Chapter 17 The familiar touch (seeking red)

consciously, Torresta suddenly kicked under his feet, and a beautiful flip back and fell firmly to the ground.

"Damn it." When his feet stepped on the ground, a feeling of dizziness surged into his mind. Torresta only felt black in front of him and his legs were a little weak.

"Is this feeling her?"

Time seems to go back to the spring 20 years ago. When the fiery red woman first appeared in front of her, the same scene, the same two horses, different, was just the teenager himself.

"Drive! Go! Xiaobai!" The gorgeous teenager rode his pure white and equally gorgeous horse and galloped on the street. Although the teenager's face had not retreated, his eyebrows were heroic, but he was extremely handsome. Flying unscrupulously, as if venting the vitality of youth, he and his horse, like a white whirlwind, scattered the whole street.

"The young master of the Solomon family came out to make trouble again."

"This little bastard is so domineering and domineering because of his family background. I really don't know what will happen in the future."

On the roadside, the vendors and frightened civilians trampled by the young master of the Solomon family all cried in a low voice, deterring the momentum of the Solomon family. No one dared to speak out their dissatisfaction, but between the eyebrows, the sadness and anger could not be concealed.

"Oh!" The young master of the Roman family grabbed the reins. He turned his head and looked at a handful of civilians behind the horse. His eyes were extremely sharp, and his eyes were like arrows, as if to pierce the hearts of the people behind him. Frowning, he opened his mouth, and the slightly sharp voice of the teenager who belonged to the voice change period sounded.

"Do you civilians have any dissatisfaction with me?"

A civilian was shocked and sweated all over. Just now, the murderous atmosphere emanating from the young master of the Solomon family made them feel cold all over. No one dared to speak. They just lowered their heads silently and waited for the punishment of the domineering young master.

"Our differences are engraved in our bones." The young master of the Roman family showed the arrogant style of the young master of a rich family, but he raised a whip and began to count the civilians.

"It's your honor to live here. Who is still dissatisfied?" He curled his lips, put on an extremely hateful face, and looked contemptuously at the group of civilians who bowed their heads and bowed down.

"Well, the nature of slaves is engraved in your bones." Muttering, the young master suddenly pulled the reins and wanted to continue to move forward.

At this moment.

"The stinky boy in front of you, give me the way!"

"What?"

Before he could react, the young master had been knocked out with his horse, and the white horse collided with the black horse that rushed out of the alleyway on one side, and fell to the ground sadly.

The young master turned around in the air, and the huge impact directly knocked him away. He pulled out a beautiful arc in the air. In the blink of an eye, he was about to fall on the messy tomato stall behind him. The tomato stall was attacked by horses because of the galloping of the young master of the Solomon family. The strong wind hung aside. At this time, the tomatoes on the floor had been squeezed into a ball of paste, and the gorgeous young master was about to fall.

A tender hand lightly grabbed his collar.

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Torresta came to his senses and saw the figure fly forward because of the impact, and saw that he was going to hit the surrounding marked column directly. Without thinking about it, Torista shouted loudly, exerted his strength under his feet, and rushed over there.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" He shouted and grabbed the man's body. For a moment, he only felt that it was soft and slippery, but he didn't think much about it. Torresta flew out of dozens of meters directly with the man. The forward force was so strong that Torresta couldn't stop his strength at all. He just flew with that figure like this, subconsciously. Torista held the man in his arms.

"Bomb." Torresta crashed into a large shop next to the Avenue. This is a large vegetable and fruit distribution center in the imperial capital, especially built here for the convenience of transportation. But at this moment, Torresta, with that person, directly hit in like a cannonball and directly hit a pile of preparations. On the tomatoes sold.

The soft fruit slightly reduced the impact force, but even so, Torista's body still dragged a few meters out.

A deep trace was directly dragged on the ground.

Torista's cloak is intact. In fact, the cloak of the Twelve Templars has been strengthened by extremely powerful runes, and the strength is even stronger than the armor worn on his body, so such damage is not enough to cause any impact, but the rotten tomatoes are wrapped in a layer of soil. It looks too awkward.

