While moving his heavy steps, he said slowly: "In a blink of an eye, you are also an old man, and time flies so fast.
Until now, when I close my eyes, I can still see what you two looked like when you were young.
Alas, I knew back then that there would come a day when the two of you would end up fighting each other to the death, because you were both too smart and too persistent, as long as it was you.
We will definitely do what we decide to do, and we will do it to the end.
No one will make any concessions for the other party.
I originally thought that those few things would distract your attention, and you would not come down for at least ten years. .
I didn’t think I would survive that day, so I wouldn’t have to see the ending between you.
But I didn’t expect that you would come down now, and it wouldn’t be her.”
"It doesn't matter who it is, the result won't change.
In fact, it's the same result if it's earlier or later.
It's not Angelina, which is also good.
At least you don't have to face her directly."
Bebraz smiled.
Smile and say calmly.
"Okay, I'll open the door for you."
The old man moved with difficulty, took out an ancient copper key that was covered with green rust from his waist, and tried to walk out of the concierge.
But Bebraz stood at the door with no intention of giving way, and his eyes were calm and peaceful.
"You forgot something."
Bebraz said with a smile.
The old man's facial features were wrinkled together, and he looked like he was crying or smiling, and each wrinkle became a little deeper.
He opened his cloudy eyes and stared into Bebraz's eyes, as if to confirm his determination.
After a few seconds, the old man finally gave up and withdrew his gaze.
He sighed heavily and said, "I just want to give you a suggestion.
At least you don't have to think about that thing this time.
Because you will face Angelina again in the future."
Chance."
Bebraz shook his head and said with a smile: "If that's the case, what's the difference between her and me?
If you can't achieve the ideas you insist on, then there's no point in insisting on it.
How else can I persuade her?
she" "A dead person cannot convince others," the old man said.
"Death itself is the most powerful persuasion."
In the end, the old man could only sigh deeply, turned to the only decayed wooden cabinet in the room, opened it, took out a small wooden box full of dust, used the key to open the old-fashioned lock on the box, and then took it out A syringe wrapped in thick velvet.
The syringe is not big, and the number on it proves its ancient date.
But after more than ten years, it is still brand new and has obviously been carefully preserved.
In the syringe, there is a small half tube of blood-like liquid.
The old man picked up the syringe with his wrinkled hands and handed it to Bebraz.
The closer to Bebraz, the more the liquid in the syringe surged, until it was almost boiling.
This was because the mysterious liquid was boiling on its own, not the effect of the old man's trembling hands.
After handing the syringe to Bebraz, the old man returned to the hut, closed the door, closed the windows, and blew out the lights.
Bebraz's hand that took the syringe was steady and warm.
He did not pause, but rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, inserted the needle into his arm, and then pressed the boiling mysterious liquid into his muscle.
When the first drop of blood-colored liquid was injected, Bebraz's face couldn't help but twitch slightly, and there was a trace of pain between his eyebrows.
Maybe other people will be a little surprised when they see this scene.
Enduring pain is an essential ability for every high-level ability user, and people who can reach the level of Bebraz can even endure pain at the cellular level, so regardless of Regardless of the level of pain, Bebraz could remain calm.
But only those who know him deeply will know that Bebraz is a person who respects nature.
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He will look good when he is in pain and light up when he is happy.
At the end of the foyer, there is an inconspicuous wooden door, which also looks a bit decayed due to the long history and humid environment.
The lock on the door has only a symbolic meaning.
But when Bebraz stroked the lock, his expression looked solemn.
He took out a dark gold key from his pocket.
The key is very heavy and polished to shine.
The handle is inlaid with a spider pattern, which is made of black and gold two-color gemstones.
The workmanship is exquisite and expressive to the extreme, as if the spider is crawling.
Kakachacha's voice sounded, and the key turned half a turn in the keyhole before the lock bolt reluctantly popped open.
Behind the door is an unusually safe and spacious space, which is more than ten meters high and covers an area of thousands of square meters.
It is completely a magnificent palace.
It is extremely cold in the palace, and frost flowers are hung on the walls.
In the center of the hall, there is a rough stone platform with a cast iron box placed on it.
The box had no lock, and inside was a sealed glass vessel containing a shallow layer of blood-like liquid.
A small line of poetry is engraved on the glass: He drank the divine blood, and from then on he bore the fate of a god, with no choice.
Bebraz held up the glass dish, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, then tore off the seal of the glass dish and opened the glass dish.
The moment the glass vessel was opened, the blood-like liquid suddenly took on a life and spirituality of its own.
It shot out from inside and pierced into Bebrazi's chest like lightning.
The blood was extremely sharp, instantly breaking through Bebraz's chest and piercing deeply.
At that moment, Bebraz's chest was almost completely opened, and one could even see his beating heart.
However, after the blood penetrated deep into his chest, , there are dozens of blood streaks on the back, and each blood streak ends in a small claw, and in the center of the claw, there is actually a small eye open, and dozens of small claws grasp the edge of the split chest. , actually closing the split chest.
Then layers of white foam appeared on the wound cracks, covering the wound.
Bebraz was stunned at first, then looked down at the scars on his chest, smiled suddenly, and then fell to the sky.
The violent explosion almost lifted half of the Linhai Castle into the sky.
The erupting flames rose directly to a height of 100 meters.
This shocking pillar of fire could be clearly seen dozens of kilometers away.
People with slightly better eyesight could even see the pillar of fire.
Rooftops rising.
In the center of the pillar of fire, Su stood with his arms raised high, as if he wanted to embrace the entire sky.
Endless energy continued to pour out of his body, pushing the pillar of fire to rise rapidly, seemingly endlessly.
Su could feel every bit of energy overflowing and bursting out.
He swayed the energy in his body to his heart's content, constantly pushing up the fire pillar.
Each flame became a part of his body.
In an instant, Su seemed to become a giant standing tall on the sky and the earth, and every roar could make the world shake.
This kind of indulgence, this kind of wantonness, had never happened before in Su's short life of several decades.
This is the first time, and maybe the last time.
Su suddenly raised his head, and a huge shadow enveloped his small body. s: Although it is small, it is a good turn.
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