People are at the junction, but they become the incarnation of the sun

"Woo, woo, thank you, thank you so much... woo, woo..."

"My mother used to be a tailor, and this is the only legacy she left to Burke, woo woo woo..."

"You're so kind to Burke, and Burke doesn't even know how to repay you... Wuwuwu..."

Burke's crying sound became louder and louder, echoing in the silent cave.

"Well... you are right, you do need to repay me well."

Suddenly, Reinhard uttered these words.

Burke also stopped crying instantly, looked at Reinhardt, who was much taller than him, with tearful eyes, and asked weakly: "I wonder what Mr. Reinhard wants?"

Burke knew very well that hiring such a strong man to help him would definitely come at a certain price, and he had already been mentally prepared.

But even now, I can't help but feel a little uneasy inside.

Normally, for Reinhardt, a commission like this does not depend on what he wants, but on what the other party has.

But after looking at Burke carefully, he gave up this plan, waved his hand and said:

"Forget it, just treat it as a charity to accumulate merit this time, and I won't take any reward from you."

He waved casually and then turned around. In fact, he was quite confused.

Walk towards the outside of the cave.

If he followed the original rules, it would be impossible for him to work for nothing. He should be paid for helping others complete the commission. This is not a kind of greed, but a kind of respect for the client.

Give the other person a show of dignity.

But looking at Burke like this... he has nothing but a sewing suit. It can be said that he is completely broke and can't even get paid.

And when I think back to the game, this guy seems to have just given me a few mushrooms...

So, just think about it, what can he do with mushrooms?

That stuff doesn't taste good, so it's better to hunt some wild game and eat it.

And the most important thing is that if it is a girl, he can still joke about asking the other party to commit himself to her.

But Burke...he couldn't really say that.

Leaving aside the gender, just like this, this kind of joke can't be said.

So, forget it.

"... woo woo woo, thank you, really thank you..."

Accompanied by Burke's tearful thanks, he slowly walked out of the cave and became more entangled looking at the turbulent blue sea.

He vaguely remembered that someone said in his previous life that doing good deeds would make him feel better, but why did he always feel a little bit at a loss?

"Forget it, you said you're already accumulating merit, why do you still think so much about it!"

Reinhard shook his head, putting these damn unwilling thoughts out of his mind, and looked up at the blue sky and the cliff city shrouded in the blue sky.

"Next, it's that guy Greg's turn..."

I don’t know how the little guy is doing after not seeing him for so many years. Has he grown up healthy and strong?

Is it growing crookedly? Do you need his help to trim the branches and leaves and straighten them?

If it was Greg, and coupled with the recent rumors, he thought all this must be necessary.

For Greg, he can be so sure.

146. The Girl of Stormy Hill (4.2K)

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A huge fire broke out in front of the storm pass, and the merciless flames spread and devoured everything in the ruins in front of the pass.

Those crazy soldiers and knights were no longer crazy, and those who wanted to die were freed. As the immortals sang, they expected the beautiful dragon flames to engulf them.

Unfortunately, it was not the dragon flames that devoured them, but the fire of the sun.

The dead souls have also been freed and guided, guiding them like the morning star or the black spire of Hefen, the signpost of the underworld.

Liberated, all the people wandering here are liberated.

The pain of immortality for so long has finally come to an end.

Reinhardt, on the other hand, rushed out of the flames and ruins on Torret. The breeze carried the flames, and he rushed into the pass like a ghost knight.

The incoming arrows were dodged, and even the huge mountain demon knight wielding his sword could not catch his traces.

All he knew was that the place he passed was directly engulfed by fire, and eventually turned into dust and returned to the earth.

Wisp after wisp of rare runes gradually gathered into his body.

Although the runes of this group of people are already very scarce, they can still provide a lot of power if they gather a certain amount of sand into a tower.

It seems that Reinhardt's own power has taken another step forward.

However, after crossing the pass, Reinhard also put away his flames.

The wind here is too strong and the flames are not easy to control. One fire might even burn half of Nimgefu.

Although he could gain a lot of runes by doing this, he was not as nascent as the epilepsy, at least his inner moral bottom line could not allow him to do such a thing.

What's more, Rune is just the icing on the cake for him now.

The howling wind was blowing in my ears, and I stared at the dusty Torette slowly moving on the dilapidated road paved with bluestone bricks overgrown with weeds.

