League of Legends: 700 Years Later

"Now... just wait for tomorrow..."

Immediately, Ye Che slowly closed his eyes. (8) (1) Chinese Network Ww "W. %81.Zw. COM

It’s just that he doesn’t know the true importance of the son of the hero. This importance makes the boxer’s ancestors return all night!

What I don't even know is that the boxer's ancestor, just arrived at the boxer shortly after about ten minutes, left the boxer and went straight to the palace of the emperor.

"Working trouble to inform the domain emperor, the fist is not seeking to see ..."

Outside the palace of the emperor's palace, a boy with a face like a jade, with a look of anger, said to the two guards.

The boy looks like he is only seventeen or eight years old and has no wrinkles on his face.

But a pair of blind people, like the history of the world, full of vicissitudes.

Although it was late at night, the two guards looked energetic. After hearing the sound, one of the guards looked at the fist and looked at it. Then he said faintly: "The domain emperor has rested, something will come tomorrow!"

He can be so polite to this boy, naturally because the punch is not extraordinary, and dare to seek to see the emperor in the middle of the night, obviously the bottom of his heart, so he did not swear.

"Oh... he didn't care if he rested, let him wake up."

The fist is not a matter of course.

"Bold!"

After hearing the disappointing words of the fists, the two guards were furious and screamed coldly: "Why are you thinking about this, and dare to ridicule the domain emperor in such a casual tone!?"

Said, the long shot in the hand, seems to have a shot.

"Hey……"

The fist suddenly shook his head and sighed, saying to himself: "It seems that I have not seen the hero in the heroic city for more than ten years, and I have forgotten the title of my unsuccessful red moon..."

"Pretend to be a ghost! I have reason to suspect that you are trying to misbehave and take a trip with me!"

One of the tall and burly guards screamed coldly, then swayed with a long gun, pointing straight at the eyebrows of the fist, and at the same time wanted to move the pace and hold the fist.

But the footsteps just moved, but the arm was pulled.

When I turned back, I saw another guard, pulling myself in the dead, in the eyes, it seemed to be horrified.

"what the hell!?"

The tall, burly guard shouted.

"You... have you forgotten? Ten... Seventeen years ago, that round of the red moon that illuminates the entire heroic city..."

The guard stuttered and said that he was already full of horror in his eyes.

"Red Moon?"

The tall, burly guard, a glimpse of the eyes, and then began to recall.

Then, it seems to think of something, and the eyelids suddenly shrink.

He remembered that he was sixteen years old that year, and that day, led by thirty-three devils, opened the magnetic field transmission array and sent it directly to the heroic city!

That day was a nightmare for the entire heroic city.

These thirty-three moments of the devil's transmission, at least a hundred thousand people died instantly.

Thirty-three of the devils, each with a height of a thousand meters, just flipped over the body, and countless buildings collapsed.

However, just five seconds later, a round of scarlet moons suddenly lit up from the entire heroic city.

Just as the red moon appeared, the whole heroic city seemed to tremble. When he opened his eyes again, it looked far away. The thirty-three horrible demons of the horror had been turned into dust.

After hearing the rumors, he realized that this round of red moon, which is enough to shine through the entire heroic city, was actually a red gun!

The owner of the red gun was later called the Weiyang Red Moon. Because the number of years was too long, he once again tried his best to recall that the full name of the Weiyang Red Moon seemed to be called... ?

"hiss……"

Thinking of this, this tall and burly person is stunned.

"Ha ha……"

The fist did not see the guard's look, smiled again, and looked like a sly color.

But the tall and burly guards are cold.

"You...you... are you really a red moon?"

The tall, burly guard asked, stuttering.

"Does it have anything to do with it? Anyway, you are already dead."

The fist is not smiling.

But the meaning revealed in the words made the guards tremble.

And this tremor, but let his creeps, his body, actually do not know when, completely separated.

"what!"

The tall screaming screams, this scream, but it is a bad thing. In the meantime, his whole body, like a grain of dust, completely disintegrated.

The screams also stopped abruptly.

No blood was spilled, no flesh splashed. At this moment, he disappeared directly between the heavens and the earth.

"Hey..."

This scene made a guard swallow a sip of water, and even more slammed, softly fell to the ground.

"Oh, don't be afraid, you are still a little bit of eye..."

The face of the fist is still warm and warm, as always, a smile is piled up.

But this guard, who had already been scared and timid, saw this scene screaming in horror, and used his hands and feet to climb into the palace.

Only crawling and crawling, his hands and feet were getting shorter and shorter, and eventually disappeared completely. His whole person stopped moving, turned into a stick, and screamed on the ground.

"Yuanyang, you come in directly, they can't stop you, why bother and the district guards can't go!"

A majestic voice passed into the ear of the fist.

The fist is not smiling, the face is slightly, and he shook his head: "The ceremony cannot be abolished. This is a matter of principle."

"With you..."

Within the palace, the domain emperor patted his forehead for a headache and said.

The fist is not smiling, just a step, just like ordinary people take a step in the usual way, he has directly from the palace, across the door of the emperor of several kilometers.

This step did not cause any slight fluctuations in space.

"Come in."

The domain emperor fainted.

"Oh..."

The door was pushed open, and the fist was hanged with a harmonious smile. He walked in and said: "The domain emperor!"

The emperor turned his head and saw the fist of a young boy like a young man frowning: "How do you still have this virtue, all three hundred years old, have been using two layers of force to maintain the image of the teenager, not tired?"

"Oh, you don't understand..."

The fist is not smiling.

The emperor’s mouth was pumping, and it seemed to have a horrible impulse, but he still endured it and asked with a heavy fist. “Speak straight, I would rather risk losing the devil's nest to return to the heroic city. For what!?"

"Not urgent……"

After the boxing, he waved his hand, and then found a place to sit down in the room of the emperor. Then he took a sip of tea on the table and laughed: "The prince of the domain, I don't know... Do you know the son of the hero?"

"The son of a hero?"

The emperor’s scorpion has shrunk, and the face that has always appeared to be majestic is even more revealing. The tone is slightly rushed: “Do you know the news of the son of the hero?”

"No no no..."

The fist did not shake his head.

When the Emperor of the field suddenly looked up, he said: "If you don't know, what do you want to do?"

At first he thought that there was news of the son of a hero in the boxing, but when he was excited, he was suppressed by the fist, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

"I mean, my boxer, now there is a son of a hero!" The fist did not take a sip of tea, suddenly said.

"what!"

The domain is full of eyes.

"My stupid grandson thinks that the most important thing for the son of a hero is the grafting of talent. In fact, the most important thing is their inheritance and memory! With the inheritance of memory, there is hope to find the real hero! At that time... the breakthrough is the strongest The king, will be just around the corner!"

The fists were still in the eyes of the smile, but suddenly heated up.

He naturally understands this. He takes a deep breath and looks at the complicated fists. He said: "The matter of the son of the hero is so important, are you not so kind to share with me?"

"Oh... I can't share it, that Ye Che, is your person? This seed can, drill IV, genius, I have seen a lot, but to be honest, so enchanting, these three hundred years, I still I have never seen it before."

The fist is faintly said.

The purpose of his rush here is to confirm this. Otherwise, there is so much trouble, and it will be done directly.

"What do you mean!?"

"It's very simple, give him to me, the inheritance memory of the son of the hero, we share!"

The fist is not talking, the tea cup in the hand is placed directly on the table, and a bang is heard!

Ps: The third chapter has been more than six or seven hundred words recently, so the update time is slower. -