Boom!!
As soon as Flanders finished speaking.
In the cold courtyard outside, several extremely powerful auras suddenly appeared.
"Captain... Save me!"
At this moment, the dying curly-haired man on the ground spoke.
Bang!!
The sound reached the curly-haired man's ears.
The curly-haired man opened his eyes. In his despairing pupils, he saw a young man with a strange smile on his face. He immediately took out a black scythe and lowered his head to look at him with a smile.
What was he trying to do?
The curly-haired man widened his eyes.
He had a guess in his heart, and he despaired as could be!
The scarecrow was going to kill him!
"Captain...!"
"Save... me!"
At this moment, the curly-haired man was extremely afraid.
He did not want to die yet. He was not even thirty years old. He wanted to live longer!
