My Heroic Life

Skaha is not a heroic spirit, but a human being surrounded by countless curses, so the blood toxin of the gods has no effect on her. There is no other person in the kingdom of shadows. It is the best place to isolate. Therefore, Skaha became the only The people who accompany him.

"Is it cold?"

"much better."

"That's good."

"There was a fight after you appeared in Ireland? Are you injured?"

"No, they are very powerful, and even if I can't do it as an enemy at the same time, but it's more than enough just to delay the time."

"Well, that would be fine, I will have you with me for the last period of time, sorry."

Roland held Skaha's hand and said with some apologetics, Skaha dropped her red eyes sadly, she clenched her hand and kissed Roland's profile:

"nothing."

The two of them hugged and chatted like this, the time passing in the shadow of the country was hard to notice. After some time, the long-haired young man suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking. He was silent for a moment and looked up at the woman with purple hair.

"Skaha, I am leaving."

"..."

"Although I don't know the past, I believe you and I believe we will meet again one day, but before that day comes, please take care of yourself."

"...Well, I will."

The boy sighed as he heard Skaha's hoarse voice, turned around and took the woman's cheeks with both hands.

"I have troubled you all the time, sorry...and I love you."

The young man confessed his love to a woman for the first time, and leaned over and kissed her lips gently. A few seconds later, the golden light flickered in the dark palace, and there was no one in Skaha’s arms. A laurel ring lay quietly in the woman's palm.

"I love you too, Lan."

Skaha watched the ring choked with tears, then wiped away the tears and stood up.

"But you don't need to apologize to me. It's my own choice. At least this time, we can embrace each other."

The purple-haired queen rubbed the radiant ring in her hand, muttering firmly in her eyes.

"This is not the end, but the beginning."

As soon as the voice fell, a black condensing spot appeared in the space ahead, and the familiar door opened again. Skaha walked out the door with Roland's terminal device in his hand, and then clicked on the first contact.

Nero Claudius.

"Hey! Honey, is that you? Where are you?"

In a short second, the emperor’s voice was heard anxiously, and Skaha was speechless for a moment, and said in a low voice:

"He just left."

"..."

Skaha's words caused Nero's silence, and then there were sound of falling objects and sporadic crying on the other side of the terminal.

"I know you are sad now, but you already know the situation. We have other things to do."

"Woo, what do you mean?"

"First, we have to join hands."

"What? Together? With you?"

"I know you have opinions on me, but do you have other options besides me? Britain and the European Union are both duo. We are not strong enough. We must first join hands to negotiate with them, and then..."

Skaha paused for a moment, narrowed his eyes, red glow in his eyes.

"Go to Babylon and find the holy pal."

Chapter One Please choose your own hot weapon

In the dim hall, Yin Lan woke up again, the chaos of the many memories in his brain made him frown, he leaned back and looked around in confusion.

"This is the Kingdom of Shadows...no, it's not right."

Because the scene before the soul dissipated was too similar to here, Yin Lan had not yet reacted from death. He blinked and became a little awake, and looked up at the high platform ahead.

"Yo, awake? Welcome back."

Between the familiar dark screen people and the familiar throne, Yin Lan was stunned when she saw the figure in front of her, and spent a long time cross-legged on the ground, finally remembering the recent situation.

"How about this trip? There is no danger, right? I will tell you that our company is a conscience enterprise."

The dark curtain people started to talk about the dumbfounded work of Yin Lan. What is the combination of work and rest? What sustainable development does not make employees feel depressed, they also specifically point to the floor under Yin Lan's feet to invite credit.

"how about it?"

"How about what?"

"Floor, it's not cold anymore, I have added floor heating."

"???"

Would you rather add ground heat than pull me?Is it so hard to help me?

"Are you quite rich?"

"Huh? Why do you ask?"

"Are you the stupid son of a landlord's family, or a big capitalist dog family? Wouldn't it be good for you to give me this money? Do you know how difficult it is for me to come?"

Yin Lan recalled the hardships of the first year this time, and her eyes suddenly became wet.

"There is no target enemy this time. When I went down, my eyes were black, my pocket was cleaner than my face, and I was sleeping in cardboard boxes by the side of the road every day, and I was harassed by a bunch of old women. By the way, this is you. Said it is more popular? Really when I have never seen charm magic?"

Yin Lan stared at the dark screen man with a ugly expression, who turned his eyes with a guilty conscience.

"Oh, this is wrong with you, how many people want this ability yet, why are you not satisfied?"

"This ability itself is nothing, but it's too bad to match the side effect of hemoptysis and weakness? Isn't this just a gift?"

"Isn’t it Skaha this time? Let’s give it away. They will deal with the funeral and lead a group to find someone for you. If you don’t pay the salary, you will pay it off. If you owe it, it’s just right. ?"

The man from the dark curtain sighed at this point, and said earnestly:

"You owe her too much. If she is rude, you have to forgive her."