An attack method that does not belong to his known category does not belong to his field of expertise. This is indeed a very troublesome thing for Garen.
Although he is fearless, and the killing hands with both hands can also have a certain threatening effect, but after all, they are not specifically aimed at this.
"It's really troublesome to be pulled into a dream in just the blink of an eye." Garen sat up straight.
After all the way, nothing happened again. Although Garen had been vigilant all the time, he didn't have any abnormalities until he got home.
A few hours later, the bus slowly arrived in Grande Town, surrounded by lush green forests, some places have turned yellow, it is autumn now, and the air is faintly scented with fruit.
When he got off the bus, his brother Jason was already waiting for him at the station. He was standing among a group of people. He was tall and muscular, like a rugby player among a group of short people.
"Hey!" As soon as he saw Garen, he yelled loudly, and waved his hands vigorously, causing everyone around to pay attention to him.
"Mom is waiting for us over there, in the car." Jason rushed over a few steps and took Garen's luggage.
"You have developed so much muscle." Garen hammered his chest, which felt much thicker.
"Twelve sets of comprehensive training every day!" Jason laughed.
The two walked along the driveway in and out of the station, walked out on the right side, and soon recognized the white car of mother Terris from the cars parked on the side of the road.
Terris, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was wearing a white blouse and was waving at them.
The two got into the car, Garen sat in the front, Jason was pushed to the back.
"Go home!" Triss said with a smile. As soon as she stepped on the accelerator, the car started to rush out, turned a corner and drove towards home.
The town has hardly changed and remains the same. Most of the wooden houses have a new layer of paint, and they look bright in white.
The car drove very slowly, and the uncles and sisters in front of some roadside houses greeted Teres from time to time, and Teres responded happily.
After passing the residential area, there are many streets. There are many jewelry stores and handicraft shops in the streets of the town. There are also many people passing by. Many of them are unfamiliar faces. There are not a few people with cameras hanging on their chests. They are obviously tourists. .
"Hey."
Several young and beautiful girls riding bicycles passed by Terris' car and slowed down.
One of them is Rafael.
"Back?" She tied up her long blond hair, wore a white T-shirt and black trousers, and there seemed to be a smile in her eyes.
"Yeah." Garen stretched out his hand, and from outside the car window, the two lightly patted each other's palms.
"Auntie, let's go first." Rafael said with a smile to Triss.
"Have fun." Triss was not very satisfied with Raphael, this girl gave up the chance to go to college, which is undoubtedly not very understandable to their family.
Compared with Rafael, he is more inclined to Asaro. This girl is well-educated and more in line with the rhythm and concept of their family.
A group of girls riding a bicycle formed a convoy and crossed the slow car, and soon disappeared on the road ahead with silver bell-like laughter.
Garen looked at their backs and said nothing. He knew that Rafael came here to protect him, it was not a coincidence.
"Let's go, go straight home." Triss glanced at Gallon, speeded up the car, and drove towards her own direction.
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After returning, I had a small gathering with my family, chatted about some things in school, and ate a so-called big meal, although the taste was very painful.
My younger sister Vivien always sends text messages with her mobile phone, and her clothes are no longer as pure as they used to be. Now she has a cool and hot temperament, and she is not as enthusiastic and relaxed about her brother Garen as before. A trace of inexplicable shyness, I don't know why.
"Jie Ling went to the school in the north, and didn't call you when she left?"
"No. I haven't contacted her for a long time." Garen responded to his mother's inquiry.
"I heard that she found a boyfriend, a very strong guy." Jason focused on the other's muscles. He doesn't forget to show off his strong muscles at all times, "though not as thick as mine." He puffed up his arms.
"You're also tired on the road, wash up and rest early." Triss saw Garen's absent-mindedness.
"Okay." Garen nodded.
After chatting casually with his father Emma, he put down the tableware and went straight back to his bedroom. It was still the same as before, and the layout in the bedroom was exactly the same as when he left.
The quilt was replaced with a new one, a pure white silk quilt.
Gallon fell onto the bed.
For some reason, he felt sleepy and tired. This is very abnormal.
With his physique and energy, not to mention a few hours in the car, even a few days and nights, he may not necessarily feel sleepy.
But at this time, he really felt very tired, his eyelids couldn't even open, as if he fell on the bed and took a good night's sleep.
The physical condition was checked, and there was nothing abnormal.
He lay on his back on the bed with his eyes closed, breathing slowly and evenly for a while.
The bedroom door was suddenly opened. Someone walks in.
"What's the matter? So tired? Brother, you look very bad."