The powerful impact force made Torresta feel extremely sore all over. He grinned and just wanted to bow his head quickly to see the safety of the other person.

To his surprise, it was a solid punch that greeted him.

Bang!

It's not heavy or light. Of course, this is just a contrast to Torresta's own strong strength. The punch of the man in his arms directly imprinted him directly on the ground.

Although I tried my best, I still couldn't completely offset the power on my body. Although the strength was not fatal, the huge impact still made Torresta's throat sweet. It was so powerful that he waved his palm forward vigorously, and the sharp fighting spirit exploded, and the blue fighting spirit condensed in the air in an instant, sweeping towards the man in front of him like a sea current.

Torista gasped and got up from the ground. He pulled out the silver sword around his waist and looked forward warily. He knew that the blow just now could only delay the other party for a while at most. If he could plot himself under such circumstances, I'm afraid that the other party also made a strong layout.

Torista's thinking is running rapidly. Is this another assassination against the empire? A few years ago, the first knight was attacked by unidentified people in the imperial capital. Although the other party was quickly defeated in front of his strong strength, this matter still caused a great shock at the top of the empire, and the news was very fast. It was blocked, but even so, under the double investigation of Shadow and Knight Tower, the identity of the attacker has not been confirmed.

"Although I don't know who you are, as long as I catch you, I'm afraid the previous incident will come out." Torista laughed and flew into the blue whirlpool condensed by his own fighting spirit. At this time, the whirlpool wrapped the man in. Under the huge rotating force, the man may not be able to get out of it for the time being.

This is one of Torresta's most proud tactics, which condenses the power obtained by the fighting spirit of the water system and his many years of research and trials.

"Legend has it that in the middle of the endless sea, the huge sea god Alan Mot used its huge tail to stir the sea day after year. The sea operated because of him, but he was also trapped in the center of the endless sea forever because of the huge whirlpool generated by rotation." As soon as Torista's long sword was picked up, the silver-lighted sword brought a splash, and the water and milk blended into the previous spinning whirlpool.

"Aramott's grief."

Torista looked at the huge water-colored whirlpool in front of him. The whole street was messed up and full of frightened people. He sighed and turned to a slightly fat middle-aged man behind him and said, "I'm sorry, can you please help me evacuate the civilians here? All the losses caused to you are recorded in my account.

The man came to his senses when he heard this. He looked at Torista in surprise. Torista Ben Solomon was a household name in the imperial capital. In fact, the twelve knights were the pride of the Gangduo empire and were idol-like beings. What happened so fast that he couldn't react. Now, Tuo Rista sincerely asked him, which made him a little flattered.

He said in fear, "Lord Solomon thinks highly of me too much. These are nothing. I will arrange manpower immediately."

With that, he shouted loudly and ordered the helpers in the store to follow him to evacuate the crowd. He was running out of two parts. He looked at Torresta and said something. Just now, Torista did not let him find the help of the Imperial Guard. He was not sure of the purpose of the Twelve Knights, but just asked with his eyes.

Tolista reacted and waved his hand and said, "Do me a favor. If the Imperial Guards come here and stop them, just say that it's my Torista's order."

After saying that, Torresta looked at the water-colored whirlpool in front of him. At this time, the flow rate of the whirlpool slowed down slightly, but he refused to relax at all. He can't kill him now, otherwise he can't get more information. The whirlpool is already quiet. He doesn't know what's going on. He can only wait for this move quietly. Only when it dissipates can we understand it.

Once Alan Mot's grief is released, the powerful power is completely beyond Torresta's control. He can only strengthen the strength of this move, but cannot weaken it. If he wants to end this move, unless it dissipates by itself.

The water was getting weaker and weaker, and seeing that the crowd was almost evacuated, Torresta waved the silver sword in his hand and stepped up.

And at this time.

A seemingly weak white and tender hand stretched out effortlessly from the water curtain. So quickly, before he could react, the hand directly grabbed Torrista's collar and directly swung him out.

Torista did not fight back. He just stared at the tender hands and the fiery red figure.

Tears flowed down involuntarily.

