Chapter 633 (1/2)

That wonderful fruit, even on the Boulevard without sunshine, gave off a shining golden light.

Absolutely right, that must be the legendary golden apple in the fruit forest on the top of Amos mountain!

At the moment of seeing that, weller felt as if he had been hit by lightning. A feeling of Indescribability rushed straight to his brain along his spine.

Although he had made a decision, in fact, he still had some doubts about the fruit forest mentioned in the letter.

But now that even the real things have appeared, that is to say, the Golden Apple forest really exists, his great great great grandfather did not lie!

Then weller suddenly realized that his current situation was quite bad.

Facing the bandits rushing towards him, the round faced boy even felt that his cold hair stood up because of fear.

The ferocious faces and bloody blades of the bandits showed that they were obviously quite cruel and cruel.

Almost didn't wait for Wheeler to run a few steps, he was caught by the bandits. Because he struggled a few times, the boy was beaten in the abdomen by the bandits. The whole man was like a shrimp bow on the ground, spitting sour water.

On the other side, the failed Knight Lauren krautian was also beaten and kicked by several other bandits.

”Hey ~ the golden apple in the wire is actually true.”

One of them looked like a leader, and his equipment was obviously much better than that of other bandits. The young man picked up the golden apple from the ground, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then his eyes fell on the knight Claudian like a dead dog.

”Mr. Claudian used to be an individual. Give him a good time.”

The bandit leader snorted disdainfully and gave orders to his men.

”What about this kid?”

Cried the villain from Wheeler.

”If you kill him, blame yourself for your bad life. Break into such a place.”

The other party answered decisively.

At the moment when the two unlucky men were about to become the ghosts of the bandits, a sudden change occurred.

A figure sprang out of the bushes and, with a lightning speed, punched the nearest bandit's head into his chest like a pile driver.

”Tom! You bastard! ”

The bandit next to him immediately shouted and cut at the figure, but he was easily flashed by the other party, took his knife with his backhand, cut his throat with a knife, and the bright red blood gushed out like a fountain.

He subconsciously covered his throat, but blood still spilled between his fingers. Because the trachea was also cut open, he seemed unable to speak. He could only make a ”loud” sound from his throat, widened his eyes, and fell to the ground with an incredible expression as his life passed. It seemed that he didn't react until his death. Why did he become a prey when he was just taking the lives of others.