I Was Once a Legend

You have to walk the path.

Dong Linhai hesitated for a moment, he looked at the two strange guards, and looked at the castle near the forest. He made up his mind and said, "I'll lead them away, and you follow the clown. "

The clown must lead the way to find the queen. Now, the clown is more important than him.

Wangque subconsciously reached out and grabbed him, she also knew that for now, the clown is an indispensable character, but will it be different from Linhai now?

"Don't worry, just lead them away, there will be no danger, believe me." Dong Linhai took her hand, he glanced at the clown, and quickly kissed Wangque on the side of his face, saying, "go quickly."

Wangque nodded and said, "Be careful."

"You too." Dong Linhai touched the wrist braces of both hands and turned it into a dagger. He took a deep breath and ran towards the two guards.

The guard soon discovered Dong Linhai, an uninvited guest. They called Dong Linhai aloud and immediately launched an attack when he found that he was ignoring the warning and was trying to break through the defense line and entered the forest. The black plump ball spit out black smoke and rushed towards Linhai, while the white plump ball took a deep breath, the whole body swelled, and turned into a real bulging ball, rolling towards Dong Linhai!

The two guards temporarily left the entrance of the trail for a distance, and were no longer guarding against the dead guard. The clown and Wangque took the opportunity to rush over. The black fat ball guard found the two and immediately chased them, but the two had successfully ran in. forest.

The winch ran all the way behind the clown, the path was very narrow, and the branches and shrubs falling on both sides could scratch the skin and ran for about two kilometers to make sure that the guard was thrown away. The clown finally slowed down.

After three years of exercise, Wangque's physical strength is no longer comparable to that of the frail girl, but she is slightly panting. She adjusted her breathing and heartbeat and asked, "How long will it take?"

"It's about to come." Before the words fell, Wangque heard the gurgling water. The clown picked up the branches in front of him and drilled out. The forest was temporarily blocked, and a stream lay across the road.

[The fifth cell is mostly water. 】

The stream is turbulent and there are a lot of gray flocs in the clear water, and the lumps drift along the current to the distance, making the stream look less clean at once.

Wallet asked, "What is this?"

"They are'desperate', born from the pilgrims in various boxes, collected and floated here along the water, into the back garden of the gods, and become the nourishment for the queen to survive."

These... is despair?

Wangque was a little surprised. It was clearly the emotions generated in people's hearts, how could it become concrete?

"How are we going to pass?"

"Walk over," said the clown. "The river will reach between the thighs, but it must be noted that if you are touched by despair, you will immediately feel that emotion, and you must not be swallowed by emotion."

"it is good."

The clown passed first, his steps were steady, and his huge body was surprisingly flexible. It took less than half a minute to flow through the five-meter-wide stream. He was very careful to hide, but during the period of time a bunch of flocs He still touched him, and he fell into the clown's body at the moment of contact.

Despair should have infected him, but the clown was in perfect shape, his steps were firm and steady, and he stepped on the smooth stones at the bottom of the river to the opposite bank.

When he looked back, Wangque was also ready to step into the water, the stream was cold and cold, as if carrying the spirit of melting snow from the mountains. She tried to avoid the gray flocs as carefully as possible, and also paid attention to the feet. The bottom of the river was washed away all the year round. It was too slippery, and the rapid flow of water made it easy for people to be washed down.

A group of grey cats was quickly rushed over as she walked forward, hitting Wangque's waist, and she was swept by her unprecedented despair in an instant.

She seemed to see the blazing flames, burning into a black human figure struggling painfully in the fire, screaming, screaming, and howling, he jumped and waved his limbs, as if offering a dance of burning soul death for the supreme existence .

But no matter how struggling, the flames stuck to him like tarsal maggots until he was burned to ashes and fell silently to the ground.

What a deep despair.

The whale's chest was too tight to breathe, as if pain and despair really existed in her heart. The figure of the clown on the other side seemed to be unreal. This feeling she had experienced personally and died in Allen. The day of the snow track bug.

At that time, her despair also turned into these flocs, and was brought all the way to the queen's back garden, and became her nourishment for survival?

Wangque felt unspeakable anger. She bit her tongue sharply, and the pain brought her a moment of clarity. Taking advantage of this gap, Wangque took a big step to the other side of the stream, grabbed the clown's hand, and was pulled by him Go up.

"Are you ok?"

"Fortunately."

Wangque's performance did not cause the clown to worry too much. This girl has made a lot of progress compared to the last meeting. The two squeezed the water in their trousers a little, and moved along the path again.

