I'm a god in the infinite game

Armand woke up suddenly from his sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed sweating profusely, bowed his head and gasped for a while before recovering from that nightmare.

In other words, recovering from the nightmare reality.

Armand shook his sweaty hand. The last picture in his sleep was Mu Sicheng with his head lying on the ground bleeding and his pupils dilated.

The opponent's blood spread on the ground, merging with the pool of blood under him.

Armand sat on the edge of the bed blankly, recalling the dream just now, or his previous life.

His elder brother Georgia is the captain of the third district of the Heresy Administration. Since Armand was sensible and could remember, he has been extremely busy. Because Georgia is engaged in a very dangerous job, he has a strong desire to protect Armand—Georgia There are strict plans for Armand's every move.

For example, Georgia strictly forbids Armand to enter the Bureau of Heresy and engage in any work related to heresy.

But Armand is not convinced. The more Georgia does not allow it, the more he wants to enter. The work of the Bureau of Heresy is very attractive in his eyes-this is the job of saving the world in his fantasy!

Armand, who admired his elder brother Georgia since he was a child, yearned for the Administration of Heresy more and more, and even entered the training camp of the Administration of Heresy in adolescence, which was extremely rebellious.

This led to the first quarrel between Armand and Georgia, and Armand fought to the death, and finally got his wish.

And Georgia said to him coldly, Armand, you are a timid and soft-hearted person, you can't be cruel to the enemy, and if you do, you will be severely punished by fate.

Now that I think about it, Georgia was right. Georgia is always right.

At that time, Armand had not been severely punished by fate, and he always had some unrealistic and naive illusions about the kindness of fate.

With these innocence like a ticking time bomb, he entered the Heresy Administration, and was then transferred by Georgia to the safest heresy supervision department, where he was in charge of paperwork.

Depressed Armand counts all kinds of heresies idly, seizes any opportunity and wants to run to the most dangerous front line, but every time Georgia finds out with sharp eyes, and then controls them more strictly in the headquarters of the third district.

Armand felt an indescribable emptiness and loneliness.

From the time he was growing up, he was surrounded by the high protective wall that Georgia built to protect him from heresy. There was nothing in the wall but himself, and even Georgia stayed discreetly outside the wall, even eating. A plastic cover prevents contamination of him.

And when he finished growing up, he still stayed in this enclosure without anyone to talk to.

And soon this person appeared.

The third area under Georgia's supervision is a storage area for high-risk heresy, which stores the most dangerous and valuable heresy, and the strongholds of the third area are generally in very secret locations, and few people can detect it, but all this is true for the third area. Mu Sicheng, the natural enemy of the district, is an exception.

Mu Sicheng is the biggest enemy of the third district. Every time this arrogant thief comes to the third district, he will cause trouble. other side.

After researching and researching, a little epidermis was also researched.

When Armand stuffed the bread into his mouth, he couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard the team members next to him mention Mu Sicheng's background for the thousand and one time.

"Mu Sicheng... his best friend is dead... now he can't cooperate with anyone, he's very withdrawn and alone..."

"He seems to mind this very much, and when he hears it, he will be furious and out of control... You can take advantage of this..."

Holding the bread in his mouth, Armand interjected inarticulately, "How can a dead friend be considered a weakness?"

He patted his chest with a playful smile and introduced himself: "Unless you make him a living friend, that's considered a weakness. I think I'm pretty good. I can help you to be a spy and be the thief's friend."

The team members knew that Armand was the captain's younger brother, so they laughed and teased him: "Do you know how this thief's friend died?"

Armand shook his head honestly.

The team members frightened him: "It was killed by Mu Sicheng himself! If you were friends with him, you might be killed by him too!"

Armand froze, choking on the swallowed bread.

That night, the red alert in the three districts sounded.

Armand woke up from his sleep in a daze, and heard Georgia's serious voice on the radio: "The whole area is on alert! Mu Sicheng was hit in the waist by me after stealing three heavy and second-level red heretics, and now he has lost his ability to move. Escaping from within the Administration! All team members searched in a blanket manner!"

