1）

On the afternoon of August 29, 634 in the dragon calendar, at 0418, King Magician Street, Aslant City, was dilapidated.

Lan Li's eyes moistened, and she looked at Tank and Myron, who were covered in bandages with compassion and anger, and all she could see from them was despair and helplessness. The two just sat helplessly in front of the broken door, with the tears of the eldest husband in front of them, silent.

Shecher is no longer calm, and her inner composure has been washed away by anger. Now, his team is so embarrassed, thanks to whom, for the sake of his companions, he is bound to double the reward. Lan Li still didn't speak, and the bean-sized tears slid down her cheeks against the bleak wind, crystal clear but bitter.

"Who did that?!" Shecher shouted loudly to the two men. They are now like relatives, and if they hurt them, they are enemies.

Tank, perhaps waiting for this, whispered, "After you left, Yuk came here with a team of magicians to find fault, and it was only me and Myron who were present, but they were seriously injured when they couldn't reach them, and almost the entire house was destroyed by them..." The crowd watched and was indignant. The Ghost family's bully status here has caused more and more dissatisfaction among people, and it is really hateful to attack while the key forces in the group are not there.

"Despicable!" Scher let out an angry roar for the first time, and his strength surged through his body again, and if it hadn't been for the others to stop him, he would have rushed towards Yuk's house. And this must be a matter of time. It's just that everyone advised him not to act recklessly, and although he is superior in magic, he may not be able to defeat a group of despicable villains.

"It can be seen that the two of them are not injured, it can be seen that they defeated the two people who are fighting, from this point of view, the cold eye team will return to its previous position is just around the corner, and Yu Ke actually violated us at this time, one person goes, he will definitely fall for their tricks, please go to rest for one night first, tomorrow our whole group will go to ask for an explanation, maybe we can destroy his prestige." "Strategist," said Salmoni.

"Yes, please hold a dust washing banquet tonight, one for the two of you to return successfully, the second for tomorrow's crusade, and the third for the peace of the tank and Myron's wounds, tomorrow, it's not too late. The crowd responded to the offer.

But Scher's anger is still difficult to subside, it seems that he can be violated, but his companions, the cold-eyed team, will not show weakness to the outside world. Lan Li didn't say a word about it the whole time, tears rolling down her cheeks, and she kept apologizing to the tank. Tank held back the pain and comforted her, but the fault was not her.

The two of them who had just finished a battle were immediately rekindled, and perhaps, tomorrow would be the time when the cold-eyed group returned to the limelight.

Tank and Myron were supported, and everyone came to his house with Salmoni and used it as a makeshift center. He, his wife, and the group's known gourmand Krina Kelon were busy setting up dinners.

Shecher sat down, bowed his head, and seemed to be calm, but in his heart, it was always difficult to be calm, and he thought that if he did not take revenge, he would never be calm. From the voices of everyone, he vaguely knew the specific location of Youke's house.

When others looked at him and saw that his will was one with them, they knew that this group would indeed grow stronger and more trusted under him. The youthful appearance, the composure and calmness are outrageous, but at this time, it is so real to let people know how worthy of entrusting him is to be his partner. And he knew his destination, he must not wait for tomorrow, his blood was burning, boiling, and the blood of the Fire Clan was calling him.

Lan Li wiped the tears from her cheeks weakly, and for two years, she had been running this declining group in a reluctant manner. Many people could not bear the humiliation and chose to quit, only to face even greater humiliation. She looked at him, wondering if she could completely rely on him to end this end-of-life silence, but she still felt that he was reliable, and what she had to wait for was still the man called "Cold Eye".

The dinner was soon ready.

The food was delicious, twice as good as the previous feast, but it was still not up to the plate. Only Tank and Myron, who began to smile reluctantly, greeted everyone with a good meal, because they understood that they would always be part of this group, and everyone needed a spirit at this moment, because they knew that this group of reliable people would take revenge on the past humiliation.

