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"Ezreal, now that you have become a true hero, you will have to go to the War College after a while to let the League of Legends recognize your status. More importantly, the League will hold a grand welcome party for you.
, this is an excellent opportunity. If you want to become the most popular hero, then you must first conquer the audience who likes hero competition, and secondly, your opponents."
Ezreal felt that the relationship between heroes and the League of Legends was like the relationship between stars and the entertainment industry in previous lives. The operating mode was so familiar. He nodded: "Oh, I understand."
Suddenly, Ezreal stopped in his tracks: "Aunt Eve, I want to stay outside the imperial city and walk around. You go back first."
Hearing Ezreal's request, Eve frowned and struggled mentally, but finally said: "Okay, but don't run around. I won't care about you if the soldiers catch you."
"I know, Aunt Eve."
Watching Eve leave, Ezreal turned around and took a deep look at the palace behind him. Somehow, remembering the way Henry V looked at him when he left just now, Ezreal suddenly felt empty in his heart.
An uncomfortable feeling.
Ezreal's eyes fell on the majestic imperial city. Somehow, looking at this imperial city, Ezreal felt a faint sense of familiarity in his heart. He stood silently for a while, unconsciously walking along the
He started walking along the winding winding corridors of the imperial city.
The winding corridor is like a corridor of memories. There is a vague feeling of familiarity embedded in the plants, trees and buildings. Ezreal has an illusion that along this long passage,
He can get all the memories.
As he was walking, Ezreal's footsteps suddenly stopped. He raised his eyes, and a woman too beautiful to look directly blocked his way.
Her long hair hangs down like a waterfall, and a skirt trails behind her. The pure white color gives her a unique beauty. She seems to be a princess from a fairy tale, with a high bridge of nose, perfect face with oval seeds, and big eyes full of love.
Indifferent, but unlike Diana who was so cold and proud, she was more completely cold, more pure, her eyes were like the cold light on a knife, cutting into the heart with one knife.
Sometimes, we often wonder, is there such a person who is thinking about the same thing, with similar frequency, and has arranged to meet us at a lonely exit?
Ezreal's steps were still stuck in place, but the woman opposite took steps and slowly walked towards Ezreal.
The distance between the two people is getting closer and closer, their pupils reflect each other's face, but the focus of their eyes is not focused on the other's face.
"Crack."
Finally, the woman walked up to Ezreal. She raised her white jade-like right hand and waved it forward fiercely. Ezreal's pupils shrank, his right cheek felt hot, and thin slaps were printed on Ezreal's face.
It's particularly obvious on Riel's fair cheeks.
Ezreal turned around and looked at the woman who slapped him with anger and confusion. He was not someone who allowed others to bully him. He was not a gentleman when he suffered a loss. No matter how beautiful you were,
He gave me a slap in the face out of nowhere, and I will never let it go.
But when she raised her eyes, the woman's reddish eyes came into her eyes. There was a glistening mist in front of her eyes, like mist and rain in March. That soft and pitiful look made Ezreal's anger disappear inexplicably.
The right hand he just raised was frozen in mid-air...
The woman glanced at him and did not stay any longer. She turned around and left in a graceful manner, leaving Ezreal with an extremely beautiful back...
Ezreal turned around and stared blankly at her leaving back. He was stunned at first, and then felt a little funny. He was slapped by a woman for no reason, but he couldn't get angry at all. He didn't have an aunt, so today
How could it be so abnormal?
Ezreal put down his hand, smiled self-deprecatingly, and took another step. However, after taking only two steps, his head suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if it had been pierced by an awl. At the same time, memory pictures appeared like a slide.
Ezreal kept replaying this in his mind.
The tearing pain made Ezreal break out in a cold sweat. He covered his head and staggered to the corner, enduring the severe pain as he browsed through the memory images that emerged in his mind.
In the memory images, the one that appears most frequently is a woman in white gauze. Elegance and nobility seem to be words tailor-made for her, and coldness and indifference seem to be her innate temperament. Ezreal keeps shaking off
He shook his head, trying to shake these inexplicable images out of his head, but it only made him see the woman's appearance more clearly.
"Damn, it hurts!"
Ezreal groaned in pain, and he covered his head in pain. It took a long time for the memory image that suddenly appeared in his mind to slowly disappear. He slowly stood up holding the wall, and after wiping off the sweat on his head, he seemed to remember
What? I looked back suddenly.
Where can I see that graceful back in the empty corridor?
"Who is she? Why does she appear in those memory scenes?"
Yes, the iceberg beauty that kept appearing in the memory picture just now was the woman who slapped him just now.
Did she know me? Why did she slap me? Why did I feel palpitations at that moment?
Ezreal once again realized that it was extremely troublesome not to obtain the memory of the original owner of the body. After thinking for a long time to no avail, Ezreal left the imperial city and returned to Pitover City through the magic elevator.
"Sir, you are back." Shyvana had just finished her day's cleaning work and was about to mow the flowers in the yard. She caught a glimpse of Ezreal walking slowly into the yard gate from the corner of her eye. Shyvana immediately put down her hand.
The work was done, and he went up to it.
"Sir, is there any news about Xiaobai?"
Ezreal's eyes dimmed when he heard this, and he shook his head.
"It's okay, sir. This naughty little guy Xiaobai must have gone somewhere to play. I believe he will be back in a few days." Shyvana comforted her.
Ezreal raised his eyes, looked at this kind girl, and asked with a smile: "Shvana, are you still used to life in Pitover?"
"It's very good. Everyone is very kind to me." Shivana stuck out her pink tongue: "It's just that the prices here are too expensive. Sir, the silver coins you need to spend on a lunch are enough for Shiva."
Na’s food expenses for a month in Valoran Village.”
Ezreal touched Shyvana's head lovingly: "You will get used to it. By the way, Shyvana, tell Howard later and ask him to come to my study. I will see him if I have anything to do."
Shyvana blushed: "Okay, sir."
Ezreal retracted his hand and silently walked back to his study, sorting out everything that had happened these days. Ezreal suddenly realized that something seemed wrong with Pitwolf...