"—If necessary, they can be killed on the spot!"

The team members searched for the shot thief room by room, their faces couldn't hide their joy. This kind of joy of being successful soon made Armand, who joined the search team secretly, turn a blind eye after being discovered by the team members. I let go of it with one eye.

Armand followed the search excitedly, but after searching twice, he was discovered by Georgia. After being reprimanded by Georgia in dejection, Armand rolled back to his room in despair.

But when Armand returned to his room, he immediately realized that something was wrong, and something had sneaked into his room.

Armand didn't close the door when he left the dormitory. Although the person who came was very cautious and everything in the room seemed untouched, the smell couldn't be concealed - Armand smelled a strong smell of blood.

His heart pounded nervously.

Armand was very self-aware that he couldn't stop the other party, so he pretended not to notice anything, turned around and prepared to leave to inform others.

But the moment he turned his head, someone hooked his throat with sharp claws, and a tall man gasped and pressed on him, laughing viciously: "It's very sharp, your nose is as sharp as mine. , can you smell my blood?"

Armand's heart was about to jump out of his throat. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Before he could speak, the man on his shoulders slowly slid down by himself.

Armand turned around in a daze.

He saw a young man about his age lying weak in a pool of blood, with monkey earphones on his head, gasping for breath.

This man was about to lose blood and go into shock, and Armand realized it immediately. He stared blankly at Mu Sicheng who was lying in a pool of blood, and involuntarily echoed all the background information he had heard about this murderous thief in his mind.

【...No friends... Alone... Seems very lonely... I can only talk to a follower behind him】

[Every time you steal something, everything you do is to please the person behind the scenes and get the other party's approval...]

[It seems that the behind-the-scenes person is going to expand the smuggling line recently, so Mu Sicheng has visited the third district more and more frequently...]

Armand thought that the other party would be a bad old man in his 40s and 50s, but he didn't expect...to be so young.

Blood spread from under Mu Sicheng's body into a pool of blood. He curled up in a daze, and instead of covering the wound, he used his injured abdomen to protect the three heretical boxes that he had stolen inside.

Armand's lips were pursed into a straight line. He held the pistol on the back of his waist, then gritted his teeth and drew the gun to Mu Sicheng's head.

But no matter how hard he pushed himself, Armand couldn't do it—his brother was right.

He has no way to shoot such a living person, even if he knows that he is a heinous bad guy, but he can see the same desire as him in the eyes of the dying Mu Sicheng—for life, for being understood The meager sustenance and longing for identification.

At this time, there was a knock on his door.

Armand was taken aback. He subconsciously propped Mu Sicheng up and hid him under the bed. Then he took off the floor, sprayed a lot of air freshener in fear, and lay down on the bed pretending to be asleep.

It was an ordinary player who came, and he asked Armand, "Did you see any suspicious people?"

Armand, who was on the bed, quickly replied in a panic: "No! I sprayed a lot of air freshener because I just had a lot of stinky shit!"

The visitor: "...you don't need to tell me this kind of thing."

Fortunately, no one doubted Armand, the younger brother of the captain, so amidst the choking smell of the air freshener, the person who came came pinched his nose and left.

Armand lay limp on the bed, he hesitated for a long time, and put a bottle of special healing potion and a roll of bandages under the bed.

It may have been a long, long time before a pair of monkey paws stretched out from the bottom of the bed, hooking these things away with a "swish".

Armand hugged his knees and squatted halfway on the bed. He was in a daze with his eyes out of focus, thinking about why he did this.

But before he could think of a result, there was a rejuvenated voice from under the bed: "Hey, what's your name?"

Armand replied honestly: "Armand."

There was a snort from the bottom of the bed: "It's hard to hear, you look exactly like the man who shot and wounded me, who is his?"

"...Brother." Having said that, Armand became even more depressed.

