let go of my anne

Time goes back to 3 minutes ago.

When the sky is full of arrows.Chen Senran finally saw the red praying mantis that had been frozen into ice. It was only at this moment that he suddenly remembered that he had put down such a praying mantis a long time ago, which he had completely forgotten. Row to death, worthless pawn.No wonder my nerves were pulled for no reason, I planted a deadly seed in that guy's mental power.

At that moment, Rengar was within ten yards of Ashe.The bow-bending woman stopped her trembling hands and drew the last arrow from the arrow basket behind her.

With just one glance, and seeing Galen kneeling there leaning on his sword, Chen Senran basically analyzed the situation on the field.

Galen and the woman were at stake.

"What do you mean?" While mobilizing the flame energy in his body, Chen Senran squinted at Karthus who was following behind him, who finally raised his head from the adventure notebook at this moment.

Of course he was going to save Galen, even though the guy with the lion face looked invincible, but Galen, regardless of his cooperation status with him.

After all, after all, they also drank together.If Chen Senran wanted to watch a man die while holding empty wine glasses and colliding with each other silently on a dimly lit night, he couldn't do it.

Of course, he didn't just want to die because of a feverish brain. Little Annie was still waiting for him. The reason why he dared to have this idea was because Karthus was behind him.So, no matter how powerful that lion face is, it should not be able to beat this old guy who has lived for hundreds of years.

But at the moment, Karthus was following him embarrassingly. He really didn't know what the old man was up to, so he didn't dare to act rashly. In case the old man felt that he had exposed him, he would strike back...

Let alone Galen, I have to explain here tonight.

"Look again." Karthus glanced at the red mantis that had been frozen into ice, and then fixed his eyes on the lion-faced human body that was walking towards Ashe step by step. He closed the book, and the eyes hidden behind the black cloak burst into a deep purple brilliance.

Chen Senran remained silent. He couldn't refute Karthus's answer. This old ghost obviously found something he was interested in. He didn't have any compassion for the woman who was about to be killed, but it was true, this old guy Having lived for so many hundreds of years, he has killed countless people. He doesn't care about one more death or one less death in this world.

Chen Senran doesn't care either, he just wants to save Galen. As for that woman... Although she looks very beautiful, and she is extremely heroic when she bends her bow and shoots arrows, she is very likely to be the Ava mentioned in Galen's letter Queen of Rosa, former uncrowned king of the Freljord, famous ice archer Ashe.But, but, Chen Senran was...not familiar with her at all.

So, she died, who cares?

Chen Senran has never been a bad guy, even though he could use that woman's power to maximize his attack, Karthus refused.

This means that Chen Senran's back is not safe.

"That person is Galen." Chen Senran just said this at the end, reminding Karthus that that person must not die, otherwise your idea of ​​saving the world will be ruined.

"I know." Karthus' tone was a little excited, looking at the monster with a lion's face and a human body as if he had seen some treasure.

So, the two men just looked at a woman with trembling arms and a pale face. One of them pulled the last arrow, facing a monster that would definitely tear her to pieces, with calm eyes.

It's a cruel thing.However, how many things in this world are really possible to protect the weak and sacrifice their lives bloodily for justice and fairness like those ghostly knight novels.

However, perhaps, it was really to teach these two bastards a lesson. At that moment, that dazzling ice long arrow condensed into a point and shot out suddenly, and the guy with the lion face roared arrogantly and rushed forward. Moment.

Galen, who had been leaning on the ground with his sword, raised his head with difficulty, raised the great sword named Fearless, and charged silently and fearlessly.

This is probably the difference between a hero and an asshole.Tonight, at this time of heavy snow, the most dramatic scene was staged for the world.

"Idiot." Karthus probably frowned and cursed in a low voice, his tone was a little angry, as if someone had interrupted a peerless show.Still, he raised the staff in his hand.

Galen's charging speed was not too fast, but the noisy sound of stepping on the snow caught Rengar's attention immediately, but the guy with the lion face didn't care about Galen, the little ant, he just turned sideways With a cold snort, two powerful hands with ferocious claws unstoppably grabbed the arrow that was not flying too fast.

After shooting the last arrow, Ashe's body went limp. If she hadn't been leaning on the ground with the big ice bow, she would definitely lie on the ground and never stand up again.

Rengar finally caught the radiant long arrow, as if he picked up a branch from the ground with ease, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, just about to use his brute force to knock the whole arrow away. The arrow broke violently, but in the next moment the whole person froze there.

The arrow that was held in the palm of his hand was instantly shattered into a thick cold brilliance, enveloping Rengar's whole body in it.

The next moment, the arrogant lion-faced monster was abruptly frozen in the air, still maintaining that contemptuous smile, which looked extremely ironic.

The charging Galen froze for a moment, stopped, and finally fell exhausted into the snow. He lay on the ground and looked at the dark night sky. Snowflakes kept falling on his face. He licked his lips, gasped and shouted to Ashe: "You... saved me again..."

Ashe just nodded, but she didn't have the strength to speak anymore.

However, Chen Senran noticed that Karthus still did not let go of the hand holding the staff, and even recited a low-pitched incantation, which means...

"Kara—"

"Kalalala——" The next moment, the ear-piercing sound of cracking ice suddenly resounded in the air.

The lion ice sculpture that was frozen there cracked a crack, followed by a second crack, and then countless cracks spread like a spider web.

Dead silence.

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Today, I suddenly remembered Little Fifth Brother's Hunting Country. I searched it, but there was still no update. There were very few people speaking in the book review area.Looking back at the homepage again, I randomly clicked on a strongly recommended book, which was unsightly.

Only one sentence, nine words, came to mind.

When there are no heroes, Shuzi became famous.

How many people still remember that once upon a time there was a man named Dancing who was invincible?

sad.