Or maybe the young people next door have just arrived in the office next door.
He doesn’t look like Olion’s amazing power or sharp eyes, and he doesn’t have any weapons in his hands. He has his hands in his pockets
Like waiting for a date.
After dusk, the willow-bough-headed man
But now there is no moon or willow.
The wind blows from nowhere, and the leaves fall in the mountains in late autumn and roll into a spiral.
The young man looked up at the sparse branches and seemed to be thinking about some philosophy of life or in a daze.
Seems to be in a daze for eternity.
Hearing the sound of the road, he turned his head and his eyes were calm. It seemed that he was waiting for an old friend instead of killing his enemies.
But in the face of such a young Olion consciously clenched his weapon in his hand.
I’ve been calm since I walked into this mountain road, and my eyes have finally fluctuated.
Because he is facing this young man and not others.
He is not far from Zhuang.
There is a village not far from the bottom of the world.
He may look like a stranger who will smile at you on the road, but he is definitely not smiling.
Of course, the world also has an Olion.
They may be the two strongest in the world.
But by looking at the performance of two people, everyone can judge the height.
This ….. may be a battle and suspense.
Both of them kept their original posture, but the gas was like condensation.
Two people a leaf has been falling for a few seconds, but it is still shaking in place.
Some people are strong enough to kill people with momentum.
But silence will always be broken.
Breaking the silence this time is not far from Zhuang.
"What?"
Simple words seem to have puzzled Olion.
A scar on his mouth trembled slightly.
It seems that his answer hurts more than this scar.
"I don’t choose"
Zhuang is not far away from silence.
What’s he trying to say?
People always have a choice?
No choice because you don’t want to choose?