Why on earth did he save the enemy that his brother shot and wounded?

After a long, long silence under the bed, he asked the same question as Armand thought: "Why...why did you save me?"

Armand sighed melancholy: "I don't know, I can't help but save it."

For some reason, there was a series of extremely mocking laughter and coughing sounds from the bottom of the bed, and then he cursed with a low laugh: "You idiot."

Armand: "..."

Although I also think it's quite stupid, but you say this, isn't it wrong?

When Armand woke up early the next morning, Mu Sicheng had already disappeared. On the one hand, Armand breathed a sigh of relief, but on the other hand, he also felt that he was crazy about trying to make meritorious deeds, so he did it. This dream of catching Mu Sicheng?

But why did the self in the dream save him and then let him go?

Armand couldn't figure it out, so he gave up.

But not long after, the notorious thief visited the Heresy Administration again, but this time Mu Sicheng did not take anything away, but left one thing behind.

Like all the overly arrogant monster thieves in history, he actually sent a notice letter to the third district in advance this time.

【——Wednesday came to steal something, I don’t know what I stole, look at it, let your captain’s younger brother, that so-and-so with an ugly name, wash it up and wait for me at the door! 】

Georgia opened his eyelids, and he threw this notice letter in front of the demented Armand: "Explain why Mu Sicheng started targeting you?"

"...I don't know..." Armand wanted to cry, but he really regretted it.

Georgia took a deep breath, stared at Armand for a long time, and finally passed the verdict: "No matter what happened between you and Mu Sicheng, Armand, you must remember that this man is a devil, and you will be killed by him in the end."

"But if you really need a chance to recognize this reality, I'll give it to you."

Georgia examines the guilty Armand: "Wednesday took part in the siege with us with a gun."

On Wednesday, Armand, holding a gun, stood at the front tremblingly. Soon, the thief came.

This is the first time Armand saw Mu Sicheng who was running and stealing.

Mu Sicheng was as fast as the wind, and as free as the wind, grinning at Armand's side who hadn't recovered from his senses at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then grabbed Armand's wrist, Armand, who was dazed, ran with him.

In the scene of gunfire and the screams of all the members of the Heresy Bureau, the hostile thieves and Armand ran quickly like two children who were caught playing pranks on the spot.

Armand was stunned, he pulled his hand and wanted to leave, but at this time Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously, and turned his head to look at him in the wind: "See if they can't catch us, isn't it fun?"

Armand was startled, he turned his head, and behind him were the team members chasing them hysterically. Against the background of Mu Sicheng's extreme speed, the ferocious facial expressions of these running team members looked a little funny-it was really fun, Oman De couldn't help laughing.

Mu Sicheng ran fast, and Armand, who was held by him, also ran fast.

All kinds of heresies are presented one by one under Mu Sicheng's superb theft technology. These dangerous heresies, which have been measured and organized by Armand, are weighed in Mu Sicheng's hands at will. It seems that they are not heresies, but just Mu Sicheng's toys. This is not a theft crime endangering the world, just a whim game of this thief.

Mu Sicheng casually threw a heresy at Armand, and smiled: "Do you know what this is for?"

"Number 8035..." Armand racked his brains to recall the statistics he made, "This seems to be... in the wind..."...a butterfly.

He remembered being able to blow a hurricane.

Mu Sicheng interrupted Armand impatiently, reached out and opened it directly: "Don't you know if you open it?"

A group of colorful and strange butterflies flew out of the box, and the wind fanned out from under their colorful tails. The violent wind swayed back and forth in the closed room, and the hairline could move back a centimeter.

Armand was caught off guard and was blown into the air.

Mu Sicheng grabbed Armand's ankle to prevent Armand from being blown away. He couldn't help laughing and mocking: "You've been here for so long, your brother hasn't even let you play with this, has he?"

"Is this for fun?!" Armand yelled in despair, "Stop it, it will cause drastic climate change!"