Under the urging, everyone began to enjoy this delicious meal, and they also resumed their previous laughter. Only joy is for them, and they will laugh at all difficulties. Besides, they have the power of Shecher and Lan Li, "There is no difficulty that can stop the cold eye group", this sentence, cold eye said.

In an instant, the battle between the men over wine began again.

Lan Li was still silent, not satisfied that she was not strong enough, and there was still a trace of cowardice in her soul.

"Here, drink it!" said Shecher, handing over a freshly poured beer, as if to a man, though she looked weak.

She took the cup sluggishly and looked at it, still not knowing what to do.

"Is this a cold-eyed woman?!" he said, trying to stir up her inner self. He didn't even talk about "Master" anymore, but in fact they were the same age.

He picked up another glass of wine for himself.

Lan Li burst out laughing. "Hey, don't force yourself!" The boldness of drinking it all added to the bitterness, she thought, Cold Eyes would not let her drink too much, and she would not drink a lot of wine herself.

Shecher laughed, and the others laughed when they saw this, some because of Lanley, some because of Shecher's way of solving. However, it is all sincere.

Shecher raised her glass, drank it down, and sat down adrift.

And then without stopping, the bottles were opened and people were poured.

The two begin to tell their story in Langxton in a daze. Shecher was already drunk and didn't have much to drink, but after drinking a few of them, she began to brag about how quickly he had killed the two men. There was envy and mockery.

Shecher already knew that even if he didn't remember anything, someone would tell him, and it was his duty to be reassured about it.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, the drunk were sent back by the sober ones, while Shecher, Lanley, and Tank were left here, and there was plenty of room for the three to stay. That place, now I can't go back, and when I go back, it's just hatred.

2）

The night, once again without any scruples, went deeper, and the next day's bell was about to ring.

The young man staggered to his feet, it was the first time he had drunk so much wine, and when he woke up so quickly, it seemed that the amount of alcohol was okay. He lit a little light on his fingers, found the bathroom, and vomited everything he could, feeling hearty and happy again.

He finally made up his mind to walk out, slowly, not wanting to wake anyone up, as if it was just his own business. He was greeted by a pitch black outside the door, and the sky was gloomy, blocking out the moonlight. There was a rattle, and the owl of the night, like him, was looking for his own light, but he seemed to have a hard time controlling his reason.

Not far away, the dilapidated pavilion hung the iron plate of 0418 diagonally, and his light source illuminated it, grief accumulated in his heart, and a tear of remorse fell from his left eye. If he was a newcomer, he shouldn't have such a strong sense of pity, thinking about it like this, he should have accumulated gratitude for the cold eye care. Tears fell from the left eye, not bright, but you could feel an unexpected sadness, or a concrete coldness. His right eye, however, was not so sad that it was brightening, and he could see it clearly even in the darkness of the night, and that red, breathtaking light, in contrast to his left, made the air scorching and hot.

At that most dazzling moment, the gentle demonic light that shrouded him disappeared.

The young man also disappeared, and only a little firelight could be seen moving rapidly into the distance, and the place where the firelight reached brought terror, destruction, a person's coldness and love, and the two ultimate sensory torments of nature.

The existence of the Avengers is the driving force behind the immortality of this world. It's like only a battle between a wolf and a sheep that skill keeps them all alive.

Half an hour has passed, and everything that happened in this world will eventually be revealed, but this revenge, so resolute and cruel, has disappeared from the mind of the avenger forever.

Yes, he returned to where he was supposed to be and lay down quietly as if nothing had happened. Now in his mind, as if nothing had happened, the past half an hour, is just a blank, even if he traces his dreams, nothing exists, that memory, erased by the secrets of the wizarding world.

No one can think of anyone who could do such a thing.

Only half cold, half ash.

Then, at last, the gloomy sky was angry, and a heavy rain washed away the darkness, and the accompanying dawn was creeping in.

Human beings have always been two-sided, and there is one side, which will always be covered. The other side of the man who will change the world is thus covered in the past.

This secret does not belong to anyone.