I Was Once a Legend

Tang Ji will never forget that in the heavy rain, the legion was about to arrive, the bloody man walked towards him who was lying on the ground, unable to get up, stepped heavily on his chest, and raised the scimitar high like an executioner——

It seemed to hear the piercing cry of the dead woman again.

Cut off his head!

But he didn't die after all. How could he die before he trampled everyone under his feet and became the strongest fighter?

Tang Ji squinted his eyes, looked at the ridiculous makeup, raised his chin towards the curtain where the clown had just walked out, and said, "Is Cui Zuojing inside?"

"I can't let you take him away." The clown stared at the young man not far in front of him. After so long, Tang Ji was still the same as when he first saw it. It seems that the queen's desire to stay young had also affected her. of followers.

"is it?"

Before the words fell, the boy's figure disappeared in place. The clown crossed his arms in front of him, blocking the whip that suddenly appeared in front of him. The huge impact was transmitted from the blade to his arms, and the clown's muscles tensed. , directly stretching the shirt from the seam, instead of retreating, he took a big step forward, and raised the tip of the knife!

Stab it!

The corner of the clothes was cut off and fell to the ground. Tang Ji moved very fast, almost dragging afterimages while moving, but this was useless to the clown. No matter where Tang Ji moved, as long as he was still on the battlefield, There is absolutely no escape from his blade.

This is his confidence as a killer.

Slayer is not a specific ability, it represents a type of person, a type of person with super aggressive ability.

Every killer is a warrior who is destined to stand at the top. Cui Zuojing can turn anything in his hands into the sharpest and strongest weapon, while the clown can lock it. Anyone who is locked will be locked. he kills.

This is why in the novice area where the Joker is the Purge, no one has ever successfully escaped from the Night of Blood.

"Don't be naive, you know it won't be my opponent." The clown said indifferently, "If you don't want to die here, get out of here."

Tang Ji landed lightly, and the poisoned whip tip was shining with a strange luster. He stared at the blood-red smiling lips on the clown's face, and slowly revealed a distorted grin: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Moisture was gradually brewing in the air, and the clown didn't expect to be able to tell the unexpected guest away. Cui Zuojing was still withdrawing his feelings inside and needed someone to watch over him. He stopped wasting time, grabbed the handle of the knife, and rushed towards the boy in black .

锃!

The blade and the whip collided with each other and made a piercing sound. For a while, there was an endless ping-pong-pong, which almost formed a sound curtain. In the pure white space, only two afterimages could be seen intertwined, separated suddenly and collided heavily.

The sharp wind brought by the movement of the figure lifted a corner of the curtain, and the two of them fought for dozens of rounds in an instant, and suddenly there was a loud cracking sound, and the black figure flew upside down from the air, flying straight like a missile. It hit the ground straight!

There were bloodstains all over the boy's arms and legs. The black combat uniform could not be seen soaked in blood, but it was obviously wet.

The clown landed heavily behind him, and the terrifying impact brought by his weight almost made a hole in the ground. With a loud shout, he rushed to Tang Ji who hadn't gotten up yet!

Tang Ji's pupils shrank sharply, and he kicked on the ground suddenly to turn over and escape!

boom--

It wasn't the sound of a knife cutting a human body, but a paper umbrella stood between the blade and Tang Ji.

A drop of icy rain fell slowly, bringing a biting chill.

Turning the umbrella in the girl's hand, the surface of the umbrella gently pushed the scimitar aside, and countless bloody fingerprints could be seen inside.Chang Hui stood in front of Tang Ji holding an umbrella, with a silver bracelet hanging on her wrist. She raised her hand to brush her short ear-length hair, and smiled at the clown, "Why do you do things so badly?"

The rain was getting heavier, and it made people shiver when it fell on the body. Tang Ji stood up, clutching his injured arm, and grinned a normal smile that was rarely seen on his face.

The little white-furred beast sniffed at Tang Ji's feet, jumped onto Chang Hui's shoulder in disgust, and pointed its eight tails at him.

"You guys provoked me first." The clown flicked away the blood on the knife, he seemed to be a little scruples about Chang Hui, the evil spirit carried in the bone-piercing rain made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

The umbrella protected Chang Hui from the terrifying rain, she looked up at the clown slightly, and said softly: "But the best fighters shouldn't just care about what's in front of them, let's hurry up and see our little black goat." .”

The clown's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly realized that since he came out, he had not heard Cui Zuojing's voice from the beginning to the end.

He clenched the knife in his hand, stepped back step by step, and said coldly: "You should hope that you haven't done anything you shouldn't have done."

Chang Hui didn't answer, but just smiled, her usual soft smile.

The rain was still falling, and quickly wet the clown's shoulders and hair. He retreated to the curtain, looked at the girl and boy under the umbrella in the rain for the last time, lifted it up and got in.

Chang Hui withdrew her gaze, turned around and said to the slightly embarrassed Tang Ji, "Let's go."

"..." The pain of the wound made him even more excited. Tang Ji ignored the snake that was sucking blood between the wounds, "You saved me again."