"No." Mu Sicheng grasped his body in the wind to balance his body, he floated slightly above Armand, stabilized Armand's shoulders, and explained with a low smile, "It's really stupid, your brother I don't know how to teach you, look, every heretic has a weakness-"

Mu Sicheng controlled Armand's fingers to grab the tail of a butterfly flying in the wind, and whispered to Armand's side: "—as long as you control its weakness, this heresy is your toy .”

Armand watched in disbelief that the butterfly in his hand stopped fluttering and settled obediently at his fingertips.

Mu Sicheng snorted triumphantly: "Right?"

But the next moment, Mu Sicheng maliciously let go of the finger holding the butterfly, and flicked the butterfly's tail feathers with his index finger, and suddenly there was a strong wind.

Mu Sicheng grabbed the panicked Armand by the back of his neck, retreated rapidly in the hurricane caused by the butterfly, laughed wildly in the wind to the team members who came to chase them, and said goodbye with two fingers:

"I will steal your captain's younger brother for fun!"

They disappeared without a trace in the sudden wind.

In fact, the wind didn't take the two of them for a long time, so Mu Sicheng stopped.

He didn't know whose call he had received, and his originally joyful expression immediately calmed down, and his tone changed from jumping to calm: "...Understood, I will bring the things back. There is no problem with the safety of the smuggling line."

After finishing the phone call, Mu Sicheng turned around and saw Armand, burst into laughter.

Armand has a face that is ninety-nine percent similar to Georgia. At this moment, Armand, who has never experienced such a thrill, now has brown hair that has been blown into a chicken coop by the wind. Grass is overgrown, and his expression is mentally retarded.

He was lying on the ground on all fours now—it wasn't that he didn't want to stand up, it was mainly because he had never taken a vehicle like a hurricane, and Armand was a little dizzy from the "wind".

Mu Sicheng squatted in front of Armand, who was lying on the ground, with a half-smile: "I thought the old-fashioned younger brother would be a little old-fashioned, but I didn't expect it to be a little mentally handicapped."

Armand glanced at Mu Sicheng quietly: "You scold me again."

Mu Sicheng couldn't help laughing, he stood up in his pocket, took out several heretical boxes from his pocket and threw them all to Armand: "Okay, I've almost finished playing today, I will play with you again when I have a chance, bye."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Armand came back to his senses, he looked at the several boxes in front of him, and was suddenly taken aback——

——These boxes were not only taken away by Mu Sicheng today, but also the three boxes Mu Sicheng saved last time when Mu Sicheng was injured were also returned to him.

"Mu Sicheng—" After thinking again and again, Armand still couldn't help calling Mu Sicheng back, "You also gave me back what you stole last time."

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows and turned around with one foot: "Why, why don't I give it back to you?"

Armand replied honestly: "You should have come to play today, and all the red heresies you took were light one-level red heresy, but these three are all three-level heavy red, which should be your goal. Of course you can return it to me, but I will Mainly because I am afraid that you will come to steal again next time."

"It is indeed my goal." Mu Sicheng smiled, "But last time I was caught by you, the theft naturally failed, and this is not my trophy."

Mu Sicheng waved his hand and left without looking back, with a smile in his voice: "Of course I will steal again, if you don't want to lose, try to catch me, Armand."

Armand looked at the three boxes and was silent for a long time.

Armand, who successfully brought back the stolen box, finally has the qualifications to enter the front line.

After that, Mu Sicheng would send notice letters to Armand from time to time, and Armand seemed to grow overnight, he became more calm, and would try his best to hunt down Mu Sicheng.

Whenever Mu Sicheng came, Armand was the one who ran the fastest, almost as fast as Mu Sicheng, but he never shot Mu Sicheng.

Gradually, Armand became the person who recovered the most stolen goods from Mu Sicheng in the whole world.

Armand gradually grew up in the process of chasing Mu Sicheng. He became more and more stable, more responsible, and more capable. He became Georgia's second-in-command, that is, the vice-captain.

