I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

In the picture.

A wooden stake was placed on the clear and blue shallow stream.

Philen staggered from the stake to the other side. When she reached the end of the stake, her expression paused slightly.

Because.

The person who used to catch her when she jumped from a high place has changed from Fulilian to Hugh Tark.

In the distance.

Zain and Fulilian, who was carrying a box, turned around and looked at the two young people.

Philen hesitated for a moment, but still put her hand on Hugh Tark's arm and helped him jump off the stake.

[Sure enough, the relationship has improved visibly! ]

[Tomato helped Eggplant get off the bridge. ]

[I smell the scent of love!!!]

Walked for a while.

On the road.

Philen and Hugh Tark, I don't know what they talked about, the two of them talked and laughed, and smiles appeared on their faces.

[Hugh Bao and Philen talked and laughed, and the social distance between the two was getting closer and closer. ]

[Xiu Bao's three months of etiquette learning seem to have been quite effective, bringing the two closer. ]

In front, Zain looked around and saw Fulilian in front of him turned around and walked towards the road on the left.

"Ah, it's that village." Zain followed Fulilian's direction and saw the village in the plain.

At the entrance of the village.

A relatively short figure wearing a red cloak can be seen sitting at the entrance of the village.

On the side, there is a huge tree that is as thick as five or six people hugging, full of golden leaves, standing at the entrance of the village.

Four people approached.

"Grandpa Forle." Fulilian called him.

The old dwarf in a red cloak and a helmet raised his head when he heard it.

The dwarf's old face, his eyes were still squinting.

"Long time no see." Fulilian approached and greeted Grandpa Forle.

It can be seen that Grandpa Forle's long white beard has drooped on the red cloak.

He sat on a huge rock at the entrance of the village, with a broadsword wrapped in a scabbard standing beside him.

Fulilian arrived in front of Grandpa Forle, turned around and looked at her teammates behind her, and asked with a smile.

"How is it."

"This kind of temperament of an experienced old warrior is very handsome."

Xiutark and Philen walked to the entrance of the village and saw Grandpa Forle mentioned by Fulilian.

"This is more than an old warrior." Xiutark saw the second dwarf.

Obviously, there is a huge difference from Master Aize.

This is obviously an old man.

Grandpa Forle looked at Xiutark and turned back to look at Fulilian.

"Who are you?"

Fulilian narrowed her eyes and looked at Grandpa Forle.

"He must be old and confused." Xiutark couldn't help but complain.

Philen watched quietly.

[Hardcore Warrior. 】

【Alzheimer's disease...】

Fullian lowered her head and said to Grandpa Forle, "I am Fulilian."

Grandpa Forle looked up at Fulilian and said, "Hmm."

Then he lowered his head, "That's right..."

Shuttark and Philen didn't understand for a moment, "Hmm?"

Has Grandpa Forle been so old?

Even Fulilian can't remember it. Is it because it's been too long?

Fullian said, "Are you still pretending to be stupid?"

Pretending to be stupid?

Shuttark, Philen and Zain didn't understand what was going on with Grandpa Forle.

Grandpa Forle opened his eyes and glanced to the side.

The next second.

Shuttark felt as if he was tripped by something, "Huh?"

He fell straight to the ground.

'Bang...'Shuttark fell straight to the ground.

He couldn't react.

Grandpa Forle raised the broadsword beside him and pointed at Hugh Tark on the ground.

Fulilian looked at Hugh Tark unexpectedly.

"Most of the dead died because of carelessness." Grandpa Forle said.

[Oh my god! ]

[Although I am old, my arrows are still sharp. ]

"Whether it is against demons or humans, this trick is the most effective." Grandpa Forle looked at Hugh Tark on the ground.

He held the ground and tried to stand up.

But no matter how hard Hugh Tark tried, he couldn't get up from the ground.

[Hugh Tark: Familiar feeling...]

[Have you started teaching? Is Tomato going to get stronger again? I'm looking forward to it! ]

"Can't stand up?"

Grandpa Forle asked.

Zain and Philen looked at Hugh Tark lying on the ground with wide eyes, very surprised, they knew Hugh Tark's strength very well.

Hugh Tark already has very strong strength among the warriors.

But now he couldn't even stand up.

Grandpa Forer continued, "Even an experienced warrior can easily be fatally injured if he is not prepared in advance."

"He can easily be fatally injured if he is not prepared in advance."

Shuttark supported himself on the ground with his elbows and looked up at Forer on the stone pier.Grandpa.

‘Hmm…’ Hugh Tark lowered his head and thought.

“If my sword had been unsheathed just now, your legs would have been useless.”

[Just learn it, Hugh Bao. This is the strength of an old warrior. ]

[I remember Hugh Tark’s footwork was extremely powerful. How could he be tricked? ]

“Your fighting style is still so despicable.” Fulilian sighed.

Grandpa Forer looked up, “Fullian, welcome.”

“Have a good rest.”

Fullian smiled, turned around and walked into the village.

Philen followed behind.

“Wait, Fulilian…” Hugh Tark’s voice was a little difficult.

Fulilian and Philen turned around.

Standing at the entrance of the village with Zain and the other two, they were about to go in and looked back at Hugh Tark on the ground.

“I can’t walk…” Hugh Tark said pitifully, asking Fulilian for help.

"Xiutark, you should practice well with Grandpa Forle." Fulilian said, and then turned and walked towards the village.

Throwing Xiutark on the ground, she prepared to let the old warrior practice well with him.

As warriors, Xiutark's aggressive fighting style would definitely improve greatly if he trained with the experienced Grandpa Forle for a period of time.

"Okay." Xiutark responded in a low voice.

Zain stood in place and looked at the two warriors.

"What an incredible old man." He also clearly felt the horror of Grandpa Forle, and sweat broke out on his face.

He couldn't help but praise.

[I can't stand up, hahahaha. ]

[Cute little tomato. ]

[Guess why he still wears a helmet at his age (laugh)]

[I like this old man so much. ]

The scene changed.

A wooden house with a triangular trapezoidal roof built of wood, built on a stone foundation, surrounded by a fence.

"Let's use the firewood here." A villager wearing suspenders brought Fulilian and the other two to the small shed next to the wooden house.

Pointing to the chopped firewood on the ground, he warmly entertained the three.

"I want to live here for ten years. Can you introduce me to a job?" Fulilian asked the villager.

Before the villager could speak, Feilun said in a tough tone, "Ms. Fulilian."

"At most one week."

"Got it." Fulilian had to respond obediently.

[Ten years is just a casual thing. ]

[Fei Lun: I don't agree! ]

[Hahaha, Fu Fu never forgets her original intention. ]

[She also began to cherish her friends. ]