

"I will. ”

Owu's eyes closed slowly, and the last breath of his breath merged into a very low-pitched mutter—it was supposed to be a Gondwana folk song, pious, calm, and peaceful.

"The river of time flows forever, soothes pain, relieves sorrow, disillusions and glory, which is long, and prays to the gods, the road is immortal......"

Slowly lowering the sturdy body, Qi Lang also leaned into Ou Wu's ear, and whispered: "We will meet, Ou Singh Jayaraman, Sergeant of the Hope Legion, the best friend of Qi Lang, the king of Zonghao......"

(End of Volume 6)

Press: The character of Ao Wu poured a lot of effort into it, and he was quite entangled in his heart when he waved goodbye, but in the end he gritted his teeth and wrote according to the original plan - fate is like this, and it is probably more appropriate to interpret this brave man who never opens his heart with a tragic ending. But as the title of this chapter suggests, friends will eventually meet again, at the end of the book (no more fucking things, the next one will definitely be more comfortable).

And again: There are only two volumes left in this book as planned, and it will be put on the shelves soon. Originally, it was planned to release only the last chapter, and in addition to gaining valuable experience on the shelves, it would save the only 300 friends from breaking the bank, but this idea was rejected by the editors as soon as it was proposed. There's no way, a newcomer, there is no consideration in making a decision, and you should slap your mouth.

The next volume is about to enter the paid chapter, but there are only more than 100 chapters left, more than 300,000 words, and it doesn't cost about 10 yuan (?), I hope you will give me, thank you!

A little spoiler: the next volume is about to solve a deeply hidden conspiracy, and the key sentence is: "If there is any god, he will have to ask for my forgiveness!" This phrase has appeared once and a half before, involving a great power in the darkness of another.

And this sentence was copied by me.

It originally came from the Mauthausen-Goussen concentration camp during World War II, and was carved into the wall by a Jewish prisoner - If-there-is-a-god, he-will-have-to-beg-my-forgiveness! In addition, there are a lot of plagiarism in this article, so let's find a chance to repent one by one after finishing the book)

May God bless him and that poor group. RIP...