Step, step, step...

The sound of footsteps makes people feel a heavy emotion!

The figure reflected in the dim light slowly approached Ke Wen and the two little girls.

The older girl was even more frightened and quickly dragged the little girl and hid behind Ke Wen.

Ke Wen glanced at them, then turned back and looked forward.

The figure quickly came closer. He was a strong middle-aged man wearing a small waistcoat outside a thin turtleneck sweater.

He has a beard and messy black hair that is wet with sweat and combed back.

After getting closer, the other party's regretful and desperate eyes were immediately revealed with difficulty.

The visitor was slightly startled when he saw Ke Wen.

Xiang Kewen took a quick look at him, then raised his gaze to carefully observe Kewen's appearance.

His eyebrows rose slightly, and his hands with metal fists gradually lifted slightly.

"Who are you!"

His voice was like a wounded beast, and the strong man's tone was like a volcano about to erupt. He asked in a deep voice: "I have never seen a face like yours in Zaun! Piltover?!"

Hearing this, Ke Wen instantly showed a look of surprise.

He did not answer, but turned to look at the two little girls who were hiding behind him and dispelled their guard.

Observing the features of the two little girls again, Ke Wen couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch their foreheads.

At this time, the big girl suddenly came around from behind Ke Wen.

She made a silent inquiry again, but this time the person asking was a strong man.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help but look more guilty and sad.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but tilted his head and gestured to the direction not far away.

The older girl looked over immediately.

By chance, a gust of breeze blew up, dispersing a little of the surrounding blood mist.

At the same time, it also exposed two corpses that were killed in battle.

The breeze disappeared and the air became solid again.

Staring at the scene that was once again buried in the blood mist, the big girl suddenly slumped her shoulders helplessly.

The cry of collapse sounded.

With tears streaming down her face, the older girl's body went limp and she knelt down on the ground, looking up and crying in grief.

Next to her, a little girl of only a few years old still didn't understand the accident.

She has no concept of the death of her parents at all, and she doesn't understand what life and death are.

She appeared very at a loss. After looking blankly at the current situation, she could only hug the older girl's arm and press her body tightly against the older girl's body.

The sight before him made Kewen sigh secretly.

He looked at the two girls and said softly: "Zuan, Piltover...so you are Fander?"

"Who are you?" the other party asked back.

Ke Wen raised his head and looked through the blood mist to the blue sky outside.

Traveling through the Rubik's Cube actually sent him to this world.

Runeterra, League of Legends, and... the time of the Battle of Two Cities...

Sighing secretly again, Kewen withdrew his gaze.

Now was not the time for him to think about other things.

He lowered his head and looked at the older girl who was out of breath from crying - Wei Aolai.

Then he looked at the daughter of this universe, the little madman from the future - Jinx... Silently leaning down, Kewen stretched out his hands to the two little girls.

"What do you want to do!"

Fandel immediately took a step forward, but he was afraid that the stranger Kewen would hurt the two little girls, so he did not dare to make too big a move.

Kewen gently picked up the two little girls.

Then he replied softly: "As you can see, take Loli away, ah, I'm sorry."

He suddenly realized something, and turned to Fandel and said: "The tone of this world is heavy. Such frivolous words are somewhat inappropriate, so please let me answer again."

He raised his arms to let the two little girls lean into his arms more comfortably.

Then Ke Wen sighed and said: "With you, they have no future, so I adopted them."

"Who are you?!" Fandel gritted his teeth and asked again in a deep voice: "You are not a Zaun! How can I trust you!"

"Zu An..."

Ke Wen murmured, and turned to look at Fander again: "Do you want to hear the fragrance from my mouth? I promise that for at least half an hour, my swear words will not be the same, so you want to hear my words

My greetings to you?"

"you!"

"Okay!" Ke Wen interrupted impatiently: "If you have time to argue with me, you might as well think about how to clean up the mess here. You... almost killed all the aspiring people in Zaun this time.

Sergeant, Fander, you have failed them."

These words are as sharp as a knife.

Fandel's heart ached, showing a look of remorse and pain.

He turned his head and looked around in confusion, looking at his companions who followed him and stormed the upper city, but in the end they turned into corpses.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to hear countless ghosts accusing him, accusing him of why he was the only one who survived.

Peng!

With his knees touching the ground, Fandel instantly lost his energy and energy, and tears of regret rolled out of his eyes.

Ke Wen shook his head and said nothing more.

He took a step forward, holding the two little girls in his arms and headed towards the lower city of Zu'an.

In his perception, he could clearly see all the scenery in Digou Lower City, as well as the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the bustling Upper City.

Two cities are divided into two parts, separated into two worlds by a bridge filled with blood mist.

In the lower city, which is shrouded in all kinds of particulate smog and alchemical exhaust gas, many residents are quietly waiting for the good news from above.

They hoped that Fandel's operation would be a great success and that Fandel would lead the people of Lower City out of the ravine and rift valley with difficult environment.

In the bustling upper city, Fandel's uprising seemed to them to be just a small riot.

No one would care, they were still singing and dancing, and many people were even pointing at the law enforcement officers blocking the bridge entrance, betting on how long it would take for the law enforcement officers to end the massacre.

Dirty people have pure expectations, while noble people are expressing their bone-chilling ugliness...

Kewen withdrew his perception and stepped out of the bridge, entering the old city in the upper city.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! His footsteps kept moving, and he continued to move forward along the path and impression he perceived.

After passing through a series of dirty alleys, Ke Wen finally stopped in front of a simple elevator... There were heavy footsteps approaching quickly behind him.

Soon, Fandel caught up with him.

He looked at Ke Wen who was waiting in front of the elevator, and then walked into the elevator first without saying a word.

After Kewen walked in with his two children in his arms, Fandel raised his hand and lowered the start wrench of the elevator.

Amidst the creaking sound, the elevator began to descend slowly after a sudden tremor.

No one spoke.

Coven and Fander each remained silent, while the two children had fallen asleep on Coven's shoulders.

The little blue-haired girl slept peacefully, while the pink-haired Wei hugged Kewen's neck and sobbed from time to time while sleeping.

Soon, a green light shone in from the gap in the elevator.

The elevator entered the middle level of the rift valley, criss-crossing the cities built in the canyon, and finally revealed its face to Kewen.

It was daytime outside, but the sky above the Rift Valley was dark.

The entire rift valley is filled with all kinds of exhaust fumes.

Industrial waste gas occupies the upper part, blocking the sky and light, while a green haze composed of various alchemical waste gases fills the bottom of the rift valley.

The rift valley is about thirty meters wide, and there are various buildings densely covered at the bottom of the valley and on the mountain walls on both sides.

They are basically residential workshops. The light emanates from all the workshops. After being filtered by various colored glass windows, the light actually cross-reflects the entire Rift Valley in colorful colors.

This feels like a strong steampunk style.

Of course, the most profound feeling that can be experienced here is the burning feeling left in the nose and throat after breathing.
To be continued...