It was the hot summer day, and a scorching sun was scorching the earth, and the heat waves in the air were rolling, rushing towards us.

However, in a jungle in the suburb of Huttonmar, there are fine snowflakes floating in the sky here!

A slender young man, riding a fast horse, was traveling through the jungle, and there was a thin layer of ice on the trees wherever he went.

His eyes were as deep as black holes, and his face was as deep as Yan Bing, which could not be melted by snow-capped mountains for thousands of years.

"Can it be too late?" At this moment, his eyebrows also frowned.

He rode his horse and whipped it, rolled up the snow and ran towards the distance.

In the blink of an eye, the setting sun began to fall, and the bloody sky reflected a miserable sunset, and the setting sun was like blood.

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's just approaching dusk." Yang Jian walked on the road, muttering this poem from his previous life.

Norton's fatherly face appeared in his mind from time to time, from their chance encounter, to their master and apprenticeship, and finally like father and son, this period of time gave him the warmth of home, made him no longer feel lonely, and supported by fatherly love.

"Old man, I will definitely be your pride." Yang Jian clenched the fist in his hand, and a trace of flame flashed in his black eyes.

Yang Jian, who had just left Hans and his group and went to the headquarters of the Alchemy Guild by himself, was walking in the jungle covered with sun. He held a knife in his hand and cut open the obstructed branches from time to time. Thorns cut several small openings on his face.

A group of people were waiting here for a small piece of open space in the forest for a long time, and they met unexpectedly.

Lei Jian Cruise blocked Yang Jian's face, and the octopus hunter protected him behind him. Yang Jian's face was grim at this moment.

A large group of people surrounded them in the middle, and the leader stood up.

"Hehe, Mr. Yang, you are also an old friend of our Magic Guild." The leader smiled.

"Now that you are alone, you can't blame us for killing us."

Thunder Sword Cruise and the Octopus Hunter were covered in scars at this moment. They kept gasping for breath, but the sword and fists in their hands were always clenched, staring at the enemy with their eyes tightly.

"President Shalan has long calculated that your doll cannot use its skills in such a narrow place." The leader looked proud, "Today you are going to end here, I will get rid of my confidant troubles for the guild."

A group of people surrounded Yang Jian into a circle. They picked up the magic wand in their hands, pointed it at Yang Jian, and muttered something.

In this case, if Thunder Sword Cruz performs a sword drawing or a phantom sword dance, it will undoubtedly hurt the protected Yang Jian. The strong body of the octopus hunter can only protect Yang Jian from one direction, and the situation becomes extremely serious.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Yang Jian clenched his fists and said, "Why don't I have my own skills? Why can I rely on others to protect me?" He shouted in his heart.

"Since I am destined to be unable to have strength, why do you want me to come here in time?" A huge sense of loss swept across his body.

He fell to his knees, feeling that his life was about to end here, and an extremely depressed mood made his will to survive vaguely.

At this time, Lei Jian Cruise looked sideways and swept Yang Jian who was lying on the ground with his light. The Octopus Hunter continued to stare at the enemy opposite him vigilantly without any slacking off.

"Master", the words of Lei Jian Cruise flashed in Yang Jian's mind, "You taught me how to treat friends."

"Master", the octopus hunter's words flashed in my mind, "You taught me how to face difficulties in the face of desperate situations."

"Then," the two said at the same time, "When facing a desperate situation, we treat him as a brother."

Lei Jian Cruise held Yang Jian's hand with one hand, and the octopus hunter lifted his other hand, lifted him up, and put his hand on his shoulder.

The three of them faced the upcoming death calmly.

The fiery sparks reflected the three of them's resolute faces, and they felt that their fear of death had disappeared.

"Let's come here!" The three of them all shouted.

Thunder Sword Cruz held Thunder Sword's hands to accumulate strength, and a ray of light shot out from his eyes, intending to die with the enemy.

Time solidified at this moment, and fine snowflakes floated in the sky at some point.

A cold voice echoed in the clearing, "Brother, count me!"
Chapter completed!