Chapter 637

"Hannah, keep an eye on the intersection and stay here. Be careful of the dogs on the manor and the patrolling sheriff. Your two uncles salby and I will be back soon."

Stepping on the bright white moon, the faceless father said to Haina.

This is a strange world. The moon is at the foot, the bell tower is above the head, the roads extending in all directions are coiled like ribbons, and there are clouds of fog everywhere, cutting off the vision, leaving only a few messy and unspeakable buildings.

Father did come back as soon as he said. There was only one trance. Three people went and one came back.

He covered his chest, and the dazzling red blood trickled down the gap of his fingers to the ground, splashing the appearance of dogs and knights.

"It's the shadow warrior." my father still has no face, but he opens and closes his mouth, showing Haina's familiar appearance and Haina's familiar teeth. "Uncle salby won't come back. Let's go back to Egypt..."

However, they failed to return to Egypt.

Along the ribbon like winding road, father and daughter got into the fog at the end of the road. When Haina came back, her father had been surrounded by the shadow of no hands and no feet. Haina held her brother and stood confused next to a strange body.

"Hannah! Run with Sam! Run as far as you can. Don't look back!"

Poof!

Father's head flew up, ten meters... Twenty meters... Black blood poured in like a flood, dispersing the shadow and body, washing Haina back to the road and into another fog.

"Sister..."

Haina recovered, heard the sound and saw herself standing alone in the lighthouse.

"This is Cherbourg," she murmured in a voice over.

The lighthouse is the abandoned lighthouse in Cherbourg. Everything in it is what she remembers. It is rotten, with a musty smell at the tip of her nose. There are many broken stairs hanging on the cylindrical mottled wall, up and up until the end of her sight. It is visible for thousands of meters.

The middle of the tower column is surrounded by milk white auspicious clouds. The clouds are rolling, looming green mountains filled with treasures and rivers flowing milk and wine.

Seventy two naked and gorgeous virgins were playing among the mountains, rivers and clouds. They all looked like Carmen, and their voice was as moving as a robin.

"Heaven." Haina looked at heaven, still in a voice like a narrator.

"Do you see the kingdom of heaven?" there was a voice nearby.

Haina followed the sound and found a missing soup basin at her feet. The soup basin was filled with thick soup for half a night. A wet black cat lay in the soup and vomited.

"Can you tell me what the kingdom of heaven looks like, sister?" the kitten closed her eyes. "I want to see it, but I can't open my eyes..."

Haina squatted down and gently stroked the kitten, touching the sticky wet fur from the top of her head to her tail.

The tail is broken. It is only half the length of the palm. There is blood at the end, but the blood will never merge with the soup. It just gathers on one side of the basin and overflows to the ground.

"Sister, can I go to heaven? I ran away that time, and then... I ran away too."

Said the cat.

"Did Allah say that only those who are brave, fight, believe and have no regrets can ascend to heaven. Can I really go to heaven?"

Said the cat.

"It's so cold... It's not so cold, only a little cold... Sister, don't burn more firewood, don't prepare dinner for me, I'm not hungry..."

A pile of fire was lit around him. On the fire were earthen jars, which were hot and fragrant with milk.

Haina continues to touch the cat's fur. The place touched will be dry for a moment and fall. In the process of falling, it will become a feather and fly to the sky.

Haina's eyes looked up into the sky.

"Is it the wind?" the narrator wondered.

The whistling wind poured down from the spire, scattered the kingdom of heaven and tore up the auspicious clouds. The world suddenly darkened and lit up at the same time.

"Ah... It's Dao Guang."

"Get away, jezra!" Carmen screamed in a corner of the jungle.

In the other corner of the jungle, the middle door of Lev opened wide, and the bright red pupils locked the approaching blade.

"Bonette, come and cut off my head!"

"As you wish, Lev!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The wind is blowing!

The roaring wind gathered from all directions, stirred the treetops and raised dust.

The fallen leaves all over the ground whirled around the forest, chasing everyone's head and face like flying birds.

There was a moment's hesitation in chopping Haina's sword. Haina turned her hand, shook her caught wrist, and ran into a pirate's arms. Before the collision, her short knife stabbed into the diaphragm between his chest and abdomen.

Boom!

The encirclement broke open a gap, and the falling sword hit the early dead sailor.

Haina escaped the fatal disaster, landed and turned back. Her double knives rang in the crazy air flow, and the blade trembled to cut the throat of a Musketeer.

The hot blood splashed from the broken wound, was taken away by the wind in the forest, and blew on Haina's smooth face.

Until then, Haina finally had a sense of reality. She just fell into a dead end and broke free from the dead end at the time of a thousand uniform hair.

The legs are heavy, the muscles are sour, the breathing is heavy, and the wrists are shaking.

Her condition was unexpectedly bad.

The reason is that the stab at the tip of the knife had hurt her wrist, but until now, the injury was really conveyed in the form of pain.

Bonette... Is he strong enough?

Haina couldn't help looking at the battlefield of the high-end Bureau.

Lev fell on a thick tree trunk, and his right arm holding the sword twisted in an abnormal shape.

Bonette put his foot on his chest and raised his sword, but he couldn't chop it down.

There was a slender stabbing sword against the ruthless's concise sword calyx. Lorraine didn't know when to break free from the fallen tree. With bruises all over his body, he held the sword in both hands and formed a stalemate with Bonet.

The wind is shouting!

Lorraine bowed and maintained the wrestling posture. The wind rolled everything around him from behind him, and beat bonette's body like a rebellious spirit.

Bonette could only squint, and the red light bloomed between his eyes.

"One day, I never thought I could see Warner Heim's exhalation again..."

"Is it because of stepping on the earth? Or is it because of life-threatening? Maybe it's just because of the strong wind today."

Lorraine grinned and joked.

"Niord doesn't like Asgard's people and things. We all know this, so his inspiration to me is particularly clear only when he challenges you or lev."

"But whalers are not soldiers." bonette's voice was cold. "Even with niord's favor, I am still stronger today."

"Whalers are not soldiers, I am." Lorraine pushed bonette's sword a little higher, suddenly raised his leg and put a knee on his chest.

Bonette was forced to take two steps back by the great force. Leif freed himself, hung his right arm and handed the uncrowned king to his left hand.

Lorraine shuddered his sword and pointed to bonette's eyebrows.

"You haven't lost your mind, Bonet. You should know that simple strength can't determine the ownership of victory."

"You are really strong. Neither I nor Haina nor LEV in his heyday can defeat you now."

"But there are three of us." Lorraine bowed his head slightly. "Leif with broken arms, Haina with no strength, and me cared for by niord, you can't kill us all. Someone will take off your head before we die."

"That's it, Lorraine, before you die." bonette laughed wildly. "No matter who the final victory belongs to, most of you will die today, here! In... My hands!"

"Really..." Lorraine didn't hesitate and flinch as bonette expected.

The wind seemed to be getting worse, and the lush branches and leaves were noisy and noisy. It was full of clattering symphonies, and even obscured the sound of distant guns.

Lorraine stood in the center of the wind.

"Do you live to make me unhappy? In order to make me leave a painful memory, you can even bet your life?"

"Huh?"

"I won't die!" Lorraine looked up, his eyes shining with absolute and confident light. "Everyone here is willing to die for me, so I will never die."

"And you will die. As you said, die today, die here, die in this unprotected act aimed at killing me."

"You will die and fail. Your life is worthless. Even if you get lucky to go to the spirit temple, there will be nothing to boast about!"

"If this is the dusk you want..." Lorraine shook his hand and cut through the wind. "Bonette Eriksson, try to kill me!"