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Chapter 1021: sound.
"Woo...Thank you...Thank you big brother".
Seeing that the sharp knife close at hand was directly shattered by an invisible "air", the scared little girl lying on the ground did not know that she had encountered a real savior? While a few bastards were stunned with wide eyes, the girl who quickly broke free of the imprisonment almost relied on her survival instinct to express her gratitude and hurriedly ran behind Ganatika.
Although the teenager at this moment can be said to have just stood up from the garbage dump, and the dirty smell lingers on the whole body of this decadent "traveler", but the little girl who has been terrified can still care about it. Above all, in order to catch the only life-saving straw that fell from the sky, she couldn't wait to hug the wanderers who came forward in time.
"...Thanks? What can I thank? Where can a guy like me be thanked?"
I got the gratitude of the beautiful girl. If it is an ordinary brave young man, maybe he should make good use of this opportunity to show his heroic qualities, but ignore the horrified gazes of the gangsters, and look back at the little girl. With a beautiful face wet with tears, Ganatika, who was thanked for being a savior, could feel the emotions but was at a loss of sadness.
Back in those days, when I decided to lead the poor against the exploitation of the aristocracy together with that girl "Pandora", where did I have the slightest hesitation? Back then, when I was driven by hatred to slaughter the so-called "indifferent bystanders", how could I ever feel any pity?
But to this day............ The long time has passed silently, and the blood of the devil is soaked in pieces of leather armor. What has become of Ganatica named "Avenger"? Where does the so-called "true self" exist?
The once "brave man" is probably as unrecognizable as those precious memories.
"..."
"Okay, it's okay, go home quickly, and don't enter this dark alley again in the future."
The slightly mechanized lowered head warned the young girl, and Ganatika, who was still in a mess, didn't even know what she was talking about.
"Didn't I swear to be the craziest evil person? Am I trying to become stronger and avenge the gods? Why would I use such a tone in this remote corner to help an unknown child out of danger? I am Who? What am I doing now?"
Silently watching the girls who expressed gratitude one after another and nodded seriously, Ganatika suddenly felt that everything around her had become dreamlike and lost its trueness again.
True dreams will always be awake, but such dreams are destined to have no beginning and no end.
"Thank you, big brother...this...this bunch of flowers are for you...that...thank you very much"!
Of course, the frightened girl couldn't see Ganatica's serious thoughts. Seeing a few stupefied gangsters seemed to start to stare at her fiercely again, the little girl with dark ponytails trembling in the breeze couldn't bear it anymore. She was about to turn around and ran away.
So quickly drew the most complete and beautiful white flower branch from a bunch of dust-stained bouquets and placed it in Ganatica's palm. The girl who finally calmed down quickly turned around and ran out of the alley.
For the innocent, what happened today is just a terrible nightmare encounter. The encounter between her and the tramp Ganatika is far from being an "encounter", leaving this dark alleyway, Her life is still selling flowers to subsidize her family, and she has a crush on the handsome third-rate bard deer in a tavern.
The act of sending that white flower might even be the only opportunity in a poor girl's life to get close to a professional person.
However, for the young avenger who is lost in thought and confusion............ the meaning of this bunch of flowers is too extraordinary............
"Hey, don't... don't just think that you are a professional... you can be arrogant. My second uncle's fourth brother and sister are also... also a warrior apprentice..."
Seeing that their "prey" had already run away, of course a few gangsters who were sweating coldly all wanted to take the opportunity to quickly slip away.
You know, even in the imperial kingdom ruled by the legendary mage, the number of professionals is extremely rare in a country with a population of more than four billion. Suddenly I encountered a professional who "sees uneven roads." Of course, a crowd of gangsters who are just ordinary people will be scared to death. If it weren’t for the tall Ganatika blocking the only exit of the alley, these few bullies and fears of hardship would have been long gone. Climbing down the wasteland and fled.
But... I'm afraid that the bully leader who took the medicine and spoke harsh words didn't realize that his "noisy and noisy" threat was a legendary soldier with extremely unstable mental and emotional...
"Don't make a noise."
Before he could finish the unclear passage, a soft drink mixed with mental energy fluctuations suddenly interrupted his sentence.
That's right, this is of course just a simple light drink, for the legendary powerhouse, it's just a habit of speaking a little louder.
However, two or three gentle slaps are not equivalent to Taishan crushing the bones of the ants? Faced with such a powerful mental power fluctuation, several villains who were just ordinary people were instantly killed on the spot without a chance to scream.
And it’s worth mentioning that their death did not arouse the slightest attention of Ganatica, because at this moment, the turbid-eyed teenager was still looking at the bouquet in his hand in a daze. In an instant, he hadn't experienced the familiar emotions that he hadn't felt for more than 100,000 years.
This emotion is called happiness.
Yes, this is just an ordinary field white flower, but in the eyes of today's "young avengers", its petals seem to be carved from white jade, and they shimmer like crystal clear crystals, every little bit of cleanliness. The dewdrops are like a magic mirror against the face of a young man who has never changed.
That is Ganatica's own face............
"Have I really changed? Have I really grown up? Have I really... been overwhelmed by the disaster"?
Clenching his powerful fingers, feeling the surging grudge roaring and whirling in his soul, the teary-eyed teenager muttered to himself and questioned himself in a low voice.
But this time, there was no answer in his ear as usual.
Because as soon as Ganatika’s voice fell, an ethereal voice resounded in this remote alley as if it appeared out of thin air:
"Why? Poor child? Your heart is just covered by senseless hatred. How can your reflection now say that it is not a kind of growth? Your good deeds have helped you step out of the abyss of evil. , How can it be impossible to return to a pure soul?"
End of this Chapter
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