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Chapter 242 go home(2/2)

People destroy it.

"Hmph~~"

Sharna let out a cold snort. Her other hand suddenly displayed her golden spear. Her straight and proud back was as powerful as the goddess of war. After a few turns, the golden spear carried the power of ten thousand hectares.

It was suddenly thrust into the ground amidst the trembling sound of the earth.

"Kara Kara——"

The sturdy and wear-resistant marble floor began to crack with the gun as the center of the circle. Huge paving stones weighing several tons continued to break into small pieces, and then were thrown high into the air and scattered on the heads of the surrounding adventurers, like a cloud.

There was a violent rain of stones, and the damaged ground actually cracked into a huge semicircular pit with a complete shape. The spear was quietly inserted in the center of the round pit, standing proudly in the wind like its owner.

The adventurer was shocked. The power of this warning blow did not lie in its power. A powerful warrior could also cause the same destructive power. The real subtlety lay in the control of force. This was not a seven-star bead.

He can create a huge semicircular pit casually, and he actually uses a gun as a medium to form such a perfect and horrifying semicircular pit. He can even control the direction in which the gravel is scattered. This is completely beyond Lu Gao's ability.

Due to the skills that adventurers can understand, he has occupied the position of the number one master in the Western Kingdom in just two months. It is so terrifying. Queen Lu Gaoyin is indeed well-deserved.

The adventurer, who was well aware of the subtlety of this move, shook his head dejectedly, not daring to look at it again. Comparing people with each other was so irritating, so he should go home and practice it again. Now he can even shine the other person's shoes.

None of the qualifications.

Among all the people, I was the only one who was not surprised but overjoyed. First, the onlookers left, and even the air was a little fresher, which was very good. Second, I didn’t notice this move at all because I didn’t have a good eye.

What's clever is that I just think it's very handsome, and I don't think I can do this trick one day...

The onlookers on the road were all astigmatized, so I was naturally happy to relax. After a while, I returned to my small villa. Looking at this small but well-equipped two-story Arabic-style bungalow, my sister glanced at me.

"You know how to enjoy it."

"This..." You can't say it was given to me by the Fat Pig King. If you say that, you will definitely be questioned again.

"Grandpa Ryan gave this to me." I thought cleverly and found the scapegoat. I believe that Ryan is a mature man. Even if Sister Sharna does run over to confirm, he will be very cunning and deal with it.

"Ryan?" Sister Sharna frowned and thought for a while.

"Is this the clansman of that old bookworm?"

Bookworm? Another moment of silence for Kane.

"That's it. If sister needs it, Grandpa Ryan will definitely give you another set." In the spirit of a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist, I pushed Ryan into the fire pit without hesitation.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter where I live."

A trace of loneliness flashed in Sharna's eyes. Where is her home? Maybe it's just there. It's so ironic that the place she has always hated is the only home she identifies with.

"Sister, where I, Wu Fan, am, is your home." I held my sister's little hand tightly and pointed at the house and said decisively.

"This is your home."

Looking at me blankly, my sister suddenly showed an extremely gentle smile. At that moment, I felt as if I was facing Vilas and stroking my hair. The two years of constant fighting have made me already reach a certain point.

Maybe I'm a little taller now that I've grown taller. My sister, who was originally standing side by side with me, can only reach my eyebrows now, and the childish look on her face has gradually faded away. My sister looked at me carefully for a long time and said softly.

"How long has it been since we first met? It's been two years, three months and twenty-five days. Brother, you have really grown up a lot." It's rare that Sister Sharna doesn't usually show her eyes.

There was a happy and complicated look in any emotional eyes.

Two years, three months and twenty-five days? I didn’t expect that my sister could even count the days so clearly. From those precise numbers, I seemed to see my sister’s back counting the days with her fingers. How lonely she was.

and loneliness.

Wiping my wet eyes, I held my sister's thin little hand tightly.

"Don't stand at the door talking, let's go home, sister."

"Yes." What came from behind was a calm reply filled with lightness and joy.

"bump--"

Just when I was about to reach out for the handle, the door suddenly opened by itself without warning. No, it didn't open by itself. The figure that appeared behind the door immediately made my movements stiff.

"Welcome back, my master, would you like to eat first, take a shower first, or say~~"

The voice paused in astonishment, and the white bun-headed Princess Sanwu looked at Sister Sharna behind me.

In fact, what I want to say most now is why don’t you hide in your library!!

"It turns out that a guest is here. It's really rude." Princess Sanwu bowed gracefully and gracefully.

Suddenly there was an unkind look from behind me, which made my back feel as if needles were pricking it.

"Not a guest, but a host."

A cold voice came over. I don't know if I should say that Moissa was crazy or something else. She had such a power that could make all adventurers shudder. She didn't even flinch. Her pair of eyes still didn't reveal a trace of life, as if they came from nothingness.

Her eyes, like a doll's, raised her head monotonously (because of her height), and her gaze passed over me and looked behind me, with a sense of indifference as if he was being forced by others, and the breeze was blowing over the hills.

There is a horrible smell called gunpowder intertwined in the air. The princess versus the queen is obviously the best example of incompatibility. God, what did I do wrong? At this moment, I just want to cover my face and cry like those adventurers.
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