A premeditated fire almost burned the entire Ahron village to white ground. Every time the wind blew, a little gray dust and an indescribable light roasted meat smell would drift in the air. "Summer goes to winter, and when heavy snow covers all traces, the weeds will grow wildly in the spring next year. In the cycle of reincarnation, perhaps, no one will know that there were once ancient villages with people here.

Xia Lan didn't know if there was a fish that missed the net on that night full of blood and fire. Now, he was indifferent. Killing people will be tiring, and fatigue will make people numb. Now he just wants to have a good sleep until his energy recovers.

So he held the sword and fell asleep under a thick tree, as if he was not worried about the sneak attack from someone or beasts.

"Willie! Cheer up."

Collet, with a tired face, patted the lost Willy. His eyes were empty and he could not see any focus. It was as regrettable as a walking corpse. He seemed to be able to feel the other person's mood, but he could not understand the trauma of his heart.

"Anyway, we have completed any trial assessment. Even if we are sad and sad, we will continue in the future."

Comforting people is a technical job, but unfortunately, Corrett is not an expert in this area. He just comforted him for a few words and ignored Willie, because he is also physically and mentally exhausted now, and he is not the only one who needs comfort.

He lay down under the shade of a tree not far from Xialan. The afterglow of the sunset shone mottled light and shadow through the branches and leaves, and welcomed the arrival of night. His heavy eyelids slowly closed, and the sound of snoring sounded slowly after a moment.

Willie stared blankly at the two unprepared "companions" in front of him, and his eyes that were losing their anger flashed for a moment. His right hand held the drooping left shoulder and gently twisted his neck, focusing his eyes deeply on Xia Lan.

To be honest, he should thank Green. If he had not appeared, he would have died. He would have been buried with the girl Fina and Connell in a sea of ​​burning fire, like a worthless rag sack that was randomly discarded and burned. But he was a human, not a rag sack, and how was his fate different from the rag sack?

He hated Green, hated Green, hated Green, and hated Green. All the hatreds were intertwined, and in the end they all turned into powerless sadness.

He did so much, what will happen in the end?

The feeling of failure and despair is very uncomfortable, and my heart is so sad that I cry.

A light cheering sentence cannot be exchanged for any effect. Willy's spirit is not as rough and strong as he imagined. Only time can heal his heartache.

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...

"Brother Xia Xun, I like you."

In a bright bedroom that is more than ten square meters in size, the summer afternoon sun shines in the house with a lazy atmosphere. On the big tree outside the window, cicadas scream incessantly.

In the room, the irritable boy sitting in front of the old desk heard the confession of a little girl on the edge of the bed behind him, turned his head and looked at the other person with a dazed face. His wide eyes were enough to show his shock.

The girl looks like she is eleven or twelve years old, with fair skin, and neatly combed black bangs covering half of her tender and lovely face. She is wearing a white and elegant dress like a little princess walking out of a fairy tale, and the pink sandals worn by her feet add a bit of cuteness and prettyness.

She stared at the boy, and her big watery eyes showed seriousness that was inconsistent with her age. She seemed to be proclaiming her confession all over the world, without a trace of game jokes.

"Jingjing?!"

The boy was stunned for a while and stuttered out the girl's name.

"Brother Xia Xun! I like you, do you like me?"

The girl still stared at the boy intently and emphasized her confession again.

"I……"

The boy showed an expression of trouble and embarrassment, and it seemed difficult to give the girl a definite answer. Rejecting and not agreeing and not agreeing, he was in a dilemma. The reason was very simple. He was sixteen years old this year, and the older girl was five years old. Can a girl who was still in elementary school confession take it seriously? Maybe, but... he had a girl he had a crush on in his heart.

The little girl is the child of a colleague in the same work unit of his parents. Because the two families live very close and have a good relationship, he has taken the girl around like an older brother since he was a child. Over time, the girl not only relied on him deeply, but even had precocious feelings that he had never expected.

"Jingjing, this is a secret. When you grow up, your brother will tell you the answer."

After hesitating for a while, the boy racked his brains finally thought of a plausible answer. He would not let the answer hurt the girl, nor would he be embarrassed.

"Secret?" the girl said in confusion.

"Yes, we have made an agreement. When you grow up, my brother will tell you this secret."

The boy stepped forward and pulled the little girl's hand, hooked her little fingers together, and said solemnly as if he was pretending.

