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Mystical Journey

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In a large and empty cathedral, a black figure was instantly smashed onto the wall, like a butterfly stuck to a spider. The figure opened his arms and was stuck by the numerous bright green silk on the wall behind him. .

He opened his mouth and screamed, but did not make a slight noise. This figure is covered in pitch-black. It seems that the whole body is composed of black shadows. There is no face at all. Only when you open your mouth, you can see a little white light inside the mouth.

"What is this dream?"Garen was inexplicably standing in the middle of the church. He felt as if he was looking around in all directions, looking at him, but he couldn't see anyone except himself, only the black figure stuck to the wall.

This is the first time he has done such a Dreamland. Everything around him has never been seen before. He is 100%sure, because any pattern on the walls of the church around him gives him an unusual sense of strangeness.

"Black Sas'?"He whispered, but there was no reaction in his mind.

He looked up and looked at the black human figure struggling on the opposite wall. The man snarled with a big mouth and tried to break free from the top. But the strange green death has tightened more and more.

Garen keeps his attention as much as possible, and doesn't let himself be led by Lenovo. Otherwise, Dreamland will become a mess.

He pays close attention to everything around him. The church is vague and chaotic, and the surrounding patterns are clearly visible, but it is a blur when you look carefully.

There are tall golden statues standing on both sides of the surrounding area. Each one of them has a long sword and a hand, and it is more than ten meters high.

Garen lifted his foot and walked slowly through the church. He walked under the sticky figure and reached out to touch the huge green silk, but unfortunately he and the silk seemed to be separated by a layer of transparent glass. The compartment, he touched only the hard and smooth compartment surface.

Hmmm…

There was a subtle sound coming from the ear, and Garen felt the view slightly blurred, and it took a moment to look at it.

Nnngh…He opened his eyes and slowly got up from the lounge chair.

The Dreamland was just so real and novel, so that he is still fresh in his memory.

He was lying on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor, and the ringing of the mobile phone was ringing in rhythm. That was his pre-booked time alarm.

Pulling ** on the pajamas, Garen came down from the sofa, stood up, the small living room was silent, the maids all went back to the room to rest, at night, the living room's open floor-to-ceiling window curtains were constantly raised by the wind, from the outside balcony The wind that came in came in a while.

Garen went to the balcony and looked out.

The lights of the stars in the distance are fixed, some move, only one or two shops are still open on the opposite street, and the rest are closed. From time to time, several motorcycles will fly by and break the silence.

He picked up the phone from the coffee table, had Lafie's text message on it, had parental information, and actually had a message from Jason, urging him to go back and see.

There is also a message from the bald head.

This guy has been hating Leibai's daughter since he has stunned his eyes, wanting revenge, but nothing has been done under Garen's deterrence. But the surname has become more and more brutal.

Click on the information for the bald head.

'Discovering the mask clues, an ancient family collection in Europe, has such a mask at a private exhibition. We are negotiating with each other and hope to acquire, but the attitude of the other party is a bit determined and we do not intend to take the mask. Looking for another way. '

The time sent by the text message was 11 o'clock last night. Garen looked at the current time, which was 3:25 in the morning.

The bald head should already be the morning ** point.

Garen sent a text message directly to the opposite side.

'You can reveal a little identity, if he is willing to take a shot, you can get a certain degree of friendship with our Night Hawk. '

After waiting for a while, there was a quick reply.

'Boss, I am afraid it is very difficult. Our Night Hawk has almost no market in Europe. The main areas are occupied by mercenaries on this side. If it is Africa, it is easy to do, but here…But now it seems like a bit of a breakthrough. '

'What conditions do they need to let them open, as long as they can not agree, but remember the bottom line. 'Garen replied.

Understand

Garen put down his mobile phone. At this time, he has vaguely felt the unusualness of the black copper mask. After wearing the face, the mask can still intermittently send out a subtle potential airflow and merge into the body.

Before the clear, Garen remembered that he absorbed all the potential values, but now there is a new potential.

This made his curiosity about the mask suddenly increase.

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"I promised you, Barthina. Do not interfere with your private life until you are twenty. ”In a magnificent study, a white-haired old man said to a young girl in a low-pitched manner.

