The Mist of Love of the Angel

Star Wars

A strange weapon belonging to the Wave Breaker Swordsman shot up, slashing the Bokos Serek that was still submerged in the friendly grip of the Ajian Ice Wave Breaker finger.

Serek Bokos stared at the nanar of a gaping hole, translucent to his back. Red blood dyed the ice sheet. The pain and cold are burning.

Suffering such injuries made him roar. His body moved to destroy the ice shackles.

One high jump, from the air Serek Bokos unleashed a punch slapping Sunan Tembolak.

Bang!!!!

Perforated ground. The figure of the warrior Breaker escaped, if he did not immediately twitch then his body would be buried in the ground.

Serek Bokos continues to hunt. He moves like a wounded bull. Everything nearby becomes a victim.

Sunan Tembolak continues to struggle to resist the rampage of Serek Bokos by creating a stretch of ice. Moving roll.

The Giant Man Serek Bokos was unwilling to give up, his arm as hard as steel punching, dismantling the ice sheet.

Blood is seeping more and more. The large body of the Bokos Serek started to limp and slow down. His punch and jump stopped.

Akaaaakkk!!!

The ice sheet shackles half the body of the Bokos lemongrass from the legs to the chest. His hand smashed through the ice sheet.

Weng..weng!!!!

The sound of thousands of wasps roaring from behind Serek Bokos.

A heavy and hoarse roar echoed as the strange weapon began to feast.

The neck is almost broken and the skull of the head is split displaying the brain fluid whitish.

Bokos serek vibrates, cornered in the grip of ice. The blood that filled his throat restrained his screams. The sound is like the sound of a slaughtered animal.

Sunan Tembolak looked up whispering to the sky, silver rays darting away in the blue sky.

Bokos serek still frozen in ice nailed. He died with his eyes glaring and his mouth gaping. As if I could not believe that death was happening to him

His body that was immune to hundreds of types of weapons made him think his age was determined by it.

But fate says something else. He could not repent and repent for his sins.

Now a long journey to the afterlife will be passed without provision. He only has a mountain of sins and mistakes😓.

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Pomegranate and little girl stunned to see the figure of Serek Bokos who died frozen covered in ice. The rude men who often came to disturb their lives had stiffened into corpses.

He was their teacher's friend. Because of that status Pomegranate still respects him. In addition, he has an immune science and body strength beyond reason. It's hard to imagine him dying so easily.

"I'm sorry I had to kill him, I had no choice" Sunan Tembolak felt guilty.

Pomegranate did not answer. Far away there is a sense of relief. At least there is no more handsome man who interferes with his life. Forcing her to be his wife.

He waved, a cluster of mist enveloping the corpse of Serek Bokos. The fog continued to move, lifting the corpse far beyond Gili Melting. Splashed in the sea.

....

Rising sea breeze blows mangrove twigs that thrive along the coastline of Gili Melbur.

The sound of seagulls mingling with the waves.

Raksa and Sekar stood from a considerable distance watching one by one the chain of stories of the journey of the fate of a Swordsman ended. Deaths. The most tragic end of a battle.

Sekar stared at the figure of the girl in red dress who had sent the giant body of Serek Bokos into the middle of the ocean.

That girl was once his fighting partner. He admitted that the girl was very good.

Raksa did not care much about the last sight that was being enjoyed by Sekar.

"Let's go, it's past noon, the tournament is about to start" Raksa held his wife's wrist.

Sekar moved to follow Raksa even though the edge of his eyes still maintained a gaze on the figure in a red dress in the distance.

"Nobody can come and go in this land without my permission!" The soft sound of infiltrating broke all over Gili.

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The Raksa stopped his steps. He already knows who's talking. The science of sound intruders is only studied by several figures. He had heard from his teacher that the owner of Gili Melbur was one of them.

"We don't have a need here, next time we'll stay longer!" Raksa answered by exerting energy in that was able to knock out the leaves.

The wessss!

A red shadow flashed and stood a few meters before Sekar and Raksa.

Two beautiful eyes meet. A pair of beauties who were able to stop time, breath and heartbeat, while the other was cold without any emotion. It was as if the boundless ocean depths were flowing, capable of immersing everything he saw.

"Don't stop us, this is your place, but if you intend evil, I will flatten this Gili with the ocean!" It fizzed like a poisonous snake.