"Then when will I grow up?" the girl pouted, obviously feeling unhappy.

"Um...you will grow up when your brother graduates from school in another place." The boy thought for a while.

"Okay, Brother Xia Xun, then we have an agreement." The girl hooked the boy's little finger hard and shook it, but there was still no smile on her face.

The boy didn't know whether he had successfully fooled the girl, and did not know whether the girl understood his thoughts, but this was no longer important. Soon, after spending this summer, he would leave the city where he was born and raised and go to a high-quality school that his parents asked his relatives to study in another place.

In fact, he didn't want to leave this city because there were his parents and family, his deep friendships, his little memories, and the girl he had secretly loved.

He had resisted his parents' decision, but he had no choice in this path unless he refused to continue studying and unless he rebelled from home.

When he arrived at the graduation ceremony, he was always absent-minded and his eyes were often aimed at the lively girl in the class with a ponytail from time to time. Whenever he saw her talking and laughing with her classmates around him, he wanted to get involved, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that he would stutter unconsciously when facing her, and even blushed so much that he couldn't even say anything.

After the ceremony, he followed the girl far away like a vulgar follower. He wanted to find an opportunity to get along with the girl alone. He wanted to loudly announce his love for her to her. However, at any time, she had classmates around her.

Until he left the class and the campus, he did not find a chance to confess to the girl.

When he returned home, he was extremely depressed and locked himself in the room. His parents shouted for several consecutive times but ignored him. He was so silent that he was lonely and depressed.

This is a relationship that ends before it begins, this is a sourness that will never be forgotten when the feelings first open.

Before the summer was over, the boy took the air rail train to the strange city and embarked on a new journey of life.

He met new classmates and friends, fell in love with a new girl, and his colorful and rich life was filled with all kinds of ups and downs, as if lights flashed one after another. At the end of the film, he rejected the next life plan arranged by his parents on the phone, and rebelliously followed the graduated classmates to the social workplace.

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...

Xia Lan hasn't dreamed for a long time, especially the clear and real dream.

In this dream, he was like a bystander standing in the perspective of God, observing him from the boy in the dream from beginning to end. At that moment, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterfly, he didn't know whether he had become a boy or a boy had become himself.

No--

The boy is Xia Lan, but he is another Xia Lan.

The original Xia Lan.

Didn’t he disappear completely? Why did his memories appear on “I”? Is it because “we” were originally one person? What does this dream represent? The revival of “I” or the fusion of “I”?

He had a premonition that this long dream was far from over.

Opening his eyes and returning to reality, Xia Lan reached out to block the dazzling sunshine. At some point, the sky was already bright.

He turned his head and looked at Corrett, who was making a fire and making meals not far away, while Willy stayed beside him and started, seemingly getting a little better, at least he was no longer as dull as he had been.

There are more than half a month left before the trial assessment is over, and the return time is more than enough. As for the result of the trial, Xia Lan is unsure. Who knows whether this assessment has a profound meaning? He acts entirely on intuition, and whether right or wrong is not in his consideration.

If he followed his method, this trial was extremely simple. The word "kill" was enough to summarize. However, the people in the team had different ideas and thoughts, and their style of looking forward to the front and back resulted in today's results.

Perhaps the only thing to consider is the mysterious elder from the Brotherhood of Faceless.

The Brotherhood of Faceless is an extremely mysterious and low-key group that gives people a rough impression that they are responsible for intelligence collection, trafficking and assassination activities. No one knows when they were born. The earliest record of this group can be traced back to the era of hegemony. It was once active in the late Bronze Age for a long time and then disappeared again until the water surfaced in the early years of the new moon’s opening and opening up. According to some unreliable news, the era of splitting Elderland’s fall into darkness and chaos was caused by the Brotherhood of Faceless.

Recalling the vague gaming experience in his previous life, he didn't remember that a player had been involved in the senior management of the Faceless Brotherhood. There was very little information circulated, and he only said that joining the upper and lower contacts made people scratch their heads. For example, the rune marks appearing inexplicably behind the neck after joining the organization. The single-line contact connector cannot be seen, and who doesn't know where the organization is, and the only thing you can do is wait for the tasks conveyed by the superiors, as if there is you or not in the organization. How do you play this?

Through this incident, Xia Lan couldn't help but think deeply.

When did the Faceless Brotherhood get along with the cult?
Chapter completed!