Between life and death [unlimited]

"No, don't come here... Hurry up and find a place to hide!"

After a burst of rapid breathing and messy footsteps, a woman in a white cheongsam with a messy bun on her head and shoes on her feet rushed out from the corner of the stairs on the third floor.

The woman's usual dignity and beauty seemed to have disappeared. She waved her hand at the other end of the corridor exaggeratedly, which seemed to mean to keep the child away from her, but the slightly anxious voice made people feel that she was in the midst of a crisis. Dangerous verge of collapse or madness at any time.

"My child, don't come to Mommy's place!"

In front of her is her son who is constantly approaching her, and behind her is the imminent murderer. A woman who has never experienced such a tense situation seems to be caught in a weird whirlpool——

"What to do? 'He' is coming!"

"Definitely don't let that thug get hold of my kid!"

The woman who didn't have time to think about anything but seemed to want to understand everything, rushed forward like a lunatic, and she chose to expose her back completely to the enemy's sight without hesitation.

Then, she pushed her child hard with all her strength, and the little boy was also pushed by the sudden burst of maternal force, and kept retreating backwards. In the end, he staggered and fell to his knees in front of Guangjie On the floor, the distance between her and her mother seemed to be as long as a galaxy - the woman finally sighed as if she was relieved when she saw the boy slide out on the floor.

But this child who was too small to speak a single word could only listen to the last words left by his mother in this world in despair.

"Scott! Listen to Mom, run to your father! Don't look back at me!"

Scott, who was still very young at the time, did not do what his mother said.

He just stood on the opposite side of his mother with a dull expression, and then watched a Damascus steel knife go straight into her thin body from the back of his mother - Si Yufeng still looks like I can clearly hear the "puchi" sound of the thick blade with complicated patterns, once or twice... repeatedly inserted into human flesh.

Then, along with countless sharp patterns and the light of the black lacquer knife, what was drawn out was the bright red liquid that was constantly seeping out and the real life of his mother who was gradually passing away.

Those blood, even in a dream, slowly gathered at Si Yufeng's feet like a stream.

An adult woman's blood volume is only about 4-5L. Si Yufeng, who was used to this kind of blood loss scene in the mission, quickly calculated in his brain that his mother had no hope of surviving in this situation.

Although Si Yufeng didn't want to just sit and wait for death, even if it was to take some useless rescue measures - but the cold and cruel reality was that he couldn't do anything.

Whether it was him who was dreaming or the young and weak child back then, no matter how anxious they were when they saw the scene in front of them, even the big man who wanted to tear his heart apart, their strength was still unable to fight against the outside world.

This poor "little boy" in a violent dream wished he could suddenly grow up in the dream like Athena popped out of Zeus's head, and then he would turn back without hesitation in this dream—even if The enemy who couldn't see his face was not afraid when he came - if he could do it all over again, he would definitely grab his mother and run away with him.

Just like we may hope that one day (or in a dream) we will get some unintentionally missed awards or opportunities to make up for the damage that reality has caused us.In fact, this kind of thinking is very common in life. Emotional human beings really hope to have the opportunity to make up for and repair the regrets left in their previous lives. This kind of thinking can be called "daydream" or "regret medicine". .

Si Yufeng, who had beautiful fantasies but was in the illusion of the past, was also very clear about what happened next at that time.

The little boy who was pushed out by his mother with life force did not do anything like what he thought in the future - at that time he did not know any first aid measures, and he also lacked the courage to face the terrifying enemy - not only that , his limbs were even trembling with fright at the sight in front of him, it was more like he had been drugged with anesthesia and couldn't lift any strength.

Only Si Yufeng knew that Scott, who usually acted smart in front of his family and teachers, actually looked like a soft noodle that could be bullied when encountering a real accident.

So even if God really gave him a "regret medicine" to let him go back to the past, Scott would not be as brave as he thought to save his mother.

Cowardice is the root badness engraved in his bones, even God cannot change it.

"Xiaofeng...Xiaofeng?"

Zhang Jian once again shook Si Yufeng who had fallen into a deep sleep in front of him, but as soon as his hand was attached to his friend's arm, he immediately noticed something abnormal.So he immediately raised his head, and said to Jiang Li: "Jiang Li, come quickly and touch Xiao Feng's head! Why do I feel that Xiao Feng seems to have a fever?"

Although Jiang Xun really wanted to ask Zhang Jian why he didn't do it himself but appointed him to come, but he was as silent as Jiang Xun. In the end, he just glanced at Zhang Jian, and as usual, he didn't refuse, and "obediently" obeyed. Do what he says.

——The temperature on Si Yufeng's forehead was indeed not low.

When Jiang Lai's cold fingertips touched the forehead of his former teammate, it was like ice and snow meeting a raging fire. The temperature between the two collided and there was a big difference in body surface temperature, but at the same time he also noticed that Si Yu Feng's eyeballs were rolling rapidly under the eyelids, even violently.

So he raised his other hand and felt the temperature of his forehead—it seemed that the temperature was not too different from that of Si Yufeng under him—Jiang Li thought to himself: Maybe it’s because Si Yufeng is doing something right now. Because of the nightmare, he was so weak that his forehead became hot when he had the nightmare.

"I don't have a fever." Jiang Li still adhered to his style of cherishing words like gold, and he said to Zhang Jian concisely: "Maybe I'm tired."

Finally, after thinking about it, he added another sentence: "He is weak."

Zhang Jian heard Jiang Shuang's four-syllable words, and he felt angry and happy at the same time. At first, when Jiang Sel didn't explain the latter explanation, he still felt that Jiang Sel Feng didn't pay much attention, after all, Jiang Lai's cold tone made people feel that he didn't care much about Xiao Feng's appearance;

However, Jiang Lie took the initiative to say one more sentence later, even if it was only four words, but he was as careless as Zhang Jian could tell that Xiao Feng must have a place in Jiang Lie's heart.

