Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

The human system once told him that level [-] is a watershed, which divides the boundary between "hero" and "mortal". With these two talents, as well as the help of God, he will not be as powerless as last time when he encounters Feng Molong.

"Have you finished on your side?" A calm and steady voice came from the other side.

Diluque.

It's the man's name. He has long, slightly curly red hair, tied into a ponytail behind him, and is wearing a black-gold dress.

"I didn't expect that a good guy like you came out of the useless Knights."

He seemed rather disdainful of the rest of the Order.

Di Luke is the owner of the tavern "Angel's Gift", but he has another identity in private, which is the "Night Hero" spread in Mond City. In short, he is a knight who guards Mond City in the dark.

What is this Batman?

Who was the first to come up with the name of the Dark Knight, which is so oddly compared to the middle school...

Who invented it?

Qingye Fengyin shook his head with a wry smile, and he said to the Batman, "I'm done here."

call.

This is the end.

He flew up along the wind wall of the ruins, landed on a platform, took out the tear of 'Twarin' from his arms, and began to purify.

Qingye Fengyin will inherit Rustan's life and his past memories.

[Main task: Investigate the Temple of the Four Winds (completed)]

[Reward: Read memory fragments]

Dizziness, fragments of fragments kept appearing in the depths of his mind, Qing Ye Fengyin seemed to be in the depths of the sea, the water flow was his memory, and his emotions were the waves splashed by the water flow of memory.

He was engulfed by a sea of ​​memories, and waves of deep and sincere emotions came and went one after another.

He sank into the sea of ​​memory, and the strong sense of suffocation came from the depths of his soul.

Everything in front of him is fading quickly, whether it is the ancient and austere palaces and temples, or the corpses piled up all over the place, they are all stripped away in Qingye Fengyin's vision, and he has returned to that era, Mond City-states poured over him.

...

A piece of white in the eyes.

The streets of Mond City, 500 years ago and 500 years later, are no different. They are all the same windmills and shops. Row upon row of buildings are spread out. The pure white bricks reflect the dazzling sunlight. There are clusters of daisies blooming here and there.

It just rained today and the sky is clear and transparent.

Qingye Fengyin subconsciously picked up the long hair hanging in front of him, the golden hair flowed down between his fingers, he blinked, and subconsciously glanced at the puddles on the ground, the puddles reflected his face--

Golden eyes, long golden hair, dressed in pure white knight armor, a sky blue cloak half-dragged on the ground, and a clean bow tie.

[Main task: become the first night hero]

[Guarding the city-state of Mond in the dark night]

Is this the main mission at that time?

...

?

Qingye Fengyin blinked his eyes, and after a while, he came back to his senses, grandma.

It turns out that the name of the second school is the one I figured out by myself!

"What are you doing in a daze?"

"Rustan."

Qingye Fengyin blinked.

The pale golden hair flashed past in front of her, a few light particles dotted in the gaps of the smooth hair, soft and clear, the girl was wearing a pure white dress with a hood, turned around, and tilted her body , the light blue eyes are full of doubts.

She folded her hands behind her back, and when she spoke, she raised her delicate neck slightly, like a proud goose.

"Didn't you agree to go to the morning market?"

Go shopping.

"Rosalin." Qing Ye found himself saying naturally, "I'll come right away."

This girl named Rosalin appeared in Qingye Fengyin's memory more than once.

On that rainy night in Mond Square, during those days of sword practice, he could always hear the melodious and clear singing of the girl.

They are going to the morning market.

The market in Mond City is very prosperous. This is a free and inclusive city. People from all over the world meet here. Different cultural traditions are absorbed and accepted by Mond City, forming a city unique to Mond City. style.

Selling candied haws skewers, round and round like pearls, fried popcorn, soft and waxy popcorn burst out with a bang of smoke; glutinous rice balls, paste corn stuffing... There are many kinds, all kinds Sample.

Rosalin wanted to eat candied haws, but she was not good at dealing with people. She gently tugged Qing Ye Fengyin's sleeves with her plain fingers, and her eyes like autumn water could convey a lot of emotions.

She also has another thought, that is, she wants Rustan to buy it for her.

Not understanding what this little girl meant, she shook her head in confusion.

"what?"

Seeing that the stupid wood didn't understand at all, Rosalin became a little anxious, frowned, and gently tugged on the boy's sleeve.

When Qingye Fengyin found out that he was still Rustan, he was a sincere gentleman.

I saw him honestly say:

"...beautiful lady, are you in a hurry to pee?"

Look, this is really well said, as expected of me, Qingye Fengyin was amazed.

"Beautiful lady" has a chivalrous demeanor, "you need to pee" words, but also contains humanitarian care and understanding. Rustan—that is, me, is really a model of a good man in Mond City.

Rosalin pinched the soft flesh around the boy's waist fiercely.

