The Magician of Clow

Chapter 812 There is only this longing, there is no falsehood

He was torn together with the alchemist and Meng Lang, and was surrounded by Liming, Mucheng and others watching the moon god hunting in his hands. The next second he heard the words that made his smile disappear, Fang Ran said in a serious and solemn voice:
"Can you not go?"

"No."

Fang Ran: "."

Then he was greeted with a resuscitation smile.

In all fairness, I can understand why there is such a link. Strictly speaking, the national war is a competition between the official forces of the participants, showing the strength of both sides. Although it will inevitably smell of gunpowder, everyone is representative of the forces of various countries. Still have to work hard on the scene.

It's just that Fang Ran really didn't want to face the three people he had just pitted.

Especially in the last second of the rank battle, although he couldn't see the black haze in front of him very clearly, the black sexy lace that seemed to be studied beside a hot spring
I always feel so embarrassed that I can't breathe.

Seeing the expression on his stiff face that he was probably starting to think about how to get away, he smiled helplessly, the black suit fit the beautiful president's hand on his waist, and the other hand rested on his forehead with a smile:

"I can understand your concern, brother Fang Ran. After all, you just used that method to eliminate the other two. It's inevitable that you will be embarrassed to meet at this time. Speaking of which, you don't need to go to this exchange meeting most of the time."

"That"

"But that's based on the premise that both sides are already familiar with each other. This time not only we sent all new people, but the other side also has faces they have not seen before."

Recalling Fang Ran's awe-inspiring determination and courage in the battle just now, and then looking at him, whether he was going back to his original shape or flinching like a deceit, he sighed helplessly:

"And most importantly, with the intensity of the battle just now, do you think it's appropriate for you not to go, brother Fang Ran?"

"Hey, don't worry, Xiao Fang, both of our A-levels can see it in your communication room~"

Where is your reassurance?
Hearing the wicked laugh of the alchemist, Fang Ran suddenly felt that the body on the other side was locked by Meng Lang.

"Let's talk first, bro, don't think about running away when it comes to national honor this time, you can take the responsibility of the mastermind honestly for me, don't worry, I won't say a word as an accomplice who doesn't know anything for a while. ."

So where does your words reassure me? ! !

There is no way, it involves righteousness, and Fang Ran already understands that running away seems impossible. Before he made this plan, he thought that everyone would see each other after the fight, so after he let go and made a fuss, Wan Wan Didn't expect this to work.

"little or"

So Fang Ran could only cast the eyes of an abandoned puppy on Gou Yu, with the expectation of 'will you help me hold the scene for a while', and then saw Gou Yu embarrassed and pretended not to see it Look away.

"That. Captain, I got you a new suit."

Fang Ran, my heart is ashes.jpg
But the only thing that is fortunate is that the place for the post-war communication (talking about the scene) is not a physical area like the viewing room, and there is no ability to stand up and talk in the air like the A-level bosses. Here is actually a remote arcane projection. .

Fang Ran was slightly relieved to know this, but fortunately there was no real person to meet.

Of course, Fang Ran was definitely not afraid of being beaten.
It's just that when he, Meng Lang and Gou Yu were in a separate room separated from the viewing room, after starting the remote arcane projection and opening his eyes, he looked down and looked at his hands that were completely free of vignetting, transparent, and nearby like The corners of the mouth couldn't help twitching when the two rooms with different styles were half joined together.

What's the difference between this and meeting a real person? (covers face and tears)

Then there was no hostility to the two-meter-tall black man with sunglasses. Instead, he nodded with a calm and hoarse voice that was quite magnanimous and somewhat admired.

"I'm convinced, whether it's the plan or the strength worthy of the night weapon, it's quite an amazing performance, the successor of the group, Fang Ran, I remember the name."

He and Neil restored the taciturn paralyzed face, and quietly and succinctly whispered,

"Next time, I won't despise your existence. I hope to meet you in the scene one day."

After saying such words, Fang Ran, who was under great pressure, had a sullen face, and let himself try his best to get closer to the high-cold aura of Suqun and nod his head.

I'm embarrassed to say that I don't really understand what they said.
In my heart, I gritted my teeth and wept, thinking that the two unscrupulous guys really didn't say a word to the baby. Fang Ran felt the sight from those blue eyes from the beginning, which seemed to be strong. Under the calm expression, he silently bit the tip of his tongue.

