The Wizard World: 597 Weird 2

"Karon ruins?" Angele frowned. He has a bad feeling. "Is this kind of ruin common? Listen to your tone."

Feizhou was reached by his blunt tone, and his mouth opened up and he stopped talking.

Rihua, who drove, smiled slightly, and then explained.

"It's okay, the ruins of Karon are everywhere. The ruins of Mingta Star are everywhere. Brother, you can't possibly figure it out, have you been here before?"

Angel rummaged in Song Xiaoyun's memory and did find traces of her being here before.

"It's been a long time, and I didn't remember it for a while." Angle smiled apologetically, and carefully observed the ruins outside the window.

In the red ruins, large expanses of abandoned stone pillars and stones scattered everywhere, a desolate and broken.

Angel scanned the place carefully and far away, but there was still no gain. As the vehicle gradually moved away, he looked back.

"Here .... were weird ..." He faintly felt that there was a weird cold look in the ruins. "Is it the guardian of this world?"

He was a little alert in his heart. At this stage, he didn't want to be suddenly discovered by the guardian. Although he could still escape, the price was that he couldn't bear it.

Feeling that the body is rising madly every minute and every second. This kind of improvement seems to have no limit. Angliel faintly felt that this time, he might be able to break through the highest level with this momentum.

This premonition and confidence does not come from others, but from the birthmark behind him. The old guy's birthmark hurt in his soul.

Since the old monster gave himself a hard blow, he felt as if everything had lost his control.

Recalling now, the old monster was so scary, how could he just leave him one last chance to survive. When he was severely damaged, the little blood of the old guy seemed to help him out of the gut of the world instead. .

Now, the only little damage to him has turned into his help to break through.

"This world ... was probably not as simple as imagined ... the old guy probably forced me to enter here intentionally." Angle closed her eyes again, and her skin became brighter. It's white. It seemed to faintly fluoresce.

His weird face is not so ugly in this fairness.

The two driving girls are sitting in the front row, and occasionally glance over Angliel behind.

From Linhai to Xuyang, at the fluorite station in the early morning, the two girls went back to make up for the sleep, left Angle at the station and left. Along the way, they were fed up with Angliat's indifference. Even if it was a mild-tempered day-ring, they couldn't stand it. They drove for another night. Must go back to make up sleep.

Angel turned around at the station and asked someone to find out the address of the stadium. Find a car and go straight by.

He didn't delay along the way. When he could reach the limit of his body, he immediately drew a ray of negative emotional absorption.

The stadium is crowded, and the streets outside are crowded with various high, middle, and low-end trains, and some guards in dark blue uniforms are patrolling.

From time to time, there is a roar in the sports tube.

Angel gets off the taxi and walks along the sidewalk to the stadium.

He also wears white loose practice clothes. Several guards came in to inquire about their identities, called in a paging inquiry, and immediately let go.

Angel walked in along the door, and just saw a young girl in red standing at the door. He has short black hair and a white stick in his hand, as tall as a human.

When she saw Angle come in, she looked pale. "Why did you come here, Xiaoyun? Didn't the master let you sit in the training hall? How can Xiaonian be alone?"

Angele frowned. Although he took over Song Xiaoyun's memory, he felt a bit wrong after passing the ruins. He vaguely increased his vigilance. When he looked at the nominal sister, he felt relieved. Part of Song Xiaoyun's memories also made him not want his relatives in this world to be harmed.

"What's going on with the Li family? What is the master's decision?" Angle whispered.

Song Ye looked around, in the stadium of the General Assembly Hall behind him. Everyone screamed from time to time, paying attention to it, and no one looked at it.

"Come with me." Song Yan pulled Angele and walked directly from the right aisle to the wall. In the dark venue, the surrounding area was covered by thick curtains, and only the fool in the middle of the round venue had bright light.

At the Redwood venue, two extreme martial arts soldiers, one tall and one short, are fighting each other. The sound of muscles and bones crashing, the whole venue can be clearly heard.

Angele was dragged forward and looked at the two fighting on the stage from time to time. His eyes were slightly lost, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The Ball of the Four Seasons .... Every time you meditate on the name, the birthmark on your back will hurt. In this world, the Ball of the Four Seasons is just a type of jewelry crystal, a natural beautiful ornament. But What's the difference between this and the old monster? "He now recalls the memories of his original injuries. The old man's fluttering head and face seemed to hide a bit of pain and expectation in the brutality and tyranny that appeared.