"I don't want to save you for the third time." Chang Hui sighed softly, looked at the endless track, and took the lead.

Tang Ji opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to express what he wanted in his heart. He had always been lawless, but whenever he was in front of this girl, he seemed to be bound by his hands and feet, and he was no longer himself.

He hated this feeling a bit, but he was not willing to kill Chang Hui like before.

What a headache.

The rain made him feel so bad, Tang Ji hurriedly followed, and rubbed Chang Hui's umbrella: "Is the plan going well?"

Although he is insane, his mind is not bad, of course he will not court death rashly when he knows that he is not the opponent of the clown, everything is just to buy time.

A smile rose from the corner of Chang Hui's lips: "Of course."

"Azuo!" The clown yelled back to the small bar, and saw the glass bottle and Cui Zuojing lying on the ground at a glance.

He yelled in his heart that it was not good, Chang Hui must have sneaked here while he was fighting Tang Ji, and he strode forward to help the young man up, when he heard Cui Zuojing groan in pain.

……fine?

The clown stopped in his tracks.

Cui Zuojing gritted his teeth and propped himself up. After accumulating feelings for a whole year, he returned to his body. Sorrow, happiness, pain, anger, joy... were all intertwined and almost overwhelmed him.

And that unspeakable love.

It was a feeling that he had never imagined, that it... would be so enthusiastic.

"Are you ok?"

Cui Zuojing nodded reluctantly, and suddenly felt warm liquid falling on the back of his hand.

Those were his tears.

More tears fell one after another, soon wetting the back of his hands, Cui Zuojing turned over and sat on the bar, raised his hands to cover his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The clown squatted down beside him, the knife in his hand was still dripping blood, he hesitated to speak, he was very eager to know what Chang Hui had done, but he couldn't speak at this moment.

He could only put one hand on Cui Zuojing's shoulder, but what the young man needed at this moment didn't seem to be comfort.

Cui Zuojing did not make a sound all this time, his tears flowed uncontrollably, those turbulent and contradictory joys and sorrows surged into the most complicated taste in his heart, and as time passed by every minute and every second, he quickly calmed down and took root again. in his soul.

There was only one emotion left, and instead of being silent, it intensified.

Why didn't he just slap him when he confessed to stealing a kiss?Why did Dong Zheng agree to his pursuit on the swing in Heimdall Garden?Why are you afraid and think of sleeping with him for the first time?Why did Dong Zheng enjoy Dong Zheng's last actions that night?

Only then did Cui Zuojing know the reason for his acquiescence to Dong Zheng.

When did you fall in love with it?

Is it then?On the snow-capped cliff, the man knelt in front of him, and the hot tears that poured out melted the ice and snow mixed with Alan's blood, and said in a hoarse voice that he had lost Alan.The tears fell on his fingertips, almost burning him.

Or is it the coolness that sinks into the heart when you are trapped in a water-filled room and you are about to drown, and you are suffering from mental torture?

Or earlier?

Playing blackjack at the doll's house, he caught him and pressed him on the bed. The hand that reached into the skirt to touch the cards, the other party showed a little fragility when talking in the rainy night; In the underground cave of the island, Dong Zheng helped him block a blow piercing his body on the sharp stone pillar, and the two of them faced Hydera's perfect cooperation in the dark swamp; being kissed by Dong Zheng for the first time, they were flustered and helpless when they heard the confession. What to do, and that indescribable feeling of strangeness... everything flashed before his eyes.

Cui Zuojing wiped away tears vigorously, and finally stood up holding the bar.

"How's the situation?" He sniffed and looked towards the curtain with red eyes.

"It's J." The clown didn't know Tang Ji's name, or he knew Tang Ji's name when he was still a pilgrim, but he didn't want to mention it again.

Cui Zuojing felt the humidity and abnormal coldness in the air, paused, and asked, "Is Chang Hui here too?"

"Yes, she should have come in when J was holding me back, didn't you see her?"

Cui Zuojing shook his head. At that time, he was being impacted by the feeling of lost and regained. He closed his eyes and curled up on the ground, not paying attention to the surrounding situation at all.

The seal on the inside of the wrist was shining faintly, Cui Zuojing pressed on it, the power of time was fluctuating due to the return of emotion, but it was not unusual.

The clown frowned: "If I remember correctly, Chang Hui has always wanted to make a deal with you."

"Yes, she took a fancy to my desire to get rid of the queen and change everything." Cui Zuojing gradually calmed down, but it only seemed calmer.

"She definitely came in just now, it's impossible to do nothing, otherwise Tang Ji wouldn't have specifically asked Tang Ji to delay the time."

"I don't seem to have any problems here." Cui Zuojing looked around, "Could it be that you lost something? If her target is me, I shouldn't be standing here talking to you now."

lost something?The clown looked around. He knew there was nothing important in the bar, so he didn't pay attention to his surroundings.

The cans specially prepared for Victor are still on the bar, the posters are pasted in place, and the clothes that were changed on the sofa have not been moved...

and many more!

The clown's expression froze, and one of the eight boxes that were originally placed on the second floor of the wine cabinet was missing!