One day after dinner, Armand, who registered heretics, returned to the dormitory, and found a notice letter next to the bed, which said—[Vice-captain, stop playing hunting games, come drink? 】

Armand slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and after carefully confirming that his brother was not there, he slipped away through the back door of the Heresy Administration.

Armand came to the open space where he was swept by Mu Sicheng in a gust of wind—they occasionally come here to get together, although I don’t know why the guys from the two opposing camps did this, but it just started unknowingly. It has become an unspoken agreement between two people.

This open space is very barren on the ground, but when you look up, you can see a very bright night sky. When Armand arrived, Mu Sicheng sat on a small hillside and looked up at the starry sky.

"Come on." Mu Sicheng greeted Armand lazily, throwing him a bottle of wine.

Armand took it steadily as usual, then raised his head and paused.

He noticed that Mu Sicheng tonight was not in the right mood.

"What's wrong?" Armand sat next to Mu Sicheng and asked.

Mu Sicheng raised his head, took a sip of wine, and exhaled foul breath: "The man has given me the full power of the smuggling line, and he won't steal anything from now on."

He was silent for a while, and then continued as if nothing had happened: "See you later, we are about to shoot, change your pretending empty shell gun."

After Mu Sicheng finished speaking, Armand also fell silent.

——If it’s just stealing, it can still be regarded as a game, but when it rises to endanger everyone’s smuggling, it’s no longer a game between them.

But the lives and deaths of countless people.

Armand rarely drank, but at that time, he took a big sip, wiped his mouth and said, "I will."

"I have played many, many games, including tragic ones, terrifying ones, and one..." Mu Sicheng looked up at the starry sky and muttered to himself, "—I will never forget it."

"But during this time, I had the most fun." Mu Sicheng lowered his head, he didn't look at Armand, but stretched out his hand to him, "Thank you, whether you let me go, or accompany me."

Armand held Mu Sicheng's hand and said seriously: "It's okay, we are friends."

Mu Sicheng paused, he was silent for a while, and then sneered: "Do you know how my last friend died?"

"Killed by your own hands." Armand held Mu Sicheng's hand tightly, and there was unshakable firmness in his dark brown eyes, "But I believe you will not kill me, or in other words, I will Do your best to become much stronger than you, so as not to be killed by you, nor to kill you!"

Armand clenched his fist and said, "I will be strong enough to stop what you are going to do!"

Mu Sicheng withdrew his hand, turned his head away awkwardly, but there was an uncontrollable smile on his face: "...Smelly brat, don't think that you are so proud of catching me many times."

But perhaps neither Armand nor Mu Sicheng thought that this was the last time they smiled at each other.

Three months later, Bai Liu came to deliver a batch of goods. During the delivery, Mu Sicheng was spotted by George who came to patrol.

After Georgia confirmed that this was a group of high-risk smuggling heresies, and once it entered the market, it would cause serious consequences, he launched a fierce attack without hesitation. Mu Sicheng, who stayed behind, was struggling to deal with it, but after handing over the goods and leaving Bai Liu killed a carbine and returned to the port.

With the help of Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng captured the famous captain of the third district on the spot.

Seeing that the person who came was Georgia, Mu Sicheng's pupils couldn't help shrinking slightly.

And Bai Liu, who was sitting on the seat, didn't miss this subtle change in Mu Sicheng's expression. Bai Liu looked at Georgia who was half-kneeling in front of his knees with an expressionless face, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You know the captain?"

Mu Sicheng answered with difficulty: "I often go to his third district to steal heresies..."

Bai Liu turned his face to the side, and he looked at Mu Sicheng lightly: "I don't like people lying to me, you know I'm talking about more than the level of knowledge I've seen—do you have feelings for him?"

"No!" Mu Sicheng quickly denied it.

Bai Liu turned his head to look at Georgia thoughtfully: "But you can't fake your reaction when you see this face. It's not him, it should be someone who looks very similar to him."