Pomegranate smile. Strange smile. That smile never seemed to want to stay long. He seemed to realize that the wistful, frozen and expressionless was the owner of that face.

"I once invited the man beside you to stop by my place, now that he's coming, I should be a good host!" Pomegranate spoke to Sekar while glancing at Raksa.

His tone was indeed flat but the final glance was very clearly captured by Sekar.

His attitude makes Sekar's throat itch. He tidied up the child's hair that covered part of his face.

For a second Pomegranate was silent. Then he smiled widely.

"Ooooo, really, I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was a new bride honeymoon to my little palace, congratulations, baby I don't have any presents!" He held the edge of his shirt and slowly left.

The steps remain the same. Slowly as if waiting for the approval of the earth on his little legs.

"I'm waiting, we have tea together!" He spoke without looking.

"We're not coming!" Sekar snatched in a mocking tone.

"I invite your husband, he has the right to decide yes or no!" Pomegranate keeps stepping.

His black hair was wavy waving in the wind. Every single strand glistened against the sunlight. Covering his perfect back line.

What a beautiful view. Gouging out the sun's eyes that screamed hoarsely at the cluster of clouds blocking his view.

Now proved. Quickly separate the feuding women or you'll be dizzy seven circumference.

He couldn't have turned down Pomegranate's offer. He is a man and a warrior. A man put a sword and an invitation in a decent place.

That is the soul of a knight. Firmest. It is not like a cloud that moves wherever the wind blows.

Raksa stroking chest. Lamenting his poor fate. Soon he'll see a star war.

He's moving. Snatching the beautiful body of Sekar. Carrying him to the palace of Gili Melbur.

......

The pomegranate pulled the hand of the little girl who was cleaning the blood marks on the face and neck of the Axis Sakti.

"What are you doing, you're not a waiter here!" Pomegranate staring sharply at Red Kepundung.

" Sister, he is injured, he is injured for defending me, I can't let him be miserable without doing anything!" The little girl defended herself.

Pomegranate looked at the Wave Breaker Swordsman who looked shocked by the presence of Raksa and Sekar.

"He's my guest, get your friend out of here!" The sound of Pomegranate was cold and soul-piercing.

"I'll leave once our problems are over!" Sunan Tembolak doesn't care. He looked down at the mangrove tree with its roots rising and down to the earth.

That is the picture of his heart. The owner of the familiar eyes would call out to him gently and cool the soul. But now, looming high and raining down into the soul.

He is now a little aware. Finding someone we once loved incarnates in someone, but having a different attitude is painful. Like holding a dream where we have to feel sorry for ourselves. I wish that was him. But it turns out to be just an illusion.

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Tell me what it's like when a lover you love looks at you with eyes that have lost love?

Answer in the comments column!

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Pomegranate grunting. He stared coldly at Sunan Tembolak. Next he stepped towards his small palace followed by Raksa and Sekar.

The Mercury smiled at the Wave Breaker Swordsman. Smile a thousand meanings.

"Thank you for Mustika Berare's Blue Tongue!" Raksa passed in front of Sunan Tembolak.

...

The sea breeze caressed Sunan Tembolak's hardened face. He wanted to make a calculation with Raksa but he didn't want to cloud the mood of the girl in the red dress.

He is the key to his mood now.

"Uncle, we need to take uncle's friend to a more comfortable place. Please pick him up and follow me!" The little girl asked Sunan for help.

Without waiting for long they went to a separate building. The building serves as a warehouse where some items are already unused.

The Sakti coward is in ruins and unconscious.

The little girl showed up with food. He put it on the floor.

"Eat, uncle must be hungry!" He put food on the table.

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Tersaji tea. Pomegranates display a warm figure as the host. His movements gracefully serve tea and teach how to enjoy it.

Each sip was full of a hue of gratitude. Showing his neck. It was as if white silk was sown shutting a sprig of red roses.

The girl in green clothes in front of him appeared like a rainbow. Moving around the mountain firmly stood. As if closing his gaze on the beauty of the rose.

Star wars are still being fought.

The mercury can only massage the chest. Try to calm Sekar down with a smile and a small nod every time they look at each other. They are guests after all.

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After the tea ceremony ended Raksa and Sekar pamit. The tournament awaits their attendance.

Semberani drove as fast as lightning towards the center of the Selaparang kingdom.

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