Conquest

    At that time, she personally sent the baby to the old drunkard.

    Shaar is getting married, she runs away.

……

    "Since you are not coming to arrest me, why is that?"

    "I just came to see you…"

……

    "You just left?"

    "I just have to take a look at your kid and see how the old drunk is training. Your appearance has not disappointed me."

……

“……It must be recorded who your biological parents are…You, don't you want to check it out? ”

    "How about knowing? I don't know how! It’s confusing…"

……

    In vain! In vain!

    It’s already a mess, and how to pretend it is in vain!

    In fact, outside the city of Denzel City, she told herself that she personally handed herself over to the foster father and the old drunkard – at that time, Shaar had already begun to doubt.

    When she spoke to herself, the tone was always so gentle. It seemed that there was a natural affinity that infects Shaar's heart.

    In fact, when standing in the city government, when the woman used that quirky tone, she asked herself with a trembling voice: I want to know who my parents are.

    Shaar already guessed it.

    He said he didn't want to, just didn't want to admit it, didn't want to face it!

    He didn't want to face why the woman had to throw him into that chaotic world, why his mother would be so jealous that she would throw herself to an old drunkard.

    Is it because I am a Sacred City person?

    Is it because of the damn tradition of "inheritors"?

    But she is Saint Roland Garros, the legendary guardian of Sacred City. Is the supreme legendary guardian – as a guardian, can not fulfill a mother's responsibility?

    Such a mother, Shaar did not really want to recognize it! Don't want to admit it!

    He was very anxious to ask her with her face: Why do you want to throw me to someone? Is the responsibility of the shit Sacred City Guardian really above human nature? !

    Sacred City Guardian – Legendary Hero? !

    Ha!

    Even humanity is gone. Also what heroes!

    So Shaar said: "I don't want to know."

    In fact, his meaning is very simple: I don't want to recognize!

    This means that Saint Roland Garros understands that Shaar understands that she understands.

    But when Emperor Odin went to the mountain, Shaar couldn't help but stop her from fighting.

    Shaar repeatedly prevented Emperor Odin from going up the mountain, even though he was bruised and bruised, even though he knew it was not.

    At this moment, watching her sit under the collapsed palace. The face is calm and absolutely smiling…

    Watching Sol Hannigan's hand rise gently, it is about to fall, and she will take her life away…

    Listen to her last sentence.

    "The kid…He belongs with me.Son. ”

    MineSon…

    Son! !

……

    Ahhhhhhhh

    Shaar's eyes are red and roaring wildly. The whole body instantly burst into red flames, and the crazy one hit it!

    At this moment, he has completely erupted. Looking at the hand that Sol Hannigan is about to drop, he has only one thought in his heart!

    Rush over!

    Rush over! !

……

    A crisp. If the glass is broken. Shaar, who was full of red hair, leaped past, and the invisible barrier that had smashed his head was finally revealed, but it was broken!

    Several translucent cracks in the air bloom out, this space barrier. Finally, Shaar forcibly penetrated.

    His body seemed to solidify in the air, as if in a rapid shuttle.

    Shaar has smashed fire pitchfork crazy.

    He knew that he couldn't hurt Sol Hannigan.

    He even knew that he might not be able to stop Sol Hannigan.

    Yet. He must try!

    In the middle of the air, this is a stab. As if in the midst of it, one of the heartstrings in Shaar's heart ruptures lightly. As if in the midst of it, this world has been banned from one of his layers of shackles, silently collapsed.

    Sacred City is blue and blue.

    At this point the stars are gone…

    At this time the sun is shining…

    It seems that the sun shines on the shadows in the air, as if the fire pitchfork contains a little leisurely…

    This thorn is in the middle.

……

    Sol Hannigan was just a glimpse of it, then stared at it, and then became amazed!

    In the blink of an eye, Sol Hannigan's originally raised palms were withdrawn and his fingers flicked toward Shaar's fire pitchfork.

    The first bomb, empty!

    Sol Hannigan frowns!

    The second bomb, empty!

    Sol Hannigan raises his eyebrows!

    Even the third bomb!

    The fingertips finally slid over the fire pitchfork and penetrated into the red Crimson Rage Ki, but this time, Chi Yan did not melt!

    Fire pitchfork 嗡嗡 shocked, Sol Hannigan's fingertips followed the fire pitchfork, Shaar's body is still shaking forward, but still moving forward!

    With a bang, fire pitchfork stabbed Sol Hannigan's arm, but the meat was not three points, and Sol Hannigan finally moved.

    At the next moment, Shaar had already landed on the ground, and the fire pitchfork got out of the sky and fell into the foot of Sol Hannigan when it fell.

