"Legislative Commander? Legislative Commander?"

Mlak's voice awakened Cyril, who was still immersed in the bold fantasy, and he was still a little surprised when he came back to his senses.

"I don't have much time to survive, so I have to hurry up."

"Then keep moving forward, I have already made some speculations." Cyril calmed down and replied.

At this time, he had already made some speculations about the origin of this "Dead Spider Forest", but he still could not judge what the Aosaint Emma people had done to be confident that they could purify such an item that caused the degenerate of the forest.

He did not think that the Osaint Emma people could approach the island in the middle of the lake smoothly, and placing monsters in the lake was their limit. But if Alvin Bridges alone's personal force - although Cyril admitted that Alvin's force could indeed reach the top among the participating people, it was just this...

He and Mlak seized the time to approach. The monster individuals who did not appear mutations in the overly lush plants were not as natural objects as Cyrill saw in natural resonance.

They even need to use their swords to push away the thorns and vines blocking the road to pass smoothly.

But the smoother it was, Cyril's heart became heavier. He only felt that this was the peace before the storm, or the last calm section in front of the final boss's gate.

"arrive."

The spirit knight Mlak suddenly raised the giant sword in his hand, and after pushing away a huge leaf, the front suddenly became clear. When Cyril saw a scene in front of him, his expression suddenly froze-

They seemed to be standing on the green hill. Looking around, the stream gathered under the green hill into a lake, and an exquisite castle beside the lake...

The familiar appearance, even if Cyril lived there for less than a month, was enough to deeply engrave it in memory.

He squinted his eyes and could vaguely see the white dress hanging on the balcony on the second floor of the castle, which seemed to be drying clothes and quilts...

"Illusion, this is an illusion!"

Cyril immediately made a judgment. He turned his head to look at Mlak, but found that the latter had kneeled on the ground, and there were constant laughter from "hehe, hehe" under his face.

"Mrak!"

Cyril roared violently, Mlak trembled all over, and then he said blankly: "Legislative Commander? Are you calling me? Wait, Legislative Commander? What Legislative Commander?"

But his murmur was too light, and Cyril could not capture it in time. He held the sword tightly, and his magic power had begun to accumulate. At the same time, he ordered: "Pick up your sword and slash forward immediately!"

But the brilliant offensive movement of the Spirit Knight did not unfold around him in time. Mlak held the sword in his hand with some difficulty, but instead murmured: "Clash towards me? Cut towards me... front?"

His voice suddenly became sharp, and he shouted loudly: "No one can hurt Mandy, no one can think of!"

Cyril suddenly felt alert, then stepped back and opened the distance to Mlak too close. The latter screamed, then clumsily waved the sword in his hand and slashed towards Cyril. The posture could hardly hold the giant sword of the Extinguishing Legion, and almost threw it out.

But the loss of skills does not mean his loss of power. The hastily swung giant sword on the sword was stern and fast, and Cyril had no doubt that he would be chopped into two pieces by a sword!

He immediately flashed and opened the distance between him and Mlak again. At the same time, he turned his hand and the Book of Heroes had already opened in his hands. Even though Mlak was the top help, when Cyril was not sure to awaken him, choosing to give up this card instead of letting it become a distraction was the right choice.

But when he looked up again, he found that it was no longer Mlak in front of him, but...

"Yo, Adrien, the fries from the next store are half price, go and grab them."

The face had a hearty smile and two bags of fries produced by the famous restaurant "Uncle David" of Solconan. The rich aroma came to his nose and was truly beyond words.

Sunny Evans.

Cyril looked at the other person's appearance, and his clothes were still the same when he returned to Solconan from northern Xinjiang. His movements looked a little careless, and he handed him the steaming bag with a relaxed look on his face.

"Mr. Wei, dinner is ready... Oh, you can't see the snacks, otherwise she will not be willing to have a good meal."

Cyril turned his head and looked in the direction where the female voice came. The figure who was still busy on the second floor of the castle was now standing beside him. The white robe could not cover up her figure. The gentle voice seemed to make people willing to completely fall into her warm robe after hearing a sentence.

Mia Christian.

The bag of fries was about to be handed to him, and Mia next to her had reached out to his arm. She had always seemed so real before, but not so real-

Cyril admitted that this was a very outstanding illusion, but this illusion was also a failure.

He raised his hand, as if he was about to reach out to take the bag, Mia's voice was still urging, Evans's laughter continued, and the two voices were intertwined, almost occupying all his thoughts-

But Cyril's movement suddenly stopped.

"Evans, I think you forgot one thing."

"Hmm?" The fries stopped in the air.

"First, today is Thursday, and the discount is not French fries, but roasted chicken legs."

"Secondly, reading memory is like doing reading comprehension. Don't just make decisions by scanning the keywords, because, in fact, you - you have not been a passerby at Miss Mia's manor."

Evans' expression stopped on the awkward smile, and then the wind whistled in his ears.

The green sledgehammer fell from the sky and smashed it flattened. The half-elf-boy in front of him raised the book that was not closed in his hand, and the great sword of the spirit knight Mlak, who stopped in front of Cyril, turned into a stream of light and was again immersed in the book.

The surrounding scene was torn apart in an instant, the green hills disappeared, the lakes disappeared, and the castle in the distance disappeared.

There is only a pure green grassland left around. There is a stone table in the center of the grassland. There are several stone benches next to the stone table, and a bottle standing quietly on the table.

Cyril turned sideways again, Mia Christian kept reaching out, and his face was still a quiet and gentle smile. The floating wind blade did not tear it apart, but instead avoided her lightly. The only one who was unlucky was Evans - although it was fake.

"Do you still have to keep this posture? Miss Mia." Cyril smiled, and after a pause, he asked in a puzzled tone: "Or... Ms. Gejistaf?"

"Mia" withdrew her hand: "Why not? I think this is the image you want to see the most."

"Mia" suddenly licked her lips, making her rosy lips stained with a layer of wet marks of Linlin.

"Why don't you satisfy you, how about it?"

As she said that, she opened her robe and put it on.
Chapter completed!