let go of my anne

"The last question." The negotiation flowed slowly in an extremely friendly atmosphere, during which time Annie woke up, and Chen Senran began to tease her softly and tell her ghost stories.Because this negotiation has nothing to do with him, after finalizing some exchange of interests, this negotiation ended with Karthus accompanying Chen Senran to the north.

At the end of the negotiation, when Chen Senran was about to take Karthus out of the tent and head north, Murphy asked one last question.

"Why did you choose me?" He narrowed his sharp eyes and raised his brows, like a lion wanting to prey.

It's a pity that Karthus turned his back and didn't care about his aggression at all. He rubbed his dim staff and said in a relaxed tone, "Would you believe me if I said I'm patriotic?"

"I don't believe it." Murphy laughed, as if he didn't intend to continue the question.

"Actually, I don't believe it either." Karthus also laughed.

"Then, good luck to you all."

"Bon Voyage."

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"Then why?" Chen Senran was suddenly interested in this question, so he asked this question after he walked out of the tent.

"Why..." Karthus lowered the curtain of the tent, seemed to be thinking about this question, and he spoke after a long time.

"Probably... because Elena likes the flowers on the west coast very much, and I don't hope that one day, there will no longer be good-looking flowers there." Karthus seemed a little uncertain, he smiled, "Okay Come on, I really like your car." Karthus didn't dwell on this issue anymore, maybe it was just that Elena liked the flowers of the West Coast very much, so he wanted those flowers, and the flowers bloomed forever.

"Oh, by the way, Lao Du, your driving skills are also very good." He started to walk outside, and while walking, he did not forget to praise Lao Du who was walking in front of him.But Lao Du didn't respond at all.

"That's right." Chen Senran looked at Karthus' domineering back, and couldn't help sighing. This old monster who has lived for hundreds of years is really...

"Be good to Elena." The little girl who had been hiding in Chen Senran's arms also raised her head at this time, and also looked at the man who didn't look so tall and mighty and majestic gradually disappearing in the fog.

"Yes." Chen Senran patted the little Lolita's head, and walked into the fog.

"That... Xiao Sensen..." Little Annie leaned back into Chen Senran's arms again, and pressed her small face against Chen Senran's chest, feeling the beating of his heart.

"What?" Chen Senran lowered his head, trying to see Little Lolita's expression clearly, but her brows and eyes were covered by the thick fog.

"Well...if..." The little girl twisted her body a little uneasily, as if she didn't know how to speak, "if...one day...I...I..." She was me for a long time, and finally seemed to be willing to fight Liao generally closed his eyes and whispered.

"If one day I die..." But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Senran.

"Silly girl." Chen Senran stopped in his tracks, lifted up little Lolita, let her eyes look into his eyes, and said so seriously, "You are not allowed to say such things, with me here, you How could it be possible to die?"

With me here, how could you possibly die?

"Well." Little Annie smiled, that kind of smile pierced the entire fog brightly at that moment.

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People who want to save the world are still galloping on the endless road in horse-drawn carriages, and the place chosen by fate as the beginning of the collapse of the world has already begun to bleed.

night.There is heavy snow.

It's snowing again in the north.

On the high mountain, the wind is cold.

This is the end of the Freljord, and a hundred thousand yards back from here is all the land north of the Howling Marsh.

At this moment, the coalition formed by Avarosa and Demacia, including all the old, weak, women and children of Avarosa, has a total of 10 people gathered in this cramped corner, and they are almost completely driven out of Freire Land of the Drord.

It has been forced to almost the end of the road.

"It's really unlucky... You have to go out to watch the night in such a cold night. Why do you think we must help these savages? They are completely dead. It's better to go back to the West Coast and drink two glasses of ale." A man in blue and white The Demacian soldier in the armor let out a breath of air, glanced at the vast and boundless pitch-black land ahead, and couldn't help complaining a few words.

"Shut up, if your words are heard by General Galen, you will die." A soldier next to him stabbed him coldly, staring at the front without blinking, as if he was afraid that he would die in the next moment. There is a sharp machete chopping out from there.

"Anderson, you're just cowardly...I'm just...huh..." The guy who was stabbed by him muttered a few words but didn't say anything else. After all, he was full of awe for Galen.

The snow fell more and more heavily, almost submerging the sentry post at the forefront.

"I said Anderson..." The guy who seemed to be talking a lot began to chatter towards his fellow robe again. After all, in such a cold night, it was difficult to get through without talking.

Some of the other comrades have become accustomed to this talkative guy. Although the rules in the army are not to speak while on duty, everyone acquiesced to this matter at this time.

"I said, Jason, where's your wine? If you give me some wine, how about I chat with you?" Another guy who was also lying on the snow said with a smile.

"There is a bird feather wine, my wine has been taken away long ago, I don't know which bastard told the secret, and I was beaten with thirty army sticks, damn it, if I found out Which one, he must be killed." The talkative guy named Jason was obviously a veteran in the army, and he kept saying one thing after another.

"It must be those savages. You can see that they usually look unhappy with us. They must not see that you have good wine." The guy who begged for drinks seemed to have endless resentment when he mentioned the savages. "Tell me, those barbarians really don't know how to be grateful. I came all the way from Demacia to help them. As a result, we have been doing this kind of vigil. They went back to lie down comfortably. Really ..."

"All of you, don't say a few words..." It was the man named Anderson who spoke, looking like a good old man.

"Go, you're just a coward." The guy begging for drinks was upset with Anderson at this moment, and continued his chatter with a mocking sentence, "Anyway...uh..."

Very suddenly, the voice of the guy who was about to say something else stopped abruptly, and there was only time to leave a painful moan like a cock whose neck was snapped off.

He never had time to say anything after that anyway.

In the whole world, the wind and snow are biting.

It's so cold.

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Internship tomorrow, sleep.