Chapter 138

Dur....

The door magically opened. Not magic, not magic. Without needing to be pushed, or pulled, the door opened by itself.

Suddenly I was surprised. How not to be surprised, the right hand has not touched anything, the door is already open. Isn't it a magical name?

Brake....

Simultaneously, someone fell steadily under these feet. He was a man who if seen by the eye, he was already battered as if he had been beaten by the residents of the same village. His face swelled blue. His temples were visibly torn and oozing out at least a few drops of blood.

Her lips were already red, not lipstick red, but blood red. He seemed to be in pain, as he was clutching his chest.

"Andrew!" I screamed loudly enough, and immediately sat down on the edge.

"Brother," he called to me.

While holding his chest, the man whose full name is Andrean, the son of Siregar, tried to sit back down.