Due to the failure of the previous insurance measures, the restlessness that belongs to every normal boy, the more Fang Ran controls himself not to think about it, the more he thinks of the more and more perfect black hazy picture that his brain makes up, so that in the end he can only use the My other big must-kill brain memory blinds a few PS techniques - forced calm!
Brother wears a bad omen, brother wears a bad omen, brother wears a bad omen, brother wears a bad omen ! ! !
Meng Lang, who was not aware of it, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and looked at Fang Ran, who seemed calm but knew that he had never even passed the fourth level, and definitely did not understand a word.

Do you always feel like my brother is thinking of something bad?
"next time."

Meng Lang and Gou Yu, who were paddling water, had nothing to say, and Fang Ran, the winner, could say nothing. After Leonidas and Neil, Osphia clenched her palms in a low voice. He raised his azure blue eyes and glanced at Fang Ran one last time, then turned around and left with the tips of his brilliant blond hair.

"I will never lose."

She used this sentence in Chinese.

Seeing her figure slowly disappearing into arcane light shavings, Leonidas and Neil also slowly cut off the arcane projection. Meng Lang glanced back and forth and keenly noticed that there seemed to be something different. In the atmosphere, Fang Ran poked his elbow on the side, and his heart was actually madly reciting the mandatory calm spell.

"Hey, brother, how do you feel about being hated by a foreign beauty? I'll tell sister Xiaoran when I go back, saying that you are messing with flowers outside."

"Fuck, brother, can you be a person! Besides making small reports, do you want to order anything else!?"

"Go! You are not qualified to say this!!!"

On the other side, after the remote communication of arcane projections ended, Osfiah left the room without saying a word, and walked towards the exit of the viewing area.
There is nothing about her here.

It was only at the end of the corridor with oil paintings hanging on the walls that the long white-blond hair appeared majestic and noble in the light of the sky, and the figure she had been hiding from the end of the rank battle, the strong and calm she had maintained, suddenly panicked.

"Ancestor. I."

Her voice trembled, and she didn't know where to start her words. Osphia, who was calm and resolute just now, was like a little girl who failed her exam and didn't know how to face her parents.

Self-blame, remorse, and unwillingness are mixed together to become sour and bitter, obviously with the reminder of the ancestors, obviously with the white wings given by the teacher, and clenching the cuffs of the dress, Osfiah has never felt that it is so difficult to speak. thing.

He was clearly chasing the line of words on the note, and he had finally met the object of his longing, but all the time he had spent, he failed to achieve his desire to show his best side.

I'm so unhappy, I'm so unhappy.
Just looking at her figure with her head lowered, Le Guin walked slowly in front of her, the moment when her eyes were wet with grievance and wanted to cry,

Osphia suddenly felt the warmth of being gently hugged.

It's not comfort, but a soft praise from the heart, just the existence of a word can illuminate Osfiah like the sun, and the moment she can't hold on biting her lip, she hears Le Guin's voice. Happy and proud.

"Effort is never in vain, you've done a great job over the years, Opie."

Nearly ten years of hard work, the time engraved in only my own memory, at the moment when I finally got the approval of the person I longed for,

Even the tears became worth it.

From the collision of the seven-layered arcane ring, the zero-riding white wing and the magical energy radiance, and the hunting of the moon god, that rank battle, whether it was Fang Ran or Osphia, had their own efforts. full meaning.

The promise made with a chuckle in the sunshine in the ward, and the determination made with trepidation on the cross-country train shined brightly in this C-level battle. In fact, the reason for both of them was unexpected.
They all want to move forward more hard towards where they are looking forward to.

Have you ever worked tirelessly with passion, have you ever thought about squeezing out your full potential, and feeling sweat dripping down in a time when you are only yourself,

For nothing else, just want a certain person to praise you,
well done.

It's like holding his Tang saber for the person who can't appear on the stage, while carrying the glory that belongs to the nobles handed down from a hundred years ago, even if the weight cannot be equal,

But perhaps, as the queen said in the closet of the battlefield 100 years ago, some things have no distinction between big and small,

Only this vision is not false.
　Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I have already figured out the general, but as soon as I want to describe full details and full emotion word by word, I have a big head, alas, I won't go bald like this The price of not wanting water is really heavy, but to be honest, I found that the great gods are also watery occasionally. The two books I am chasing now, the first sequence of the Elbow God, occasionally find that it is very watery. As for the squid Great God, let’s be honest, this western hard fantasy, mysterious punk style with Cthulhu background, all kinds of potion foreshadowing forces are so complicated that the dark lines are so complicated that I can’t even see the foreshadowing. Curly-haired baboon, even the squid can't see if it is in the water (covering his face and crying)
　　
　
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