One Eyed Monster

Every time Qiliu recalled that moment, his eyes would be moist, even the moment he had just followed Stanthor all the way to the top of the mountain.

That was one of the important reasons why he chose to retract his hands.

There was no suspense in that fight, but people always have unexpected power when they erupt, and Dastan should have erupted at that time.

The reason for his outbreak is largely due to the fetters of the family, in order to protect his young patriarch, he can abandon everything.

Dastan, he himself gave up everything for his family.

This kind of abandoning spirit is not something everyone can do, Qi Liu can't do it.

"Young patriarch, the glory of the Thor family still needs you to resist. You are more important than anyone. You have to keep going." Dastan, who was struggling to strike, persuaded Stanthor, who had already fallen behind.

Moon’s incompleteness was too exhausting, and Stanthor’s hands were shaking. He knew that he could no longer defeat the opponent at this moment.

The opponent is a master at the alchemy workshop. Before the person arrives, the voice arrives first, using the exchange beast as the carrier to launch an attack.

The other party's exchange beast is an ant, which can be combined in various shapes, separated into many and small, densely packed, and very tricky.

Stanthor's mackerel opened its blood basin and swallowed many ants. In that scene, Qiliu still had a lingering fear.

When Milo came to the scene, Stanthor was exhausted, and his spiritual power reserve had been used to the limit, and it was already difficult to support the next spell.

However, Milo's attack never stopped. His attack was very hierarchical, and in a short while, Stanthor and the others were driven to a desperate situation.

Qiliu didn't remember how he spent his life at the time, he just vaguely remembered that Dastan jumped out and jumped high.

Dastan, one of the Seven Riders of Glory, jumped up with the greatest power in his life. His jump was the highest level of his magical skills. He jumped out in the art of concealment. With force, his goal is not an alchemist. The few people in the square, but the whole mountain road.

"No one can get the Sol family badge with dust!" Dastan was in the middle of the road with his red eyes, the flip of two scimitars seemed to show his attitude.

In fact, Qiliu still didn't quite understand why that big hunter would not hesitate to stand beside Dastan. It stands to reason that the two people do not have any intersection and do not know each other. How can they stand on the same line?

Maybe it was a feeling, just like now, Stanthor stood by the pipe smoker without even thinking about it.

Qi Liu remembered that the big guy was wielding double swords desperately. He was not the opponent of the people in the alchemy workshop, but he still rushed forward without hesitation. Think about a few of them, they can do nothing except hide behind the stone and look on.

This is a difference in strength and a choice of belief. Qiliu really wants to know what he would choose if Hussetas was awake at this time, and what he would do.

The mountain road became shaky after being attacked by Dastan, as if the road was about to collapse.

"Young patriarch, do you remember our family's return journey after hunting?" Dastan shouted to Stanthor.

"That doesn't require much spiritual energy, you can take your prey on this journey home."

Maybe this is the secret language of the Sol family, these words sound like everyone understands. That was Dastam who asked Stanthor to escape quickly, but only the members of the Sol family could understand how to escape.

"But, but you..." Stanthor obviously didn't want to leave alone.

"I came out with Master Tobin. I didn't bring much glory to the family. Instead, I was ashamed of the family. Now I have no face to return to the race." Dastan resisted Milo's darts. Said to Stanthor sadly.

"It's because I didn't consider it well. Now that I have lost the news of Master Tobin, I almost forgot who I am, Patriarch, please forgive me. I hide in this Gulu Mountain except for avoiding me. I also avoided the expectations of the entire family."

I don't know if the mental power after the explosion is supernormal, Dastan is talking non-stop, not knowing that he is tired.

This state is not something that everyone can understand.

Qiliu could hear that, with his natural politician's ability to hear the voice, he could hear that this was the last conversation between Dastan and his family.

This last conversation made Qi Liu a little moved. This farewell was the consciousness of life and death.

"I am a total loser, young patriarch, I have failed the expectations of the people."

Dastan's last conversation seemed to be recounting his life, the swing of the machete, and the ping-pong-pong. His recounting was accompanied by this sound, and there was a vigorous feeling.

"I not only failed the family, but also my benefactor. I failed to protect this mountain. This is another regret of my current one."

"Your, regret, I will make up for you." Stanthor's eyes were firm.

"Sol, family, you will be rewarded if you have any kindness!"

"Young Patriarch!"

"Say, speak quickly."

"I..." Dustan choked for a few moments. He knew that he had exhausted his life's strength and could only send Young Master Stanthor away safely. If it weren't for the help of this glorious seven-rider admirer, he might have no chance. Say these.

"I am a warrior who guards this mountain, and there is something I guard at the top of this mountain." Dastan told the truth, he knew that as long as he said it, the patriarch of Stanthor would inevitably realize it for him, even with his spiritual power. The reserves have been exhausted.

Because of the Sol family, any kindness must be repaid!

"I, take care of you, go down!" Stanthor said loudly.

The mountain road that Dastan was struggling to hit began to sway, obviously having a certain effect, the collapse is only a matter of time.

"Stupid!" Milo couldn't help but said, "Why choose this path of death, so you think you can solve all problems."

Qi Liu recalled that the alchemist named Milo was also a talkative person, always talking about everything now.

"No, I know that this technique can't put you in a difficult position. I'm just buying time for the young patriarch." Dastan smiled, and at this moment he could finally face Milo calmly.

"Your teleportation secret technique does not require much spiritual power, and your blow is indeed worthy of my admiration."

Milo didn't say much, he stopped attacking because it was unnecessary. Dastan's final blow cut off his hope of continuing to block Stanthor.

The mountain road collapsed, and everyone would fall down.

Milo used his exchange beast to stabilize the people in the alchemy workshop, his ants dragging the mountain wall tightly while dragging themselves tightly.

Qi Liu felt that he would also go to the realm of Yongning at that moment, but he was still surprised to find that a hand was stretched out in the confusion.

This hand is that of the coyote named Moussa. The guy stretched out his hand for Qiliu to catch ~www.ltnovel.com~ but Qiliu thought of something else. On the one hand, he wanted to protect Hussetas, on the other hand. He wanted to see if he still had his own choice.

Stanthor slowly unfolded his secret technique, he took Husitas who was unconscious on the ground on his back, and said nothing.

"Bring us together!" Big Witch Biggs waved her arms. She was asking for Stanthor's help. Perhaps it was the reason why the witch and alchemist were naturally at odds. The Biggs witch did not go to Milo at all. Take a look over there.

Qi Liu looked at the outstretched hand, then looked at the sleeping son Hussetas lying on the shoulder of Stanthor.

That voice, the sound-sounding skills of a natural politician, made him reach out his hand.

But he smiled, and withdrew the hand that was originally outstretched...

Now he wanted to see how this Stanthor continued to protect Dastan.

He wants to witness this moment, and at the same time he wants to see if he still has a real right to choose.