Even if you die, you have to do it.

"Kill without mercy! Take action!" In the roar, Wilson had already fallen to the ground.

The black wooden cone carried the power of thunder and stabbed towards the face.

Suddenly, a dark blue color flashed out, condensed on the solid ice, and lay in front of Wilson, blocking the fatal blow for him.

The wooden cone pierced the ice fiercely, and continued to thrust forward.

The layers of solid ice cracked and finally exploded, but it also exhausted the power of the wooden cone at the last moment.

Wilson flew back with the shooting ice, then turned around and fled, leaving a trace of blood behind. His roar full of hatred echoed in the air: "What you do today will definitely be rewarded!"

"Father Quinn!" Hilaire shouted and rushed over.

The ice that Quinn had just melted had broken, and a black wooden cone was nailed in the middle of his chest.

The blue light no longer flickered, and Quinn's eyes were blurred. He held his breath and stood there stubbornly, refusing to fall down.

"Why did he help Wilson block the fatal blow?" Chuton, who was shocked by the sudden scene just now, saw Quinn take action this time and knew that the old man had hidden a lot of strength before.

Not to mention why he hides, but that he can immediately turn into ice for defense after dodging. This ability to control the elements is really amazing.

Quinn's face turned gray, and the light in his eyes faded a bit. He slowly took out a dark blue ring from his arms, with a pattern composed of six blood-red spikes clearly engraved on it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Quinn looked at the ring carefully, the expression in his eyes was very complicated, including nostalgia, attachment, unwillingness, loneliness, sadness, and regret, as if on this small ring

Carrying the entirety of his life.

"Why?" Siler asked tremblingly.

She hesitated for a moment, then took Old Quinn's hands and slowly sent a stream of life energy over.

Zhuzhu also came close at this time. She said nothing, looking at Grandpa Quinn, who was the closest to her in the past, with big tears falling, and her brown eyes were full of grievances, sadness and confusion.

Old Quinn also looked at Zhuzhu, his eyes gradually filled with water. He frowned, closed his eyes and opened them again, but he looked behind Silaire, with a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Behind Silaire, a tall, bald old man seemed to appear out of thin air, wandering out from nowhere. He had a thin and clear face, an outstanding expression, and was wearing a blue gown and a pair of hemp shoes at his feet.

Looking at this attire, she looks like someone from outside the world.

But he happened to be carrying a huge baggage on his back. He didn't know what was inside the bulging bag, and it seemed very cumbersome and cumbersome to walk. The fat man's pocket rucksack was not too small, and it was also bulging, but compared with this old man, it was a small witch.

I met the great witch.

The old man was holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and with a few pulls, he swept everyone in front of him to both sides. He walked closer, glanced at Silaire and Zhuzhu, nodded, and turned to Quinn.

Quinn looked at the old man, feeling a little excited. He wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood poured out.

Seeing this scene, Zhuzhu took a step forward, nestled against Old Quinn, and cried.

With a crisp "ding" sound, Quinn popped out the ring in his hand, and the old man grabbed it in his hand.

"Blood thorn! Huh!" The old man looked at the ring in his hand and snorted coldly, his face uncertain.

Quinn's face flushed, and the light in his eyes seemed to have recovered a little. He looked at the old man steadily, his eyes full of expectation.

"Things in the world are unpredictable! Although you and I only met once, we are still old acquaintances. I really didn't expect you to endure it for so many years. It must be very hard for you! Okay! Missing you has not hurt this mother and daughter.

I will not pursue your matter any further! Just go with peace of mind! I will give the ring to that person!" the old man said calmly.

After saying that, he ignored Quinn, half-turned around, and began to look at the fat man beside him who had regained his innocent look, as if he was very concerned about the orange coat.

Old Quinn was relieved when he heard this, and a difficult smile appeared on his lips. The light in his eyes dimmed again, as if he was very tired and was about to fall asleep.

He relied on Silaire's life energy to support him until now, but his vitality was gone and it was already the last moment.