He leaned over and raised Georgia's head, and lowered his eyes to examine this face: "You should be able to tell whether it is that person from the figure of the immediate relatives of the woman, so this person should be male, and he is a male of a very similar age. , otherwise you won’t be unable to judge the difference in appearance at first glance.”

Mu Sicheng's breathing almost stopped, his hands clenched into fists.

"—Is it his younger brother?" Bai Liu calmly announced the answer, "Similar to your age, and perhaps have similar experiences to a certain extent, the establishment of this relationship in this opposing position—"

Bai Liu opened his eyelids and looked at the silent Mu Sicheng, clasped his hands together in front of him: "—Is it fun?"

Mu Sicheng's eyes were red, and he let out a long breath. He didn't defend himself with a single word, and knelt down on his knees with his head down.

"Please...let Georgia go." He said word by word, "I overplayed my game, I will control myself next time, killing him now will change the manager and layout of the three districts, no It is convenient for us to investigate..."

Mu Sicheng was about to continue, but he seemed to be directly trying to persuade Georgia to let go of how absurd and powerless he was, so after receiving no reply from Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng calmed down and knelt on Bai Liu's side without moving. In front of six.

Bai Liu lowered his eyes: "I can let him go out of respect for you and the seriousness of the work during this time."

Mu Sicheng raised his head in astonishment.

"This is not an example." Bai Liu glanced at Georgia lightly: "But before that, in order to prevent the captain of the third district from remembering our smuggling route, we need to show him one thing."

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief: "—Is it an item to erase memories?"

"No." Bai Liu said softly, "I'm going to let him try the new item I just got, [Future]."

After Georgia glanced at that thing, it seemed as if his soul had been sucked out, and he remained motionless, like a corpse. He was thrown by Bai Liu on a piece of wasteland—that is, the piece where Mu Sicheng and Armand drank occasionally Secret Badlands.

Mu Sicheng secretly notified Armand to come and take his brother away.

Amand, who came here, panicked and carried back Georgia lying on the ground with blank eyes.

—that was the beginning of all nightmares.

When Georgia kept silent for a month and was always ready to commit suicide and self-mutilation, the desperate Armand broke out and he logged into the game.

After struggling in the game to clear the level, the dying Armand saw another side of the thief named Mu Sicheng on the big screen for the first time.

This man laughed wantonly and slaughtered casually. Human life was in his hands as carelessly as a toy. He followed behind another man, from a thief to an incomparably sharp murder weapon, blood would be seen when he struck.

Armand stood blankly among the cheering audience for Mu Sicheng scratching his opponent's neck, looked up at the friend on the screen that he thought was very strange, and his mind went blank.

It turns out that those games that Mu Sicheng said... are like this...

Is that so?

After winning another game, Mu Sicheng casually lifted his clothes to wipe off the sweat and blood dripping from his chin, waved impatiently at the cheering audience, and prepared to leave.

Bai Liu seemed to get excited, turned around and asked him: "Compared with this game and the friend game between you and the deputy captain of the third district, which one is more fun?"

The decline in mental value and the release of the desire to kill and steal caused Mu Sicheng's pupils to shrink slightly in excitement, and he made a vicious smile, with sharp teeth showing at the corners of his mouth, like a demon who has stretched his nature after being bathed in blood: "That's still Does it need to be said?"

"—Of course it's a game here."

Armand stood in the bustling crowd like a wooden sculpture, the huge screen glowed white light behind him, and the team led by Bai Liu walked past Armand under the cheers of the audience.

And the biggest hero of this game, Mu Sicheng, who killed the most enemies, walked behind Bai Liu. He walked by Armand's side, and his impatient strides brought down the weak Armand after clearing the level.

Mu Sicheng didn't care which weak player he knocked down.

Mu Sicheng, who was immersed in a certain emotion, just glanced back condescendingly at the player who had been hit by him, and only looked up at him with a muddy face. away.