"I'm not ashamed to cry at such a big age." With the sound of her indifferent voice, the woman's blue hair floated like a waterfall, and the bright red body of capable and hot leather armor also appeared unreservedly after the robe was removed. Her concave and convex figure, a healthy posture, and slightly wheat-colored skin were completely like a person.

Linda, if it weren't for her blue hair, she would have been a complete replica of another Linda.

Although it was impolite to say so, from Torresta's point of view, in the haze, he seemed to see Linda rushing towards him.

"I hate to see men cry!" A heavy punch was on Torresta's face. With a bang, Torresta's whole body was like a broken kite, flying and flying.

The world seemed to be quiet, and his thoughts flowed, as if they had returned to that time. The fiery redness at that time lifted his collar and flew him up. This young master, who had been powerful in the imperial capital for a long time, had not suffered such humiliation, but just cursed.

"You are not long-sighted, don't you know who I am? How dare you be so rude!" Hanging in mid-air, his clothes made his whole body painful. The young master of the Solomon family waved his fist, as if he wanted to teach a lesson to the person standing high with his collar.

"You are so annoying. Let me reflect on it." With that, the man let go of his hand.

I definitely didn't expect that the man would let go. More than ten meters from the ground, he let go without sense of responsibility. The young master of the Solomon fell straight down and screamed, pulling an arc in the sky of the imperial capital.

"Wow! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Oh!"

The young master fell directly on the pair of tomatoes below that seemed to stop you, and his whole body was covered with thick juice. He was thrown as if he was about to break, and his legs and feet were gradually a little disobedient. However, the aristocratic demeanor who had lived in his mind for a long time still did not allow him to be so embarrassed.

"What a gaffe!"

He cursed and struggled to stand up, but when he was in a pile of tomatoes and stepped down, he stepped on a tomato that was temporarily well preserved, and the juice sprayed out thinly. The young master, who was no longer able to stand under his feet, suddenly slid again and fell heavily to the ground.

And this time, he pulled and rolled over and fell down the street.

He was dirty and stained with tomato juice and soil. He used to have a gorgeous and beautiful face and dress, but now he is not as dirty as the beggar on the roadside. It seems to laugh at his stupidity. A very young beggar on the roadside ran over barefoot without waiting for the young master to come to come to his senses. He broke the small half of the bowl, took out a coin, put it in front of the young master's forehead, and then ran away.

"Cax!"

Everyone laughed all of a sudden. No one has seen such a ridiculous scene. Even the elderly who have lived for a long time can't help smiling from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, this child is no longer a young master of a noble family, but just a clown.

"Wow!" The young master has never suffered such humiliation since he was a child. As a teenager, he could not hide the grief and suffering in his heart. Unexpectedly, he lost his voice and became painful. Everyone around him laughed at him. For the first time, he felt powerless.

"I hate to see men cry."

A faint, indifferent voice sounded, accompanied by a heavy slap.

"Bang!" The crisp sound overshadowed people's ridicule. The young master covered his hot and painful face, stared at the fiery girl in front of him, and forgot to cry for a moment.

"Don't let me see you cry again, or I'll hit you once." The girl wrinkled the cute tip of her nose and said indifferently.

After saying that, the girl seemed to remember something and said, "My horse was damaged by your horse. You need to compensate for this. At this time tomorrow, come here with a thousand gold coins and pay off the debt. You don't understand this truth."

After saying that, the girl stood up, and her well-proportioned and toned figure was against the sun, like a goddess, shrouded in a layer of halo.

The young master watched the girl turn around and left and never cried again. In his eyes, there seemed to be some more inexplicable things.

From that day, I have never cried again, knowing that the tears of joy are my eternal feelings for you.

Torista stood up, and the huge pressure from him made the girl stop involuntarily. Torresta stretched out his hand to the front and said lightly, "Tell me your name and then leave here. I don't want to embarrass you. I don't feel murderous from you."

"Obviously, you are wrong first, but now you have to count me down." The girl scolded angrily. She stared into Torista's eyes and shouted, "Remember Miss Ben's name, and then fight with me, you bastard!"

"My name is Miao Yan Kobrea!"