As the old man turned around, Old Quinn's eyes also moved to Silaire.

Silaire saw old Quinn trying to keep his eyes open and looking over, his lifeless eyes full of apology and a hint of helplessness.

She was sad in her heart and increased the transmission of life energy, but she saw old Quinn shook his head, lowered his head and bent down with difficulty, as if bowing, and then leaned back and fell to the ground, dead.

Tears fell uncontrollably. Silaire half-knelt beside old Quinn, hugged Zhuzhu, and sobbed. She said silently in her heart: "Dad Quinn! You don't have to blame yourself! No matter what the reason is, I will

I believe you have a compelling reason! Thank you for your care over the years! I really can’t bear to leave you!”

The atmosphere is sad and depressing.

The fat man showed off his power just now and almost killed a high-level injection master, but now he is not happy at all, and his heart is heavy.

Although he didn't deal with Old Quinn when they first met, and the facts proved his suspicions and speculations about Old Quinn, but now that he saw the old man ending miserably in this way, he felt bad in his heart.

He knew that Old Quinn was most likely a subordinate of Wilson, and at least had some special connection. The last sentence that the dead man said, "Kill without mercy!" was obviously meant for Quinn, from a literal analysis.

, it should be to let Quinn take the opportunity to kill Silaire or Zhuzhu.

If old Quinn had really done that at that time, the outcome was really hard to say. At least from the previous situation, it seemed that Siler was going all out and would not protect himself at the same time.

Fortunately, old Quinn did not harm the Hilaire mother and daughter, but chose to protect Wilson with his life.

"Little fat man! That's right! I'm talking about you!" the bald old man shouted at the fat man.

"What little fat guy? Why am I so small?!" The fat guy was thinking about something, but was suddenly interrupted. He felt very uncomfortable and came back angrily.

The old man was not angry, he smiled, pointed at the weird things scattered on the ground and asked: "Did you do all these things?"

"Hmm! A family tradition! What's wrong?" The fat man returned angrily.

"Very good! Besides, you are pretty good at acting!" the old man continued with a joking tone.

"It's just so so! I haven't studied for a few years!" The fat man was about to continue, but suddenly it occurred to him that Old Quinn seemed to know this bald old man and seemed to respect him quite a lot. "He can't be a big shot, right?!" He thought.

With this thought in mind, he stopped talking, ignored the old man, and began to pack his treasures into his backpack.

"Oh! I'm talking about you! Look what this is?!" The old man ended the conversation with the fat man without warning, took out a golden plaque from the huge baggage, turned around and threw it to Templeton.

Templeton was startled by the old man's sudden change of subject, and subconsciously grabbed the gold medal!

This is a waist badge made of pure gold, with a phoenix spreading its wings carved on it and the word "pupil" engraved on it. It is Queen Suriel's token. Seeing this thing is like seeing the queen herself!

Templeton was startled and turned over to kneel down, but was stopped by the old man with a wave of his hand.

The old man then issued an order unceremoniously: "Now find some comfortable cars and let's go back to the palace! Take the Tergi people with us!"

Without waiting for Dempla's response, the old man turned to Xiler again: "Xixi, don't cry now! This person is dead, so let's take care of the living first! You save people first! Otherwise, I'm afraid some people will

I can’t stand it any longer! Hurry up! Come back to the palace with me when you’re done. I still have a lot of things to tell you!”

The old man's "Xixi" completely frightened Xi Laer. This was her nickname, and no one except her closest relatives knew it.

Who is this old man?

When he saw the bald old man, he almost made Temple kneel down. The fat man became more and more sure of his speculation, "This old guy has a lot of background! It seems that it is better not to mess with him."

While he was thinking about it, he heard the old man say to him again: "Little fat man, you pack your things and put away the silk that turned into water just now, oh! No! It should be the water that turned into silk! Don't look at it.

It’s a little disgusting, but that’s good stuff!”

As the old man spoke, he grabbed an empty medicine bottle from his huge backpack and threw it to the stunned fat man!

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