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The scenes in the jungle made Jun Tian, ​​a mature soul who had experienced all the vicissitudes, remain silent. The young war song priest quietly looked at the depressed thief in the jungle.

The dark eyes made the heart of the priest who was firm in his heart suddenly stung, as if a string that had already been tense was severely cut off by a sword that was extremely sharp with a flashing cold light.

Thirty years of storm memories, thirty years of ordinary and dim life.

The source of memory is like a torrent of the floodgates being released. Scenes of thoughts flashed in the priest's heart, and childhood play and laughter kept playing. The experience of fighting together in school and skipping classes made the young priest's mouths outline a faint curve.

The simple and tender joy kept shining in the mind of the young priest, and a faint warmth filled Juntian's heart, which was the smell of relatives.

However, Jun Tian looked at the decadent man with dull eyes in the jungle.

My thoughts were vague. When did the thief who had been swearing to follow him to earn gold coins and travel around the world before the peak service was hit like this? Where is the optimistic and vulgar fat man in his impression now?

Jun Tian did not allow it, he did not allow his brother to be defeated by the suffering of reality and then sink into despair.

This is his partner, and even more so, his brother.

Jun Tian strided heavily, and the young priest grabbed the thief's clothes and pulled it up. He raised his right hand high and landed hard on the thief's cheek, and suddenly turned red.

Liu Can looked up in shock and looked at the eyes of the War Song Priest.

The eyes were like the indifference contained in the cold sea water, like the gods in the Western Heavenly Palace, who ignored all living beings. Just a few seconds of looking at each other made Liu Can feel a sense of trembling as if he was deeply involved!

"Do you like her? That woman?" A faint voice sounded, pointing straight to my heart.

The thief's body suddenly trembled, and he felt an unexciting throbbing!

"Even if you lick your face, you have to ask for excellent quality equipment for her brothers? Even if you give up killing the top boss in the Lava Rift Valley of the Peak World, you have to win the beauty's smile? If you want to be with her, even if you give up your brother who shares the joys and sorrows?"

"Why?"

"Are you here to laugh at me? Laugh." A dry voice sounded.

Liu Can lowered his head, his scattered hair covered his cheeks and did not dare to look at the young priest's eyes, but his palms had already clenched into fists and tightened little by little.

"I'm not worth it, not just for myself, but for you!"

The smile at the corner of Jun Tian's mouth became even colder. The young priest held the body of the fat thief with his right hand, grabbed his hair with his left hand and grabbed it backwards. The pale cheeks hidden in the bun appeared.

"The woman can really deserve this name, but tell me. Liu Can, why are you rich or powerful? What can you give to that material woman? Compare money? You can't compare with Pang Chong. In reality, the huge financial resources of the Pang family are enough to suppress you. In the virtual, you can't compare with the president of the guild who occupied Os' side, Pang Sanlang. Even if he doesn't have the support of the guild, his personal strength is enough to crush you."

"Tell me, why do you?"

The young war song priest was indifferent and questioned his face.

Those questions were sharper than the thunder and lightning that fell from the nine heavens. They were like a sharp sword that severely cut off all the defenses in the thief's heart, allowing the secret that was only hidden in the dark to be ruthlessly exposed to the bright sky, and gradually the sunlight shone into ashes!

The fat body curled up into a ball and shivered, and the thief's eyes hidden between his arms suddenly turned red. The palms, which were clenched into fists, exerted even more forcefully, and the sharp nails pierced into the flesh. The bright red blood mixed with dirty soil mixed down, dyeing the ground with some plum blossoms red.

Jun Tian's face was stern, mean and cold.

"You are just a pool of mud, a pool of mud that cannot be supported on the wall!"

A pool of mud, a pool of mud that cannot be supported on the wall.

The unforgiving words were in the thief's heart, as if he was ruthlessly stabbed into a wound. His heart seemed to be suddenly opened by the shackles that had been closed, and the beasts hidden in his heart were raging! Liu Can stared at the young priest and roared angrily.

"I'm not mud! I'm not mud!"

He roared, and like a madman, he took out a sharp dagger from his waist and stabbed it hard at the young priest who was endlessly mocking in front of him. In the sunlight, the dagger emitted a cold breath, and the excellent quality dagger symbolizing glory flashed with a green light.

However, the light was strange and sad at this moment.

Jun Tian looked at the dagger that was approaching coldly, standing calmly without dodging or avoiding, and the system prompt sound suddenly rang out!

Dingdong, the player War Song Priest received another tragic hand-to-hand attack from the thief, causing 67 points of damage.

Pounce! A little bloody flower exploded on the young priest's chest, dyeing the legendary robe red. Even if he chose forty percent of the pain sensing, the thief's exertion of force still made the young priest's mouth crack.

One knife after another, and it didn't stop, and the knife was bleeding.

