Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

No.

Can't be found now.

No, shouldn't Al Ryan have met Hathaway by now? It's been so long.

Wei Lan frowned, turned around and hid back in the jungle.

The group of men in black were still chasing Al. Wei Lan secretly stuck his head out and looked around the empty path in the woods, but still did not see Hathaway.

His brows couldn't help but tighten again, and when he turned his head to look at Al, he was getting closer and closer to him.

Wei Lan hurriedly tried to leave in the opposite direction, but suddenly heard a painful groan. Turning his head, he saw Al falling forward with an arrow in his back!

Wei Lan remembered this plot, but he remembered that the heroine was already next to him at that time.

Why is it like this again! Wei Lan quickly looked around again, but still found nothing.

At this time, the man in black on Al's side was quickly approaching behind him, and the man holding the scimitar was the first to rush forward.

Wei Lan shook his hands irritably and placed the last remaining arrow on the crossbow.

They were only a few meters away from the bushes. At this moment, there was a noise coming from Wei Lan's side. The people over there immediately noticed something and looked in his direction.

Al on the ground also raised his eyes in embarrassment. When he saw it was him, his eyes lit up instantly, but dimmed again the next second.

Wei Lan pretended to be serious and surprised and said:

"Are you York Ryan's men?! I tell you, I am the one sent by King Ryan to protect His Highness! He has already known your conspiracy, if you don't want to die with him, get out of here!"

As he spoke, he winked at Al, signaling him to get up and run.

Al's mouth wasn't stuttering at this time, but his expression was a little strange when he said these words. He immediately got up with something in his left hand and ran to the side.

Wei Lan frowned. No, why doesn’t he run towards me?

The three men were obviously stunned for a few seconds, half believing and half doubting. Now seeing Al running away, the man holding the bow and arrow immediately drew his bow.

In a hurry, Wei Lan aimed the crossbow at the man, then released his thumb. The crossbow immediately flew forward like a gust of wind and hit the man's right shoulder on his back.

His shoulders trembled, the weapon in his hand fell down, and his feet were originally leaning forward, but now he fell forward because of this.

Wei Lan almost fell down due to the recoil from standing. After he steadied himself, he looked up and saw that he had accidentally hit him!

It's really bad luck and bad fortune.

The two people behind him dodged immediately because of his falling action. Someone said:

"Don't let him get away! There's a waterfall ahead!"

So the two of them ignored the people on the ground and hurried forward to chase.

Wei Lan was startled and subconsciously ran forward. When he passed the person lying on the ground, that person was just about to get up.

Wei Lan panicked, jumped up and stepped on his back several times, knocking him back to the ground, and then took away all his remaining arrows.

They started to run forward and started a chase. The two men did not look like regular people. It was estimated that they had been running for a long time. The two men in black were running with some difficulty.

But the one who was struggling more was Al. He was hit by an arrow in the back, and the back of his shirt was stained red. He looked extremely miserable.

Wei Lan was also exhausted from running. Ai'er stopped. A few meters behind him was the cliff.

Two men in black were quickly approaching Al, and one of them grabbed the arrow handle behind him.

The man in black pulled back his arm and pulled Al backwards. The arrow tip embedded in the flesh and bones was hooked, and a sharp pain spread throughout the body, pulling at the nerves in the brain, and Al was pulled toward the back.

"Take out his sword and throw it away! He actually wanted to draw his sword just now!" The man in black who was pulling Al ordered another man.

at this time,

"Stop!" Wei Lan pointed the crossbow at them, breathing heavily and sweating all over.

"If you dare to move, I won't know whose heart will be pierced by the arrow in my hand--!"

"***,"

One of the black prisoners cursed and said angrily:

"Kill him for me!"

"Stop!" Wei Lan held the arrow on the crossbow with his sweaty hand, swallowed his saliva, and his other hand reached for the arrow on his waist:

"Have you forgotten the arrow that shot one of your companions? He is already dead! Is the scimitar in your hand faster than my arrow?!"

The man in black holding the scimitar paused, obviously frightened, and immediately hesitated.

The man in black who was looking at Al raised his foot and kicked him.

"How could you be so stupid! Does he look like an expert?! That arrow just now must have hit me by accident--!"

Before he finished the last few words, Wei Lan's thumb immediately released, and the arrow that was ready to shoot flew towards him.

It slid straight across the man's cheek, and the black mask on his face was immediately torn apart, leaving a blood mark on his cheek.

The man in black's mouth immediately began to tremble.

Almost instantly, Wei Lan's heart began to beat fast, and he shouted:

"El—! Draw your sword!"

Al trembled as he reached for the sword at his waist, but at the same time, several images flashed through his mind. In just a few seconds,

In order to stop him, the man in black behind him pulled out the arrow from his back with one hand, and Al trembled with pain.

When Wei Lan saw this scene, his brain turned pale. He let go of the other crossbow in his hand at the same time. However, because he did not aim at all, the man in black blocked Al in front of him and just passed by.

At the same time, the man in black with the scimitar saw the opportunity, approached him, and kicked the crossbow in his hand away.

The next second, the crossbow arrow flew several meters away.

Wei Lan subconsciously turned his head, and was kicked in the side of his waist again. He fell down in pain.

"Fuck, you bitch——" The black man kicked him in the stomach again, and Wei Lan felt like he was going to vomit the stomach acid.

Although the wound on his stomach had healed, he couldn't stand being kicked like that.

The feet of the man in black are simply ruthless and iron!

Wei Lan became furious as well. Why did he want to fuck his father?

"You're the only one who can fight, right?"

When he was about to kick again to vent his anger, Wei Lan endured the severe pain in his abdomen, raised his foot and kicked his door handle accurately.

"Ah!" Just as he covered his neck and screamed, Wei Lan had already rolled and crawled to the side of the crossbow.

What a kick he had, it was much better than what he had experienced before. It was over, he was still thinking at this time, he had been pua by the pain!

Wei Lan grabbed the crossbow and stood up, then ran a few meters to the side before stopping and looking anxiously at Al.

I found this bad boy sitting on the ground with lifeless eyes, as if he saw something horrible in his eyes.

The man in black had already drawn his sword and shouted to the man in black on Wei Lan's side, "I'll take care of him, you hurry up too! We've been dragging on for long enough!"

When Wei Lan saw the boy's appearance, he immediately yelled in anger:

"Al Ryan! Get up right there, you want to die but I don't want to die in this lousy place!!"