Chapter 570: 【Sorry】

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She sent the baby to the old drunkard.
Xia Ya was newly married and she ran for miles.
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"Since you didn't come to get me back, why is that?"
"I just came to see you ..."
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"You just left?"
"I just came to see you as a kid, to see how the old drunkard adjusted, and your appearance did not disappoint me."
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"... It must be a record of who your biological parents are ... you, don't you want to see?"
"What about knowing? What about not knowing! In vain ..."
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In vain! In vain!
Kexin is already messed up, no matter how to pretend, it is in vain!
In fact, outside the city of Denzel, she told herself that she had given herself to the adoptive father and old drunkard-at that time, Xia had already begun to doubt.
When she spoke to herself, her tone was always so gentle, it seemed that there was a kind of natural affinity, which infected Charya's heart.
In fact, when standing in the city's mansion, when this woman asked in a weird tone, with a trembling voice, wondering whether she wanted to know who her parents were.
Charlie had already guessed.
He said he didn't want to, he just didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to face it!
He didn't want to face, why this woman threw him into that chaotic world, and why his mother threw herself so hard to an old drunkard.
Is it because you are a holy city?
Is it because of that "heritage" tradition?
But she is Saint Laurent Garros, the legendary guardian of the holy city. Is the supreme guardian of legend-as a guardian, can not fulfill the responsibility of a mother?
Such a mother, Charya really did not want to admit it! Don't want to admit it!
He wanted to ask her face to face: Why did you throw me to Biren? Does the responsibility of that holy city guardian really override humanity? !!
Holy City Guardian-Legendary Hero? !!
what!
Even humanity is gone. What other heroes!
So Xia said, "I don't want to know."
In fact, his meaning is simple: I don't want to admit it!
This meant that Saint Laurent Garros understood that Charlie understood her.
But when Odin was fighting under the Emperor Mountain, Xia still couldn't help but stop her repeatedly.
Xia Ya repeatedly prevented the King Odin from going up the mountain, even though he was bruised all over, even though he knew he was lost.
At this moment, watching her sit under the collapsed palace. A calm and utter smile on that face ...
Watching Solhanigan's hand lifted slightly, about to fall, to take her life ...
Listen to her last sentence.
"That kid ... he's mine ... son."
My ... son ...
Son! !!
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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!"
Charya's eyes were red and growled wildly. Red flames erupted throughout the body instantly, and a crazy head hit!
At this moment, he had erupted completely, looking at Solhanigan's hand that was about to fall, he had only one thought in his heart!
Passed!
Passed! !!
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With a crisp sound. Like glass shattering. Xia Ya, who was surrounded by red flames, leapt across, and the invisible barrier that had broken his head to break the blood flow finally appeared, but it was broken!
Several translucent cracks bloomed in the air, this space barrier. She was finally penetrated by Xia Ya.
His body seemed to freeze in the air, and it seemed to be moving fast.
Xia had stabbed the fire fork wildly.
He knew he couldn't hurt Solhanigan at all.
He even knew he probably wouldn't stop Solhanigan.
but. He must try!
In the air, this stepped forward. As if in the meditation, a heartstring in Charya's heart broke gently. As if in the meditation, a layer of yoke has been imprisoned between this world and the earth, and it collapsed silently.
The holy city sky is blue.
The stars are scattered at this moment ...
The sun was shining ...
As if the beam of sunlight shone on the figure in the air, as if the fire fork contained a hint of leisurely ...
This stab, hit.
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Solhanigan had just turned around and stared, then gazed, and then he became surprised!
With a quick flick of his finger, Solhanigan's originally raised palm retracted, with his finger pointed at Char's fork.
First bomb, empty!
Solhanigan frowned!
Second bomb, empty!
Solhanigan raised his eyebrows!
Just the third bomb!
The fingertips finally rested lightly on the fork, piercing the crimson red murderous spirit, but this time, Chiyan did not melt away!
The torch buzzed and trembled, and Solhanigan's fingertips passed by the torch, although Charya's body was still shaking, but she was still moving forward!
With a quick stab, the torch pierced Thorhanigan's arm, but it was only three minutes into the meat, and Thorhanigan finally moved.
The next moment, Charlie had already landed on the ground, and the torch lifted her hand, soared into the sky, and fell under Solhanigan's feet.
Charlie knelt beside Saint Roland Garros, blood was in her mouth, and the flesh was broken on the arm that had held the fork, and no piece was intact!