The depressed thief seemed to have found a breakthrough after being hit hard. The bright red blood stimulated Liu Can's nerves, and Zhang Xianghe's face twisted. He waved his arms like crazy, waving his sharp blade in front of his closest friend, ruthlessly attacking.

Time and again!

The system prompt sounded constantly, and the Battle Song Priest had a heavy blood volume of 860 points. Under the continuous attacks of the thieves, he was beaten to the 50 point realm.

Jun Tian stretched out his palm and held the blade that was about to pierce, and the sharp blade cut his finger. But the young war song priest was still standing silently, and Jun Tian stared at the crazy Liu Can indifferently.

It seemed that he was reacting that the one who was ruthlessly attacking him in front of him was not the Pang Chong who made him hate, nor the president of Fenghua and Xueyue. Liu Can was stunned and staggered back a few steps. The blood-stained red robe in front of the young priest made a tingling feeling in his eyes.

Liu Can gritted his teeth and waved his hand to stab the sharp blade into his chest. One more slash, this usually vulgar thief had courage in vain and tried his best to vent his dissatisfaction in this virtual peak world.

People cannot survive without being crazy!

After a long time, I finally got tired. The dagger in Liu Can's hand slid to the ground, making a crisp sound of ding dong.

The thief sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Like a child.

Unspeakable pain arose in Jun Tian's heart, and a slight stinging sensation kept coming from his chest, but the tenderness from the wound was far beyond the same as in his heart.

If you love to the extreme, you are love, and if you love to the extreme, you are crazy!

Someone once said that a man who is fearless and upright and strong in the world sheds bleeding for a woman, that is not painful! A man who is timid and shy by nature sheds tears for a woman, that is not painful!

When this great man shed tears for a woman, it was really painful. A timid man shed blood for a woman, it was really painful!

However, the young priest looked at the crying thief in the jungle silently, his eyes still firm, and his thin lips were clenched by his teeth and blood.

"Don't cry!"

He stepped forward again, grabbed the thief's clothes, and shouted coldly.

The cold shout fell on the crying man in the jungle like a thunder. In a blink of an eye, the cloudless sky was covered by dark clouds. The heavy rain poured down, just like Liu Can's sad mood.

The rainstorm is like a pearl!

A shining light burst out from Jun Tian's eyes, firm and dazzling. Standing on the platform, the young priest's sonorous tone resounded throughout the sky.

"Don't cry!"

"Men! The sky above your head is the sky! The earth below your feet is the earth! The sky collapses, you have to carry it with your shoulders. The ground is sunk, you have to support it with your soles. If your hands are broken, you still have your feet! If your legs are broken, you still have a spine that cannot bend!"

Liu Can looked up in shock, and the clanging voice in front of him kept lingering in the sky. The thief suddenly realized that his brother had become so powerful.

He stared at the eyes of the young priest, and the firmness and ambition contained in his eyes were like the bottomless sea, vast and boundless!

"Where is this?" the young priest said, as if he was doubtful, or muttering to himself.

Liu Can was confused and the rain washed away the traces on the thief's face, revealing his clean cheeks.

"This is the peak!"

Jun Tian smiled, he strided forward, stood by the cliff on the platform, overlooking the entire continuous mountains. Turning around, his face turned cold, and his eyes were shining with sharp sword light!

In the wind and rain, raindrops fell on the ground and splashed mist, blocking Liu Can's vision, but the priest who opened his eyes angrily and roared in the wind and rain vaguely had a solemn momentum rising into the sky!

The young priest had flat arms, as if he wanted to embrace the world!

"Road mountains and towering mountains! This is a fantasy world known as the second world. The peak of reality is no longer a simple game. Here you can have a status above ten thousand people, and here you don't have to care about the gap in money in reality. If you have the strength, you can lead tens of thousands! If you have the strength, you can step on the peak throne and become an immortal king!"

"Tell me! What do you want?" the young priest asked with a smile.

"I"

Jun Tian's eyes were firm and shining, and the aura contained in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Don't you want to tear off the pitiful coat on her beautiful face in the most powerful way in front of that material woman! Don't you want to stomp the Pang Chong, who bullied you and trampled you, and tell him that you are just a pitiful person in front of me?"

The thief's face flushed! The palms holding the dagger suddenly trembled. The young priest's voice seemed to be the temptation of the devil, and it was more like Pandora who had been opened by accident! Liu Can felt that the passion in his heart was full of energy, and a heavy temperament rose leisurely!

Ambition!

"Tell me! What do you want?" The priest's cheeks flushed and hesitated hideously!

"I want to become the top thief in the peak!" Random roared!

Strongest!

"Thank you, the emperor!" The thief grinned immediately.

The young priest was still calm. He turned around and stood up. A word of nothingness came into his ears, but it made Liu Can cry again!

"You are my brother!"
Chapter completed!