    Shaar was kneeling beside Saint Roland Garros, and there was blood in his mouth. On the arm that was holding the fire pitchfork, the flesh was broken and no one was intact!

    He is in a chaotic atmosphere, calling like a gossamer, spitting like a bellows, as if hiding a thunder in his chest, lingering!

    Saint Roland Garros looked horrified and tried to reach out to Shaar with his teeth, but the arm was lifted and softly dropped, and he couldn't help but look at Sol Hannigan.

    Emperor Odin seemed to be stunned at the moment. He looked down at the fresh wound on his arm, and the blood ran slowly. This thorn, though not deep, was not heavy, but it was real. In the stab yourself!

    The slight pain of the skin is so sharp and clear!

    Finally, he looked up. I looked at Shaar, who was kneeling on the ground, and said that she couldn't endless surprises. Then she found Shaar's chest ups and downs, and her breath was almost like a crash. Sol Hannigan just went up. One hand shot on Shaar's chest.

    Waves

    Shaar opened his mouth and squirted blood! This situation is very scary, it seems that he has to spray all his blood!

    After a few more mouthfuls, his breath finally calmed down, and then he coughed up violently, but his face resumed a bit of alive.

    Sol Hannigan squinted and looked at Saint Roland Garros.

    "I believe now, he is indeed your son."

    He looked at Shaar again. Whispered: "Just this thorn, very good!"

    Shaar shook his head. He had no strength to speak, but he tried to use the shaking hand. Hold the hand of Saint Roland Garros tightly.

    The touch was cold, and Saint Roland Garros's hand was like a piece of ice, and there was no other enthusiasm.

    "Actually, you don't have to be so desperate."

    The gentle voice made Shaar suddenly hot.

    Actually I understand what you think. ”

    Shaar finally began to cry, he looked up and looked at the woman in front of him.

    Actually I have always been very sorry, I always feel sorry for you. ”

    Actually I always miss you very much, I always think about it. ”

    Actually I am not indifferent. I handed you over to the guy, just wanting you to escape the sky. ”

    "Actually, I also have my selfishness. I hope my son can live in a free world, even if he never recognizes me."

    "Actually, I regret that I went to see you, and I regret that I dragged you into this whirlpool again."

    Shaar slammed her hand, and it was very tight and tight, too hard, and he was shaking all over.

    "I am sorry, I saw you so late. Sorry, let you know this late. Also, sorry, because…"Saint Roland Garros has a bitter smile on his lips: "Let you see me leaving me like this, I just want to tell you that this is my own choice, the power of the magic array backtracking, although it helped me break through the power of imprisonment, But the price is my life. I always have to pay for the power. I don't regret it, and I am very satisfied. At least I have a lifetime and I can understand the realm of Da Yuan. You don't have to avenge Sol, it's not that he killed me, it's my own choice. ”

    She suddenly took a deep breath and looked at Shaar's eyes.

“……You have the same eyes as your father. ”Saint Roland Garros's tone is more and more gentle, and his eyes are more peaceful. "He is a very good person. He likes to read books. He likes to sit in the yard in the afternoon and enjoy the sun. He likes to be calm and free. He likes to say that even I can't listen. I don’t understand, it’s not a funny joke."

    Speaking, she seemed to sigh and sigh: "He is a very ordinary and mediocre person living in Sacred City. There are not many people in Sacred City. He has no talent in learning Wu, he has no talent in learning magic, and he likes to read books. Bathing, there are always some fantastic ideas in my mind. He has few friends in Sacred City…But I always think that he is the best man in the world. ”

    "I am sorry that you have not seen him…Although he is a very ordinary person, he has never done anything earth-shattering in his life, so he lived so ordinary, and then died of ordinary illness, but I hope you remember that you used to have a good father because…Sending you out of Sacred City was originally his idea. ”

    "You laugh a lot like him. When you are angry and frown, it is also like him. Even when you are unreasonable, the tone of speech is very similar to him."Saint Roland Garros finally raised her hand slowly – this action seemed to exhaust her whole body, and when the palm fell slowly on Shaar's face, the woman's eyes, the glory of one point Regressed…

    Her fingers gently stroked the tears in the corners of Shaar's eyes. Suddenly, it was like the thousands of absolute mothers in the world, whispering; "You hurt so much on your body…Does it hurt? ”

    "No pain."Shaar bit his teeth and finally said a word. At the moment, Shaar, his voice is like a young child, sobbing, as if with a trace of childishness, a trace of sorrow!

    His voice was shaking, gently, gently pleading: "You…Can you not die? You don't want to die…good or not? ”

    "Very, sorry…Your request, I really can't really do it…"

    There is no sound here.

    (To be continued)

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