Mournful jack

Craftsman Sects went south, on a curved path, and a figure staggered along the path, surrounded by woods on both sides, with beautiful scenery. However, at this time, the figure did not have the mind to appreciate it.

"Mason, Aiden!! Mason! Aiden!!" This figure constantly spit out two names, the voice is extremely gloomy and resentful, and even sometimes face upside down and laugh wildly, but the smile is very sad.

In the forest of the path, the figure flashed. Dozens of strong men dressed in coarse hemp, bearded and armed with broadswords jumped out of the forest and stood in front of the figure. The big fellow who led the way shouted, "This tree is planted for me, this road is opened for me, if you want to pass by from now on, leave tolls!

"Mason, Aiden, you have to die, die!!" The figure seemed not to see dozens of big fellow in front, still hobbled forward, bowed their heads and said something resentfully.