"Little girl...... What do you mean by that?" Farr realized that something was wrong. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You can't fight with Mills anymore...... Han Jiang whispered, "he's no longer in this world. ”

"You...... You're kidding, aren't you?" Farr's voice trembled.

The last time Farr and Mills collaborated was on the commission to hunt down wild boars.

After completing the commission of the Mills and Milton brothers, the three of them began to crusade against the wild boar herd.

Their cooperation is very tacit and efficient.

Wild boar herds are not easy to mess with. Although the crusade was finally completed, Farr was slightly injured in the battle to protect the brothers.

On his way back to the village, Farr wanted to drink some wine, only to find that the flask had fallen to the ground during the battle.

It was nearly dusk, and Mills asked Milton to escort the physically exhausted Farr back first, and return to find the flask himself.

Soon, the flask was found, but he didn't notice that a dying boar was staring at him with scarlet eyes.

Under the sneak attack, the unsuspecting Mills was seriously injured. He stumbled back to the village, handed the flask to Milton, and died of blood loss.

For the past few days, Milton has been busy with the funeral in grief, how can he have time to return the flask?

"You...... You must be kidding. Farr tried to calm himself, "yes, it's not true, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming...... This flask...... How can you get it back!"

He set the flask aside and lay down again. Still muttering something.

"Just get some sleep, just get some sleep. How could that be, Mills's boy was so strong. He rolled over, "I'll go to him tomorrow and ask him to have three ......more drinks with me."

Then he fell silent and said nothing.

The maidens stood beside him and watched him quietly.

They tried to comfort him, but they couldn't.

Silence, such a long silence. It's only a dozen seconds, but it's as long as an hour.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!h

He sat up sharply and roared in pain, ignoring the flask, and rushed out the door.

Frightened by this sudden move, the dream involuntarily took a step back, gasping softly.

"He probably went to the cemetery. Han Jiang patted Phantom Dream on the back, "The commission has been completed, let's go." ”

The mood of the three of them is also quite bad.

Life is so fragile that if you are not careful, you can pass away.

The deceased can no longer be with their family and friends, and can only leave endless memories for others.

When the three of them returned to the Night Wind Entrusted House in silence, it was already dark.

Night Breeze took out the spare mattress and entertained the three of them to stay in the commission house tonight to rest.

Fantasy Dream didn't even take off his coat, he just fell on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

It's been a tiring day, but it's hard for her.

Hanjiang was going to wash up and go to rest again, but Phil sighed and walked out the door to calm down.

She sat on a stone bench in the doorway, looking up at the night sky. The evening wind was slightly cold, and she tightened her waistcoat.

The people of the village rested after nightfall, and it was very quiet.

It seems that you can hear the cry of the trumpet in the distance.

Even in this paradise-like village away from the chaos, there will be cases where people will be killed due to mistakes in the crusade against Warcraft.

Remembering his deceased master, Phil felt more and more the beauty and fragility of life.

Is it possible that you will be killed in a mission to defeat Warcraft?

If he dies, how sad he will be for Dream and Hanjiang.

If you talk about dreams and cold rivers...... Because I didn't protect them......

I don't want to think about it, and the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

As the night wore on, the weather was getting colder and colder. Hurry back to the house, or you'll catch a cold.