Armand, who was sitting on the ground, looked up in a daze. He saw Bai Liu in front of him turned his head, looked at him from a distance, and then smiled as if he felt pity for him.

He saw Bai Liu lip-syncing to him with a smile: "It's just a game."

——Everything is just a game.

The delirious Armand forgot how he logged out of the game, he stumbled back to his dormitory of the Bureau of Heresy, and found out the notice letter written to him by Mu Sicheng that he still had, and frantically Torn to pieces and burned.

Replace the wine that Mu Sicheng and him drank together, the heresy they played with, and the sneaky things they did with him, and replaced them with bullets from empty guns.

Armand lay on the bed for a long time, he closed his eyes, as if he could smell the bloody smell coming from under the bed, he could hear the guy chuckling and calling him an idiot, and he could see the boundless free starry sky in the wasteland.

But when he opened his eyes, Armand's brown eyes were empty and there was nothing.

He got up like a puppet, replaced the empty bullets in the pistol with live ammunition, and then contacted Mu Sicheng—he didn't know if Mu Sicheng would come, but he could only hope that Mu Sicheng would have the patience This game of friends is played to the end.

And Armand will stay with him to the end.

Mu Sicheng is here.

And so Armand put an end to the friend game, tearing up, gnashing his teeth, and for the first time shot the lying bad guy, who also grabbed him by the throat A big hole.

The moment before Mu Sicheng fell to the ground, he looked at Armand with unbelievable eyes, as if he couldn't believe that Armand had done such a thing to him.

After falling to the ground, Mu Sicheng's face was grim because of the pain. He struggled to transform into monkey claws and crawled towards Armand.

Armand thought he was going to attack, and with the last of his strength, Armand fired another shot at him.

The gun hit the temple, and Mu Sicheng clasped Armand's hand with the monkey's paw, and said hoarsely: "—I caught your brother, I'm sorry——"

Mu Sicheng's hand was on Armand's, as if he wanted to shake it. He looked at Armand with slack eyes, and his bright eyes, which always had a nasty smile, were full of gloom.

This guy was obviously shot to death by him, but the last words he said to him were sorry, I arrested your brother.

Armand's tears welled up gradually.

He wanted to talk to this dead bad guy, but he couldn't utter a single syllable. Armand realized that Mu Sicheng's monkey paw had scratched a big hole in his throat, and most of his vocal cords were gone. Well, now he is speechless.

Armand felt that his body was getting colder and his heartbeat was getting slower.

The last thing he saw was a pair of leather shoes coming towards him, and a black whip dragging to the ground.

Armand saw this man knelt down on one knee, turned over the head of Mu Sicheng, who had been shot dead by him, and gently hugged him in his arms, and then solemnly closed Mu Sicheng's head with his gloved hands. Open eyelids.

Armand heard the person possessed, and whispered softly to the dead Mu Sicheng in his arms: "——If this is a game of your choice, then this is your [end]."

"But death to you is just a long sleep. Your soul is my eternal property. When we wake up, we will be together again."

"Go to sleep."

The tone was light and floating, as if a patient father who was coaxing his child who refused to sleep was telling a beautiful fairy tale about death.

Armand tried his best to raise his head and see clearly who the person who came to collect the bones for Mu Sicheng was.

But no matter how hard Armand tried to open his eyes and see the man's face clearly, his eyelids became heavier and his breathing became weaker and weaker amidst the man's strange, coaxing voice.

At the moment before Armand closed his eyes completely, he thought that if his brother were here, he would definitely criticize him for attacking him for being so overreaching, and ask him to write a [-]-word review of him and Mu Si Sincerity is an improper relationship between enemies, hand it in before tomorrow...

There was a tear in the corner of Armand's eyes, his soul fluttering like a butterfly in the wind finally fell into the long sleep called death.

The hurricane within the walls finally died down.

The author has something to say:

Xiao 4's lifelong enemy appeared!The enemy of life is not cp!There is no cp line for these two! ! 4 is really a straight man (heavy re-reading)