Not long after walking, the tip of the winch's ears suddenly moved, and the small insects perching in the forest sent her some information. There is a group of... what is approaching?

The clown was also aware of the crisis that was coming quickly, stopped and whispered: "Not good!"

Through the eyes of a scarab, Wangque saw a figure passing by quickly-it was a red paper man!

A paper man burned to the dead as a sacrifice when people die! It wore a scarlet shroud, and its face was pale and painted with thick makeup, and its face was stiff, like a lone soul that a dead person did not want to leave, revealing a terrible grim.

Then more and more paper people glanced past the scarabs. The black, red, and white are almost innumerable. They are thin and thin. They can easily rise up by the wind and fly towards the place where they are. Come!

"We were found," the clown said quickly. "Assassination Corps, this is the queen's hidden card."

[The sixth square is the site of the chunky man. 】

"What should I do? Find a place to hide?" The paper people of the assassination corps were getting closer and closer. Many birds in the distance were alarmed and whistled to the sky. Wangque couldn't help but get anxious. They finally got here. Is this the end?

"No, I'm holding them, and you keep going. Follow this road to the end, the queen's castle. She will wait for the pilgrims in front of the castle and reverse all hope, so be quick."

The clown took out an axe from somewhere. This axe looks a bit old. Although the axe was cut very brightly, old scratches can still be seen on the handle. He solemnly handed the axe to Wangque with both hands and said, "Be sure to get it, this is a weapon that can really kill the queen."

Wangque took her hands, and she held the handle of the axe, her appearance reflected on the bright axe. Wangque looked at him unclearly, and the clown smiled at her: "The way forward, you need to go by yourself."

The smile under the exaggerated red lips seemed to be bitter and guilty, and also included the indescribable tenderness of the tit. At that time, she did not understand what the smile of the clown represented, but just nodded and firmly said: "I will, please believe I."

The sound of the paper man's shuttle through the forest was already faintly heard, and the clown ran towards them without hesitation, leaving the only path, and the figure was quickly overwhelmed by the forest.

At that time, he was the assassin of the Red Queen. He was attacked by the assassination corps for three months. He fled from the palace to the memory corridor, passed through the recovery, walked through most of the pure white land, and was finally circus on a rainy night Saved.

Dr. Guai sutured his fatal wound with poor stitches, leaving ugly scars like centipedes, which are still clearly visible until now.

The black figure suddenly passed by his eyes, bringing the breath of death. The clown stopped suddenly. His two knives were shaken tightly by him, just like the crescent moon that blood night shattered the temporary horizon.

One paper man after another fell silently around him, and surrounded him tightly.

There was a sneer on the lips of the clown. The blood, pain and humiliation of the year, he had been kept in his heart and never forgotten.

Now, he was about to start his revenge.

When the first black paper man came to him, the clown also moved. His speed was so fast, the afterimages from the two crescent scimitars resembled the afterglow of the moonlight, blocking everything in front of him. , All cut off!

He used to be the strongest killer!

The white robe man holds the book in his hands and wanders between doors. This maze composed of illusions and the power of space is almost endless. The "Worm Mystery" as a prophecy book is also difficult to find. Find the exit in a short time.

But it is not in a hurry.

It has solved the woman who has the spirit of speech, and the doctor who is cared for by the goddess of destiny and the goddess of doom at the same time cannot be an opponent of Tang Ji. The remaining two children are not afraid, and the man who destroyed Kether must have suffered himself. As a result, Cui Zuojing Victor, who had time and physical strength, gave it to the queen.

Corberus's figure spooked out of a door behind him, and before the white robe man could turn around in the future, the Persian scimitar crossed his neck accurately and cut off his head.

The head with a white headscarf grunted on the ground, but no blood spurted out. The headless man turned around in the direction of Kelberus, the head on the ground stopped rolling, and grunted back, flying back The man in the white robe broke his smooth neck!

At this moment, Körberos finally saw that on the page spread by the man in the white robe, only one line was written:

[Never indelible body]

not good! He immediately retreated back into the door, and the white-robed man followed and opened the door where Corberus had appeared, but found that there was an endless void outside.

"Worm Mystery" is not in a hurry, but backed away and continued to slowly find a way out. Anyway, "He" is impossible to be killed.

Kelberus passed through several doors one after another, temporarily pulling away from "Worm Mystery". The sound of the flute echoed in his ears, guiding him.

He remembered Fu Zhe's instruction that "the book must never be touched". Since the man holding the book could not be killed, he needed to separate the book from the person without touching the book.

What should we do?

It's very simple. It was so simple that Kelberus thought of the method in less than a second.

Wouldn’t it be nice to cut off his hand?