Candied haws finally bought.

When the girl was eating candied haws, she gently lifted the hood to reveal her delicate side face, slightly parted her moist thin lips, and licked the round candied haws with her soft tongue. She held the bamboo sticks of the gourd with both hands, carefully It looks like a little squirrel protecting its food.

"Idiot." The girl looked at the boy who was clutching his waist, and chuckled softly.

"Fool."

She handed the candied haws to the boy, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Very dirty."

Rustan said:

"Why are you pinching me again?"

The girl said:

"Because you're a wooden fool."

...

They also went to many places.

Go to the Mond Bridge to listen to the minstrels singing heroic epics, go to the West Wind Church for vespers, go fishing on the lakeside of the Fruit Wine Lake, or at the crowded and noisy badminton celebrations, the crowds are crowded, and the evening glow spreads all over the place , The bright fireworks exploded from the sky, turning into streams of fire, flowing in the night sky of Mond, and flowing in the eyes of the girl looking at the boy.

People are crowded.

Their hands touched each other inadvertently, and then quickly separated. Rosalind's ears were slightly red.

Side by side they watched the flames bloom high in the sky.

It was like that for a long time.

The slightly cool plain hand touched Rustan lightly, and quickly retracted. After a while, she tentatively tapped the back of the knight's hand. The fingernails rubbed against the skin and it was very itchy. The movement was very light, like a cowardly animal. The little fox ticked his little finger gently and tentatively.

Like a prank.

Rustan turned his head to the side, the girl looked at him provocatively, and tilted her head, "Why, you are shy with such a prank? What a virgin knight..."

Suddenly, the boy grabbed Rosalind with his backhand.

The girl's hand froze visibly, like a little fox caught in panic, Rosalin wanted to open it, but how could she compare to the boy's strange strength?

The hands are thick, strong, and warm.

"You..." Rosalin couldn't break free, her cheeks were slightly flushed, her light blue eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and her ears were also slightly flushed. Finally, she had no choice but to admit defeat, and said softly: "Let go."

"I'm not teasing you anymore, I'm not joking."

The voice was as low as the chirping of insects.

—— "But I'm not joking."

As Qingye Fengyin said, no matter how many generations he has been, he is a sincere gentleman. He looked at Rosalin seriously, and said earnestly:

"I want to hold your hand."

"you..."

You you guy, how can you say such shameless words, are you still a knight?You, you are too much.

unacceptable.

The girl lowered her head, her voice was as soft as fireworks falling slowly, she buried her face in the hood, and stopped struggling.

Fireworks bloomed between them.

-

The time is so long, the summer is so noisy, teenagers and girls spend a lot of time on unimportant things, quarreling, laughing, quarreling, reconciling, they seem to think that this is eternity.

Year after year, year after year passed, the former trainee knight, now became the deputy head of the West Wind Knights, and was awarded the title of "Young Wolf". The dragon is Tevarin the Wind Demon Dragon, the West Wind is the Knights of the West Wind, the Lion of the South Wind is the Commander of the Knights, and the Wolf of the North Wind is the Deputy Commander.

Inheriting the title of wolf, Rustan is one of the Guardians of the Four Winds.

The boy who used to practice swords in the square has now become the pillar of Mond City. Of course, he is also the original night hero, Batman of Mond City.

"Has the ceremony been packed?"

Rustan asked seriously.

"It's packed." Rosalin mentioned the huge backpack, and she put the big bag of clothes on the shelf of the carriage. "The books are also packed."

She was going to leave Mond, her hometown, and go to Sumi's academy for advanced studies.

And Rustan, as the deputy knight, cannot leave Mond.

"The kettle, the clothes, the dry food..." She cringed her fingers and counted like treasures, "It's all packed."

"It's time to go," Rustan said.

She paused, and echoed, "Yes, it's time to go."

The wind in summer is gentle and peaceful. If there is no occasional breeze that moves the clouds, the whole summer will be like a still painting.

On the long bridge at the gate of Mond City, the girl suddenly said, "You want to write to me."

"what?"

"You are going to write to me."

Rosalin's shoulders trembled slightly, she raised her head, and pulled Rustan's neckline, seeing the distance between them shortened all of a sudden, they stuck together for a long time, the moist and soft breath hit together, blending Together, slowly disappear.

"You must write to me... Don't forget me, I want to receive your letter, write to me every month!" She willfully and arrogantly made a request, giving an order tone and gesture,

"You must write to me!"

Rustan was a little caught off guard. He raised his hands to signal his surrender, and said helplessly, "Ok, I will definitely write to you."

"Really?"

"This is the knight's promise." Rustan said seriously, "You should believe in the knight's promise, Ms. Rosalind."

"A knight's promise is sacred and inviolable."

rosalyn stared straight at

Rustan's eyes, for a moment, let go of the latter's skirt.

"Fool."