My Heroic Life

My Heroic Life Chapter 201

The European Joint Intelligent Quantum Computer [Almighty] is drawing resources to speculate the results, but Da Vinci is more keenly aware of the clues.

"Wait, there will be a wonderful blank time after the most unfavorable battles. Is this..."

Da Vinci had guessed the result intuitively, and on the other hand, Roland's situation had worsened.

The body of the long-black young man shrank into a ball on the bed, and a figure flashed in his mind. The former friend, the colleague who died in battle, the parting lover, and even Jason and others who died not long ago were among them.

Countless figures appeared one by one and disappeared one by one, leaving Roland alone in the loneliness, watching forever the land they had bleed and fought for.

But this land, does this country still need him?

Under the influence of emotions, young people think about this problem uncontrollably.

It seems that everything that should be done has been done. Decades have passed and the current country is no longer the one he understands. More than that, people’s thinking and mainstream consciousness are different, and various interest groups have been formed. Of course, they don't want a legend to come back to life, standing on their heads and gesticulating.

You shouldn't be here anymore, right?Roland thought so, and then started thinking about where to leave.

The nearest Rome?The original Huaxia in the world?Or Britain across the strait?There seems to be no difference, where is it still a lonely wandering?

In the final analysis, he is nothing but a rootless duckweed in this world, just like a piece of incompatible sand in a water bottle filled with water. It seems that he cannot blend in with this world anyway. If the loneliness of others is only on the surface, Then he is different from other people in essence, he is the transcender of the soul descending, and the only lonely person in this world.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt tired and exhausted, just like when he was a child, he was running wild with other children and was left behind. When there was only one person left and moving forward out of breath, he didn't want to run anymore and wanted to go home. Up.

But where is home?How do you go back again?He thought, and then, under the seduce of the vicious curse, stepped towards the end set for him—death.

The young man with a somewhat vague mind pressed his hand on his throat little by little, and his hand muscles began to contract slightly, and the sweet death under the curse makeup was seduce him. It seemed that as long as he tightened his hands and smashed his throat, he Freed, you can no longer be troubled by negative emotions and return to the hometown in the memory.

"Wait! Lan! Be sober!"

Looking at Roland, who was holding his neck, Leonardo finally couldn't help making a sound, but the young man didn't respond to it until the next moment, the blue-haired saint rushed into the house through the window with a roar and blast.

"Lan!"

Malda yelled in panting, and Da Vinci had told the girl about the situation along the way. She looked up at this time and met Roland's eyes.

What kind of eyes are they?

Silent, empty, emotionless, not even desperate, Malda could not describe in words the feeling that these eyes brought to her, but she knew what to do at this time.

The blue-haired saint rushed straight to the young man on the bed. She forcibly separated Roland's arms with her hands, and then directly hugged him in her arms. The magic circuit in her body flashed with intense light.

"miracle!"

The skill was activated in the shout, and the holy light circulated between them.

"Da Vinci! How is it?"

"It works! The value has risen! Wait, it's falling again!"

"Tsk! A miracle!"

Malda was stunned anxiously, and then activated this skill that could eliminate the negative state of others again. The light in the room flashed again, and Roland's consciousness was briefly awake, and then he fell into the torrent of side effects again.

"miracle!"

"miracle!"

"miracle!"

The holy white light came on again and again, dragging Roland’s consciousness out of the quagmire time and time again, but each time lasted only a few seconds, and then the value began to decline, just like countless hands pulling young people trying to pull him Dragged into hell, but only Malda was on the other side of the rope.

The girl clenched her teeth during frequent skill releases, and the magic circuit in her body was overwhelmed at this time. The overheated human physical force seemed to tear her body, and the meridians burned into the bone marrow.

In this intense pain, the body of the blue-haired saint trembled slightly, and the omnipotent person's anxious persuasion came from her ears.

"Malda dear! You have used the skill too many times! Stop it!"

The blue-haired girl's face was distorted due to severe pain. She turned to look at the young man in her arms and found that he was still not out of the state of life and death.

Tears swelled in Malda’s eyes. She suddenly remembered the conversation she had with Alisa. Roland told the Pope that she was tired, and now the truth hidden by him is in front of her. Malda finally understood this sentence. The meaning of the words, the inner self-blame is unbearable.

"Sorry, it's all because of me, sorry."

The blue-haired girl held her youth in tears. She cried with grief and regretted that she lied to the Pope because of her shyness. It was the lie that brought Marda and Jean to Roland, and she would have decided not to retire. Roland, who asked about the world, was once again involved in danger.

This time Joan of Arc was involved in the demon realm. Malda should have come to rescue him, but because Roland did not want her to encounter danger, he stepped forward. The pain the young man suffered at this time was caused by replacing the girl, Malda The tears began to be uncontrollable when I thought of this.

In fact, Malda is sometimes a little weird. Roland is a bit too good for them. The life-saving grace at the beginning will not be mentioned for the time being. Later, the acceptance of the two and the careful care in life make her feel in her heart. Kind of wonderful feeling.

After working overtime, every time I saw him preparing food and reading in the lighting room, I hated the trouble of peeling shrimps. When he watched him helplessly deal with it and put it in his mouth, he watched TV together and occupied the remote control. Forcing him to accompany him to watch soap operas.

He always spoiled the two with a helpless smile, and even gave Marda a feeling of being spoiled. Let alone Joan of Arc, the blue-haired saint was almost lawless in front of him, so she accepted it. With his kindness, even the rescue of Joan was done by Roland, and Roland once again fulfilled her wish.

At the cost of this side effect, which is simply self-destructive.

So what should I do?

Malda was crying, her eyes gradually firm.

"I must let you know, I am not the kind of bad woman who only knows unlimited requests."

She rubbed her tears on the young man's shoulders, with a life-and-death smile on her face, and her body radiated again amidst Leonardo's stopping sound.

"Before I die, no one should kill you, not even yourself."

Chapter 66: A Knowing Strike to Steal a Home

"Malda! Stop it, the skills of the heroes are related to the soul!"

"I know, but even so..."

The blue-haired girl's voice in his ears, Roland's almost rigid consciousness gradually became clearer, his hollow eyes turned to the figure on his shoulders, and then his dead pupils gradually focused.

At this time, Malda’s almost perfect body was covered with red bruises, which were bruises caused by overloading the magic circuit in the body. If it weren’t for Malda’s physical skills, these injuries would have broken through the body and caused twice. Hurts.

The body is like this, and the soul at the root of the skill is even more overwhelmed. Malda, who is still unleashing the skill, has a pale face. In Roland's eyes, a little bit of soul is accelerating to spill out of the girl's body.

The shocking scene was transmitted to the brain through the retina. At this moment, Roland struggled with his own consciousness and finally escaped the control of the curse. He raised his trembling hands and tried his best to push Malda up, and the light of his skills Finally extinguished.

"what are you doing!"

"Lan..."

Malda looked at the young man weakly, she smiled, but felt the young man's hands on her shoulders trembling all the time.

"The value has stabilized at 20! It is slowly recovering, Lan Qin hold on!"

Da Vinci's holographic projection stood by to cheer for the youth, and Roland watched Malda's face twisted with tears.

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