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Chapter 245 Niya(2/2)

Luo Long's eyes were instantly wrapped in water mist.

While wiping his tears, he walked out, but his father, who was killed by the enemy, appeared in his heart in order to save himself.

The Holy Land Warrior who is less than thirty years old is originally the hope of the entire family.

However, he died at the hands of the enemy because he saved his son.

Luo Long gritted his teeth and tried his best not to cry.

"I knew that he had been hating me and hating me for killing his son! I knew..."

In the hall.

Leobo slowly scans the statue of his ancestors.

There are two spaces available.

After a long time, he snapped his fingers gently.

"Bang..."

A crisp sound echoed in the hall.

A man in black appeared outside the hall and half kneeled on the ground.

"Go, if he dare not do it, you can help him as...what said before." Leobo quietly looked at the dusk in Athens.

The dark sky light slowly flowed into his eyes.

Luo Long ran out of the gate and ran to the civilian area, constantly recalling the conversation between Rick and others, finding the street where Rick's home lived, and then asking people nearby to determine Rick's specific address.

Walking to the door of Rick's house, he pushed open the door and walked in slowly.

The Rick House is a typical Athenian house, built of rocks and painted with white plaster.

A few steps into the door is a small yard, one of which is a wall and the other three are rooms.

Luo Long stopped in the yard and looked at the people under the corridor column.

Under the dim night light in the evening, a girl in a gray robe was holding a piece of brown cowhide in her hand, slowly groping, as if measuring the size.

A look of joy suddenly appeared on the girl's face, but then she was stunned for a moment, her smile disappeared, she slowly turned her head, and leaned her left ear towards the door.

"Hello, are you here to find your brother? We probably don't know each other, because I have never heard your footsteps." The girl's voice was like a yellow oriole in the valley, crisp and pleasant.
Chapter completed!
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