From the looks of it, this road seems to be rarely traveled.

You can tell by how lush the weeds are.

Moreover, many of the stone bricks have been weathered, and they would be crushed if Torrett stepped on them.

"This Greg can make people laugh to death. These two people are actually assigned to handle such an important pass. There is not even a patrol on the road."

Turning his head and looking at the burned-out Storm Pass, Reinhard couldn't help but laugh.

It is really not as good as Godwin. If Godwin had been in charge, Nimgefu would not be so desolate now, and there would not be anything left except those soldiers with dementia and the half-dead nobles and immortals. .

There are only a group of wild wolves wandering here, hungry for who knows how long.

"Ouch-"

When the pack of wild wolves saw Reinhardt, they howled and gathered their companions together.

A pair of eyes were staring at him with green light. It looked like he had been hungry for a long time, or at least not eaten for a long time.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Looking at the poor and hungry wild wolves gradually gathering around him, he felt a little nostalgic for Lance Sanks' dragon lady.

If Lance Sanks was there, these wolves would probably not dare to come and block the road. They would probably run away if they saw the same thing from a distance.

I don't know what Lance Sanks is doing now....

"Ah! Did you catch a cold?"

In a certain church, a dragon lady was lying on her side on the sofa, her silver-white hair hanging down the majestic peaks, and her slender dragon tail hanging down and tapping gently on the ground.

The beautifully crafted top with embroidered gold thread edges only covers the plump softness, and the flat belly is completely exposed to the air, adding a bit of charm.

However, that delicate appearance and wild temperament are always full of laziness.

She is the Lance Sanks that Reinhard calls her. She has not changed at all over the years. Time seems to have lost its effect in front of her and cannot leave any traces on her body.

However, she was lying on the sofa to rest and take a nap, but this sudden sneeze disturbed her sleep.

At first I thought I was catching a cold, but when I thought about it, that was completely impossible.

Not to mention sleeping in a church, even if he slept on the top of a snow-capped mountain with a biting cold wind, it was impossible for Gu Long's strong physique to catch cold.

Then, there is only one possibility, someone is talking about her behind her back.

But who is it?

Lance Sanks was too lazy to think about it. Her sleepiness had not yet dissipated, but her gaze made her turn her head involuntarily and look at the huge stone sculpture behind her.

The statue was not dedicated to Malika, but a lifelike sculpture of a man.

Qiu Jie's muscles look full of strength, and his huge body is almost beyond the scope of human beings, but his appearance is somewhat similar to Reinhardt...

"Reinhard...."

Lance Sanks whispered the statue's name softly.

That was the statue erected by the Sun God Cult for Reinhardt, as an enshrinement to the god of the Sun God Cult.

And she, Lance Sanks, is one of them.

But Lance Sanks looked at the statue with eyes full of nostalgia: "Rhine, my dear friend, you should have returned to the junction, right?"

"So, have you met our king again? They are waiting hard in Lijenia... just like we have been waiting for thousands of years..."

Lance Sanks said hesitantly, with a hint of sigh mixed in his voice.

Those dragon eyes were shining with a strange light.

Thousands of years are not a long time for Gu Long, but it is unbearable for her. As her emotions ferment and settle, she wants to meet Reinhardt again, and she is looking forward to it all the time.

"...However, I can continue to wait and look forward to the day when you and I will meet again."

Her voice echoed quietly in the church. Lance Sanks slowly closed his beautiful eyes again, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.

She was thinking, what kind of expression would Reinhard show if he saw the current appearance of the border?

I can't wait to see it.

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Meanwhile, Storm Hill.

The wind surrounding the bluestone path was mixed with the faint smell of blood, and the place that was originally besieged was now filled with the corpses of wild beasts.

The wild wolves that arrived later gnawed on the corpses of their own kind, but Reinhardt was nowhere to be seen.

He rode Torrett slowly and admired the surrounding scenery, and came to the small shabby house built on the hillside beside the road, and conveniently lit up the blessings here.

Looking around, in the dilapidated wooden house, a girl wearing a bright dark red cloak folded her legs and sat huddled in the corner, shivering. The wide hood covered her face, making it difficult to see clearly.

He was also mumbling words that were incomprehensible, such as talking about his companions getting limbs.