It was Vivien. This little guy had blond shawl hair and was wearing a hot black T-shirt and white hot pants, revealing a pair of white and round long legs. The age of sixteen is the purest and most beautiful time.
She jumped to the left side of where Garen was lying, and lay flat on the bed.
"Brother, is there any problem between you and Rafael?"
"Don't worry about it so much, kid." Garen didn't even bother to open his eyes, and replied with his eyes closed. "You have a boyfriend?"
"No! That kind of thing is too boring, it doesn't matter what you do." Vivien curled her hair with her fingers and said, "Brother found someone from another town."
"From outside the town?"
"Yeah. A very honest-looking woman." Vivien described it very bluntly.
"Be polite."
"Yes yes yes. Forget it, you go to sleep, I'm going back to the room." The sound of Vivien getting up, followed by the closing of the room door, and the sound of footsteps gradually moving away.
Garen lay on the bed and didn't want to move.
"By the way, bro!" Suddenly Vivien's voice sounded again, the door was opened and then closed again, and footsteps approached quickly.
"What's the matter?" Garen felt a little headache, he just wanted some time to think about his state.
"Do you think I look good today?"
"Looks good." Garen said casually, "Little Vivien is always the most beautiful and lovely."
"You say you look good without even opening your eyes."
Garen was helpless and was about to open his eyes when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He couldn't open his eyes at all, his eyelids seemed to be unable to use his strength, his body was so stiff that he couldn't move, so he could only lie on the bed so stiff.
His thinking suddenly seemed to become dull, as if he knew how to get rid of this state, but he just couldn't remember how to do it.
"here we go again"
His heart skipped a beat.
This kind of attack on consciousness is impossible to guard against, there is no pattern to follow, and he was caught in just a moment.
"Brother, you look very bad." Vivien's voice came over, "Are you sick?"
"Maybe, I don't know." Garen replied.
"Forget it, I'm going to take a shower." Vivien seemed to be angry, and then there was the sound of footsteps leaving.
The room fell silent for a while.
Garen was lying on the bed alone, his whole body was cramped, he couldn't move, and he couldn't open his eyes.
In the silence, he suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps approaching his bed gently.
The man seemed to be walking towards him, getting closer, getting closer, getting closer.
The footsteps stopped when they reached his bedside, and the other party seemed to be watching him.
call.
There was a slight exhalation sound.
Garen felt as if the man stretched out his hands and was gently grabbing his face.
boom! ! !
Suddenly, a flame-like force exploded from Garen's arms. This force seemed to be burning like an invisible fire, and spread to all parts of Garen's body in an instant.
For a split second, Garen felt hot flames emanating from his whole body, and the flames directly burned the man's hands.
grumble! !
He seemed to hear a sharp scream, like the sound of a mouse. Then he opened his eyes.
With a breath, everything before disappeared instantly, as if it was just an illusion.
Garen felt wet all over, as if he was sweating profusely. He sniffed, and faintly smelled a faint fragrance coming from the left. Turning her head to the side, little Vivien was lying on the bed on the left side. She fell asleep on her stomach, and she didn't know that it was the gods and demons who came in.
Gently raising his upper body, Garen felt the sweat from his hair and forehead trickle down his temples and bridge of nose, itching.
He doesn't like this feeling, compared to face-to-face fighting, this feeling of being attacked everywhere is really terrible.
He felt the vitality stored in his arms, one-third of which had been consumed.
It was the explosion just now that may have severely injured the opponent.
But Garen felt that it would not be that simple.
Leaving the bedroom, the lights in the study are still on, and I don't know who is still there.
He walked to the bathroom and quickly took off the towel to wipe the sweat off his body.
Suddenly, he saw a line of small black characters in the hollow of his right shoulder and clavicle.
All of a sudden, his movements of wiping himself froze, and he recognized the line of writing.
"There are many characters in ancient sounds?" Garen stroked a row of letters on his right shoulder carefully.
It was as if someone had tattooed it with something, and it couldn't be wiped off.
"It was the unknown void that defeated us." He translated the meaning of this line in a low voice. "What does it mean?"
The ancient Yinduo civilization is closely related to the inheritance of warlocks. They are powerful and mysterious, and they pursue the path of death in the underworld. They are extremely powerful for a while, but they disappear completely without a trace as if overnight.
If he remembered correctly, he didn't have this line of writing on his body when he took a shower last night, that is to say, this line of writing only appeared today.
Garen carefully observed the handwriting and raw materials of this line of writing in the mirror. There were faint traces of black and red in the black writing on it, like dried and coagulated black blood.
(end of this chapter)