"The first ancestors can support the existence of the world, how could it be so unknown to stay in the gut of the space-time maze world as a guardian?" This was beyond Anglo's incomprehension.

The two quickly turned into a small box. In the red-style room, a middle-aged man sat on the sofa with his elder brother Li Xiulin.

The middle-aged man leaned silently on the sofa, frowning, wondering what he was thinking. Seeing Angliat come in, he just frowned deeper, but didn't speak.

Li Xiulin stood up with a smile. "Xiao Yun, you are here. Just happen to persuade the teacher to go back. What's the use of being with me? I'm not a big man like President King and need personal protection."

"Brother ... Teacher." Angele calmly lowered his head and greeted the two. "This time, I am mainly worried about my brother. How is the situation now?"

He was blushing when he said that. His main purpose was to figure out the relationship between the ball of the four seasons and the blood on his back. As for the big brother? The memory of hundreds of years is far from enough to reach this point compared with the memory of just ten or twenty years.

"When the teacher is injured, he should go back to rest and recuperate. What's the use of staying with me here?" Li Xiulin said helplessly, "The family is now looking for someone to pick me up. Go to the Four Seasons City, the private city of the Li family 1. The plane has been waiting on the top of the building for two days. This time there is no danger for me to go back. Someone sent by my brother and sister-in-law protects me. A formation of soldiers is enough to protect me. But teacher ... "

"Don't say these superfluous, I'm definitely going to be with you!" said the middle-aged man Song Yingying.

"Dad ..." Song Yan glanced at Angle helplessly. "It's not ancient anymore!"

She also knows that Li Xiulin's return this time is almost a nine-death life. Those who want to intercept him will definitely not be a process combatant. A beam of guns at a long distance will completely complete the matter. No matter how good the melee is, there is no place for it.

Angel was standing still, and it felt a little bit wrong. But this wrong feeling was not something he could find out.

He can only stand still and listen quietly. In the matter of Li Xiulin, everyone finally decided to go together.

Song Yunying does n’t leave, nor does his daughter Song Yan leave. Anglia wants to know about the ball of the four seasons, so he decides to follow Li Xiulin. This guy is pretty good to him, and it ’s barely a personal relationship .

Some people actually came down unwilling to leave.

The exchange meeting in the gym has ended long ago, and now some scattered Sanda masters are playing against each other.

After a few people stayed here for a few days, just before leaving, Xiaonian ran over alone and joined the team. No matter how you persuade or fight, don't leave. Live or die.

Finally, Li Xiulin was completely stunned by Song Yingying, and everyone got on the plane together. Travel to the Four Seasons.

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On the plane, Angli's weird coldness grew worse.

He is always on the alert, but can't find the source at all.

Sitting in the cabin, he slowly withdrew from the cold feeling. Raise your head and look around.

Others are snoring and sleeping. At night, only he wakes up alone.

The white cabin is empty, and the attendants on duty are off. Only the buzz of the aircraft came faintly.

The body shakes from time to time. Angele stands up and breathes a little bit of black gas into his mouth and nose. His muscles seemed to swell up a bit.

Angel glanced down through the window, and below was a dark alpine plain, with white clouds blocking part of the view.

He shook his head, glanced at Li Xiulin, who was sleeping soundly, and others, quietly bypassing the legs of several people, and walked towards the toilet of the machine.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he washed his face and looked at the face in the mirror, exhaling deeply.

Slap.

Suddenly, a slight noise came from the cabin.

"Huh?"

Angele turned too far.

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Oh!

The last elite soldier in the white combat suit fell to the ground with a bang, blood slowly poured from his chest, and the white cabin floor slowly stained red.

The whole cabin is full of corpses. Blood splatters are everywhere.

Two black tights silhouettes, holding silver silent pistols, stared at each other and slowly walked towards the middle hatch of the aircraft fuselage.

"There is still half an hour, and the next wave of talents will come back and open the hatch." One whispered.

"Ten minutes."

The other person found a small white oval instrument in his arms and stuck it to the hatch.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a calm male voice came from behind them.

Angele was standing in the rear hatch, watching the two quietly, with water dripping from his hair. Looking at the two, a flash of inexplicable expression flashed in his eyes. It was indifferent, mixed with a weird calm.