His breath is chaotic, like a gossamer when he vomits, like a bellows when he vomits, as if a thunder is hidden in his chest.
Saint Roland Garros was horrified, gritted his teeth and tried to reach out to Charlie, but his arms fell softly as soon as he raised his arms, and he couldn't help looking at Solhanigan.
Emperor Odin seemed to be at a standstill at this moment. He looked down at the fresh wound on his arm, and the blood was flowing slowly. This thorn, although not deep, was not severely injured, but it was Really stabbed himself!
The slight pain of the skin is so sharp and clear!
Finally, he looked up. She took a look at Charlie who was kneeling on the ground, and her eyes were inexhaustibly surprised, and then she found the strange fluctuations in Charya's chest, and the madness was almost collapsed. Solhanigan stepped forward. One hand patted on Charya's chest.
wave!
Xia Ya opened his mouth and spurted blood! This situation is very scary, it seems to spit out all his blood!
But after a few mouthfuls of spraying, his breathing finally calmed down, and then he coughed violently, but his face was alive.
Solhanigan squinted and looked at Saint Roland Garros.
"I believe now, he is indeed your son."
He looked at Charlie again. Whispering: "This stab just now, great!"
Charlie shook her head. He had no energy to speak, but tried to use shaking hands. Hold tightly the hand of Saint Roland Garros.
Feeling cold, Saint Laurent Garros' hand was like a piece of ice, with no trace of enthusiasm.
"Actually, you don't have to work so hard."
The soft voice made Xia's eyes suddenly heat up.
"Actually. I understand what you think."
Xia finally began to cry, he looked up and looked at the woman in front of him.
"Actually. I've always been sorry, I've always felt sorry for you."
"Actually. I always miss you, and I always think about it."
"Actually. I'm not indifferent. I gave you to that guy just to let you escape this sky."
"Actually, I also have my selfishness. I want my son to live in a free world, even if he never recognizes me."
"Actually, I regret that I looked at you and regret dragging you into this vortex again."
Xia Ya held her hand tightly, her arms tight and very tight, and he was shaking all over.
"I'm sorry to see you so late. I'm sorry to let you know about it so late. And, I'm sorry, because ..." Saint Roland Garros smiled bitterly: "I want you to see me like this Leave you, I just want to tell you that this is my own choice, the power of the magic circle backtracking, although it helped me break through the imprisonment of power, but the price is my life. There is always a price to get power, I I do n’t regret it, and I ’m very satisfied. At least in my lifetime, I can realize the realm of Yuan Dynasty. You do n’t have to avenge Saul. He did n’t kill me, it ’s my own choice.

Suddenly she took a deep breath and looked into Charya's eyes.
"... you have the same eyes as your father." Saint Roland Garros' tone became softer and his eyes more peaceful: "He is a very good man, he likes to read books, and likes to sit in the yard in the afternoon to bask in the sun, I like peaceful and free days, and I like to make jokes that I do n’t understand.
As she said, she sighed quietly: "He is a very ordinary and mediocre person living in the holy city. There are not many people in the holy city. He has no talent for martial arts, no talent for learning magic, likes to read books or not. Taking a bath, there are always some weird ideas in his mind. He doesn't have many friends in the holy city ... but I always think he is the best man in the world. "
"I'm sorry you haven't seen him ... Although he is a very ordinary person, he hasn't done anything earth-shattering in his life, just lived so ordinaryly, and then died ordinary, but I hope you remember that you once There is a good father ~ EbookFREE.me ~ because ... it was his idea to send you out of the holy city. "
"You laugh like him, you look like him when you are angry and frown, even when you talk unreasonably." Saint Roland Garros finally raised his hand slowly-it seemed as if the action was like The energy of her whole body was exhausted, and when the palm slowly fell on Charya's face, the light in the woman's eyes faded away one by one ...
Her fingers gently stroked the tears in the corner of Xia's eyes, suddenly like a tens of millions of ordinary mothers in this world, whispering; "So many injuries on your body ... Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Xia bit his own teeth and finally spoke a word. At the moment, Xia's voice is like a young child, crying silently, as if with a touch of childishness, a sense of loss!
His voice was trembling, and he begged softly, "You ... can't you die? Don't you die ... OK?"
"I'm so sorry ... your request, I really can't do it ..."
It was silent.
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