Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 320 Bussel's Scam

  Below the tower.

  Xia Li looked at the cloth strip in her hand with a complicated expression.

  "What did you see?" Shaws narrowed his eyes behind his lenses.

   "The stinky **** of Bathel finally died." Xia Li's delicate face wrinkled viciously.

  Xiao Si pursed his lips and gave a dry smile, "Anything else, is there any... about the ending?"

  Xia Li stared at the cloth strip for a few seconds, then tufted it into a ball and tucked it back in front of her breast.

"I can't see anything," Xia Li looked at the top of the tower. "It's this time. My prophet tree still doesn't respond. Alas... I have never seen this before. My little tree strikes for the first time. Ah, what about you, little Shaw, what do your reading glasses tell you?"

  Shose held his glasses awkwardly, "They have seen Fitz."

   "I know this too, what about foresight?"

   "No," Shaw shook his head. "It can't be predicted."

   "What's the matter, has our prophet tree eloped?" Xia Li pinched her waist, "Or...what's going to happen next, we are not allowed to predict?"

  Shose said solemnly, "It is possible, but besides that, there is another possibility."

   "What is possible?"

  "It is the person who gave us the power of the prophet and took it back." Shaw raised his head and looked to the sky.

   "You mean... Ainul?"

   "Ainul, it is possible that he is accumulating strength."

   "Accumulate strength?" Xia Li reacted, "Is it possible?..."

  Shose nodded heavily.

  The two were silent for a few seconds.

   "I want to go up." Shaw said, taking a step forward.

  Xia Li quickly followed, "Hey wait for me, I will go too."

   "Are you sure?" Shaws turned his head, "Going up this time, you are really standing on the opposite side of Fitz."

"Little Shaws is talking nonsense again," Xia Li gave him a white look, and stretched out her right hand to reach her lower back. "I think when your parents died tragically, wow, tusk tusk... I didn't poke your sore place. , I promised your father and the witches to cover you both, Xiao Wu...Frown, what happened to my elders calling you a nickname?... Xiao Wu, don’t look at me usually It looks like this, but I also know in my heart that no matter what, the queen will not be able to return. Instead of letting this ignorant Fitz continue to harm the city, it is better to take the kingship back to the witch."

After Xia Li finished speaking, she raised her arms, and drew a blood-stained knife from behind her waist. The length of the knife was almost as long as her height, and the width of the knife was nearly half a meter. Her petite and white palms were tightly gripped with the black linoleum. The wrapped hilt, the figure reflected on the blade, reminded her of the past of fighting on the battlefield many years ago.

   "What if...we lose?"

"I have already thought about it," Xia Li narrowed a smile, "Wemblow and Basel are dead, beside Fitz, there is only one boss Xie who only has the people of the city in his heart. We did this. After years of security work, the hearts of the people of Wangcheng have already belonged to us. If Fitz insists on executing us, he will lose the remaining three captains and the loyalty of all the people at the same time. Although Fitz is hypocritical, he is not stupid. , He wouldn't do it."

  After hearing Xia Li's words, Shaws finally loosened his brows.

   deserves to be the **** of war in the royal city, and sure enough, the idiots in the usual days are all disguised.

  Xia Li’s eyes were awe-inspiring, and she paused for a few seconds, then slanted her eyes to look at Shaw, "Why look at me like that... are you saying something in your heart that you shouldn’t say? You little Shaw..."

  Shose waved his hand and walked straight to the entrance of the tower.

  Xia Li picked up the broadsword lightly and followed in a few steps.

  ***

  Mother?

   Xiaolan looked at the frame that was in front of her.

  Is this a picture of his mother?

  Ghosts are not good enough, Xiaolan knelt down and picked up the photo frame and opened it.

  Stunned.

  "This..." The fool beside him looked at the photo frame, then at Xiaolan, "This is..."

  The photo shows a beautiful woman in a gorgeous dress. The woman has a pair of kind eyes and is looking tenderly at the little boy with his mouth open and laughing.

  A woman's face, and facial features.

   is exactly the same as Xiaolan.

   Xiaolan blinked.

  No, to be precise, the photo should look like Xiaolan when she grows up.

   "Mother!" Fitz still stretched his arms and shouted sternly.

   Xiaolan understands.

  He is not calling for this picture.

  He is calling himself.

   Xiaolan calmed down.

If the person in the photo is the same age or younger than you, you may be thrown into chaos. Since this is Wangshen's mother who has passed away many years ago, then she is definitely not herself, and maybe a little bit with herself. Relationship, but they are by no means the same person.

   Xiaolan understood in an instant that the person whom the flower demon Kana said, and the people he saw in the memories of Hisuo and the water monster, should all be Fitz’s mother.

  This is the reason why Wangshen committed millions of murders.

   is also...the reason why the pineapple died.

  Xiaolan sneered, flipped the photo frame and faced Fitz, "Kill me to get your mother back. Who told you this, is it Bassell?"

  The story has gradually become clear.

  The fallen **** Basel pointed out a way to save his mother for the little Fitz who lost his mother-to kill countless innocent girls, kill the evil, and become a living god.

   Sad Fitz, believes the words of the gods.

  But he didn’t know, it was just a scam by Bathell.

  Fitz's arms raised in mid-air suddenly stopped, and then slowly retracted.

  "You are not," Fitz's voice is no longer a childlike childlike voice, but a mature voice, even with a trace of old voice, "You are Liao Yilan."

   "I am Liao Yilan."

   is the last person you want to kill.

   "It's okay, it's okay..." Fitz seemed to comfort himself, "Soon...Mother will be back soon."

   "She can't come back," the Taoist said in a low voice, "Bathell has been lying to you, no matter how many crimes he kills, he can't break the way of heaven. He is just for his own interest in killing."

  The idiot answered, "Besides, Bassell is dead. Even if he becomes a god, he cannot save the dead. If he dies, he is dead. In any case... it is impossible to return as it is."

  Fitz chuckled.

"Bathell will indeed die," Fitz said in a strange tone. "He doesn't die, how can I become a god? He said earlier that on the day of the mother's sacrifice, he will die, and I am the royal city. The new god."

   "He is dead, are you a new god?" Anger and sadness made Bao Mu sharp.

  Fitz was silent.

  He may not know what the sign of becoming a **** is.

  But soon, Fitz let out his cold laughter again, and his body squirmed slightly.

  Although he couldn't see the face under his hood, Xiaolan could feel that his cold gaze fell on him.

   "That's because-you are not dead yet."

  (End of this chapter)