"You are 19 years old this year, and you will soon enter the age of twenty, holding twenty oysters. I, your mother, and your grandmother, hope that you can share the cause of the family pillar. ”The old man paused. "You like to collect, we follow you, you like to fight, we support, you also like to make movies, these don't matter." Yet. You have to know clearly that your future is different from your peers. Our cause, the hard-working career of the elders, requires you to grasp and hold, so as not to let our efforts go. This is your responsibility as a member of the family. It is also the price you should pay to enjoy it. ”

The young girl has a white t-shirt and a ripped jeans. It looks just like a normal bad girl. The girl is five big and three thick, and her face is somewhat like a man. There is no beautiful trace. It belongs to the kind of people who are racking their brains and wondering. The type of how to praise.

The skin of the body is large, not white or black, but with a dirty yellow. A short hair is dry like weeds, small eyes, big nose and big mouth. As a young girl, she really inherits the shortcomings of her parents, but she does not inherit the advantages of her parents.

At this time, she listened to her grandfather's reprimand, but her heart was calm.

"Don't you still be twenty? I know how to do it after I was born. ”Barthina answered calmly.

"What we are afraid of is that you don't understand."Grandpa retorted. "You have to figure out what is right. In this world, only the right is the most powerful thing, the most sharp weapon. Second is money. You have been chasing meaningless things until now. ”

"That is not meaningless."Barthina retorted, "Anything in any field is dazzling and powerful."

“So what?” Our relationship can invite you to world-class movie stars, world-class fighting coaches, and the best of all kinds of antiques. The top people in these fields, they are only tens of millions of dollars a year, at most hundreds of millions of income, **** in the hands of the latter, fading out, coldening, industry exclusion, want to ** they are too It's easy. ”The old man did not care to answer.

"People will not be so easily fooled."Barthina frowned.

You would be wrong.The old man shook his head. "People can't be fooled by the fact that they can't see the first time. This era is the age of technology. Any real thing can be turned into a fake. Any fake can become true."

"Forget it, I don't want to argue with you, you mean I understand. I will be ready. ”Barthina stood up and patted the pants, turned and opened the door to go out of the study.

Coming out of Grandpa, driving slowly along the tree-lined path, Barthina didn't know what to do, there was always a deep unwillingness.

In the face of a huge family, she personally seems so weak and fragile. The social circle that she worked so hard to build, in the family's view, is just a joke, they can easily destroy all her interpersonal and completely isolate her.

But she does not give in. She loves collecting and fighting, and spends a lot of money and energy on both sides every year.

Taking out the phone, she dialed a friend's number.

'Hey plus wood? How is the latest exhibition going? '

'what? Do you have any problems at home? '

'Okay, okay, let's meet out in the afternoon, how about going shopping? Is it a distraction, is there an urgent matter? Alright

Hang up the phone and Barthina dials another number again.

'Chris, what are you doing? What? Do you want to move? When will I come over to send you right away! '

I don't need it Alright alright….'

Another friend is inexplicably indifferent.

Barthina has felt that the size of a family weaving has gradually begun to gather, and she is unable to resist.

Biting her teeth, she dialed a number again, this time the other party did not pick up, no one answered directly.

A number and a number are constantly being replaced.

Friend, the same person, a member of a society, the phone of the collection association, is not a bad news or a bad news. Most of the members of her collection association have retired, and the entire association has suddenly collapsed.

boom!

“**！”

Barthina slammed his fist on the steering wheel and the car stopped suddenly, followed by a brake.

Her circle is so fragile, no one can resist the pressure of her family, it is the pressure from all parts of society, heavy and suffocating.

Constantly, she tried each one's phone number, but all the calls were not desperately dead, but euphemistically rejected.

Gradually, she extended the scope to anyone who knew and exchanged calls. The number is dialed out, and the result is still helpless and desperate. She thinks that the huge and complicated relationship seems to be extensive, but it is still under the control of the family's power, without exception.

With more and more desperate emotions.

In the end, she took a call with her last expectation.

That was the number of a stranger I met when I went to the United States to participate in the fight exchange. She is trying to find a place that family power cannot reach. (To be continued ……

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