Chapter 1017 Voice

"Woo...thank you...thank you big brother".

Seeing the sharp knife close at hand was directly smashed by an invisible "air", how could the little girl who was already terrified and limp on the ground not know that she had met a real savior? While the gangsters were wide-eyed and stunned, the girl who quickly broke free from the confinement almost relied on her survival instinct to express her gratitude loudly and ran behind Ganatika.

Although the boy at this moment can be said to have just stood up from the garbage dump, and the dirty smell lingered all over the body of this decadent "vagrant", but the frightened little girl didn't care much about it. In view of these, in order to grab the only life-saving straw that fell from the sky, she can't wait to hug the homeless who stepped forward in time.

"...Thank you? What is there to be grateful for? How can a guy like me be grateful?"

Thanks to the beautiful girl, if it is an ordinary brave young man, maybe he should make good use of this opportunity to show his heroic qualities. Ganatica, who was thanked as a savior with her pretty face wet with tears, could only feel the sadness of being overwhelmed.

Back then, when I decided to lead the poor against the exploitation of the nobles together with the girl "Pandora", where did I have any hesitation? Back then, when I was driven by hatred to slaughter the so-called "indifferent bystanders" wantonly, how did I feel any mercy?

But today... the long time has passed silently, and the blood of the devil has soaked the leather armor. What has become of that Ganatica named "Avenger"? Where does the so-called "true self" exist?

The former "brave" is probably as unrecognizable as those precious memories.

"..."

"Okay, it's okay, go home quickly, and don't enter such dark alleys again in the future."

The slightly mechanized lowered head told the young girl, and Ganatika, whose mind was still in a mess, didn't even know what he was talking about.

"Didn't I swear to become the craziest evil person? Didn't I try to become stronger and avenge the gods? Why would I use such a tone in this remote corner to help a child who I don't know get out of danger? I am Who? What am I doing now?"

Silently watching the girls who expressed their gratitude one after another earnestly nodded in agreement, Ganatica suddenly felt that everything around him became dreamlike and lost its reality again.

A real dream will always wake up, but such a dream is doomed to have no beginning and no end.

"Thank you, big brother... this... this bouquet of flowers for you... that... thank you very much"!

Of course, the frightened girl couldn't see Ganatika's preoccupation. Seeing a few stunned gangsters seem to start looking at her fiercely from the corner of her eye again, the little girl with her jet-black ponytail trembling in the breeze couldn't bear it anymore. I was about to turn around and run away.

So she quickly pulled out the most complete and beautiful white flower branch from a pile of dusty bouquets and put it in the palm of Ganatika's palm. After finally calming down, the girl turned around and trotted away from the alley.

For her innocent, what happened today was just a terrible nightmare encounter, and the encounter between her and the homeless figure Ganatika was far from being called an "encounter". After leaving this dark alley, Her life is still selling flowers to subsidize her family, and she has a crush on Xiao Lu, a handsome third-rate bard in the tavern.

The act of sending that white flower may even be the only opportunity for a poor girl to get close to a professional in her life.

However, for the young avenger who fell into contemplation and confusion... the meaning of this bouquet of flowers is too extraordinary...

"Hey, don't... don't think that being a professional just... can be arrogant. My second uncle's fourth brother and sister... are also apprentice warriors..."

Seeing that his "prey" had already run away, the gangsters who were sweating profusely wanted to take the opportunity to sneak away.

You know, even in the empire ruled by legendary mages, the number of professionals is extremely rare in a country with a total population of more than four billion. , a group of gangsters who are just ordinary people will of course be frightened to the point of tearing their hearts apart. If it weren't for the tall Ganatika blocking the only exit of the alley, these bullying guys would have long since Rolling and climbing, he fell into the wilderness and fled.

But... I'm afraid that the leader of the gangster who took the medicine and said harsh words in a good way didn't realize at all that his "noisy" threat was a legendary warrior who was extremely mentally unstable...

"Don't make noise".

Before he could finish his slurred sentence, a light drink mixed with mental fluctuations suddenly interrupted his sentence.

That's right, this is of course just a simple light drink, and for the legendary powerhouse, it's just a habit of amplifying the volume of his speech.

However, wouldn't two or three gentle slaps be equivalent to Mount Tai crushing bones for ants? Faced with such a powerful fluctuation of mental power, a few villains who were just ordinary people died instantly on the spot without even a chance to scream.

And it is worth mentioning that their deaths did not attract the slightest attention from Ganatica, because at this moment, the youth with cloudy eyes was still staring at the bouquet in his hand in a daze—after getting the bouquet In an instant, he felt the familiar emotion that he hadn't felt for more than a hundred thousand years.

This emotion is called joy.

Yes, this is just an ordinary white flower in the field, but in the eyes of today's "Young Avengers", its petals seem to be carved from white jade, and they shine like crystal clear crystals. The dewdrops reflected the face of a boy who had never changed like a magic mirror.

It was Ganatika's own face...  

"Have I really changed? Have I really grown? Am I really... lost"?

Clenching his fingers full of power, feeling the roaring and whirling of fighting spirit in his soul, the teary-eyed young man murmured to himself and questioned himself in a low voice.

But this time, there was no answer in his ears as usual.

Because just as Ganatika's voice fell, an ethereal voice echoed in this remote alley as if it appeared out of nowhere:

"How could it be? Poor child? Your heart is only covered by unnecessary hatred. How can you say that your current reflection is not a kind of growth? Your good deeds have helped you step out of the abyss of evil , how can the pure soul be lost forever?"