When Zhang Jian heard Jiang Lai say that his friend had nothing to do, his heart for gossip (CP) also suddenly aroused, so he recalled the matter that Jiang Lai asked Xiaofeng to kill the enemy a few days ago, and couldn't help it. Curiously asked: "Hey, that, Jiang Lu... You asked Xiaofeng a few days ago if she still remembered his enemies, those who destroyed his family—"

Zhang Jian always felt that it was weird for him to say this—these plots were just like those seen in novels, but they actually happened to his friends—he still bite the bullet and continued to ask: “I It means, do you want to avenge Xiaofeng and his family?"

In fact, when Jiang Xun heard the first half of Zhang Jian's speech, he almost understood what he meant.

"Yes."

So as soon as Zhang Jian finished speaking, Jiang Xun answered without hesitation.

He raised his head to look at Zhang Jian, who had an expressionless expression on his face. His cold and ruthless eyes were black and white. He looked like an ignorant child who had never experienced anything in the world. Wrong is right—but Zhang Jian felt that Jiang Lai's eyes were also contradictoryly filled with the courage and firmness of an adult, as if no one could shake his inner decision.

"But, you're only alone..."

Zhang Jian distinguished himself from Si Yufeng very sensibly. He has a very clear understanding of the specific strengths of the two of them. It would be great if he could not hold back Jiang Shou.So he asked worriedly: "Jiang Li, can you deal with those 'guests' by yourself at that time, can you do it?"

Leaving aside the guests that Si Yufeng mentioned that "surprise visit to Felton Manor" that day, including players from different worlds; people who can wipe out the entire Felton family, or a group of people, no matter how powerful they are Not necessarily where it will go.

Therefore, Zhang Jian felt that his worry was not unreasonable.

Jiang Xun didn't answer this question right away, because he noticed that Si Yufeng next to him seemed to be talking in his sleep—but his voice was so small that Zhang Jian couldn't hear it—he who could recognize lip language quickly recognized it. What came out of the former teammate's mouth was only one sentence, or it could be said that there was only one word.

"Mother."

Like a poor child yearning for maternal love, Si Yufeng frowned lightly, from the edge of his mouth to the depths of his heart, he was sincerely calling for the gentle mother he had lost long ago.

Si Yufeng, who fell into a nightmare, was not awakened by the conversation between the two just now, he was still trapped in that frightening and powerless environment.

As if he could empathize with Scott in his dream, Si Yufeng seemed to have returned to the iconic scene that made him feel horrified and led to a series of tragedies later. He could also clearly feel the pain from Scott's limbs. And the bone-chilling coldness of the body.

But once again in a state of isolation and helplessness, he felt a sudden warmth from nowhere—as if someone finally noticed his coldness in a snowy field, and that person gently held him Hands clenched so hard that they were so tense that they turned pale.

Even though Si Yufeng was still in that terrible dream at this moment, he could clearly hear that wonderful voice that seemed to come down from heaven.

"You still have me." He heard the man calling him with a gentle voice like God forgiving the world: "Xiaofeng."

……

Although Mr. Felton earned his first pot of gold by relying on the gaming industry, but when he traveled across the ocean and came to the new continent of country Q, he never gave birth to his young child (Scott). Te's birth was after he and his wife came to country Q) and mentioned this disgraceful profiteering career.

He doesn't seem to allow his underage descendants to touch these "bad" things that easily expose the inferiority of human beings and can be easily addicted to.

Perhaps Mr. Felton intends to tell his son about this shady family business when Scott is a little older—but it is obvious that Si Yufeng doesn't seem to understand it at least now. His father's property in country D.

So when the little gentleman in strict formal attire, that is, standing at the door waiting for the guests, Scott asked his father who were the guests who were going to visit the house, Mr. Felton rarely lost his usual strictness and tone Gently tell your son.

"It's all my old friends in country D, our distant relatives, they helped me manage a family business there (after Felton left country D, he handed over those properties to his cousins, He only became a behind-the-scenes shareholder)." Felton finally chose to hide the story behind it.

Then he seemed to be thinking of those glorious moments in the past, looking forward to the arrival of those distant relatives, and said happily: "Actually, you should call them 'uncle'." But the last two words, Felton deliberately said it in his proficient Chinese,

For some reason, Scott actually heard a hint of pride in his father's answer—this is not a common thing for Felton, who has always shown himself to be humble.

At this time, Jiang Ke and her loyal knights, who were in Felton Castle, watched the busy scene of the servants sorting out the housework in front of them, and James asked: "Captain, where do you think the 'lucky coin' will be?" ?”

These industrious knights did not take a break after dealing with their internal "betrayers", but began to actively look for the prize that could support the entire Divine Bless Knights to continue to operate, and could only be obtained in the last mission .

Unfortunately, not all efforts are rewarded.

James and his knights did not find any trace of the "lucky coin", even though their search range had been expanded to the neighboring Blades Manor and Anhartle Manor.But it is also fortunate that they have not heard any news about "lucky coins" from other high-level organizations.

This is likely to show that everyone's current progress is almost the same-in fact, it means nothing.

Jiang Ke suddenly replied: "I think we still lack one thing."

"What?" James was not able to immediately guess what his boss wanted like before, he still asked with some puzzlement: "Commander, what do you think we still lack?"

Jiang Ke looked at the well-behaved and lovely boy standing at the gate of the manor—you can recognize this as the childhood Feb from the back—and the radiant Mr. Felton beside him. Her eyes were clear, The voice answered with the same clarity.

"An opportunity."

"A great opportunity waiting for all the characters to play."