unwilling to cross

In memory, among the seven, he found Wrath first, but the reason was because Wrath was the closest one from his position at the time.

The first time I saw him, Wrath was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, being kicked and kicked by several fierce guys.

"Hey, are you sure you killed him last time?" said a vicious big man.

"Ah... I literally stuck the knife into his chest, and the kid fell down." said another guy who was blind in one eye.

The third man tore open Wrath's clothes viciously, revealing a large piece of clean chest: "Liar, there is no scar at all."

"Tsk tsk, how do I know."

It seemed that Wrath, who was only in his teens, had little strength and was no match for these big men, so he could only lie on the ground and let them beat and scold him.But his eyes were fixed on the other party, like a wolf cub who refused to admit defeat.

"Cut." A man spat and kicked Wrath in the stomach: "Close your eyes, you dirty bastard." He cursed, grabbed Wrath by the hair and lifted him up, pinching the other's Chin: "It's not a bad face. I don't think the kid

You must have good talent, no matter how much you beat or chop, you won't leave scars. "

"Hey, that's really good."

"Send it to that place and it must be very popular."

"It will be TOP."

"Then let's taste it first. Anyway, he is a man, and there is nothing to check. It is our own business to send it there. Anyway, no matter how we play, he will heal. You are welcome."

"Ah, good idea~~"

In the devil world, the strong are king and the weak are prey.

Hiding aside and seeing the 'myself' enjoying themselves, I didn't intend to just watch when those rough men pressed Wrath's body underneath.

Wu Jie recalled this episode, he could feel that the 'self' had a bad taste of watching a good show and a trace of dissatisfaction in his heart.

Like, hating it is so useless...?

'Myself' is very powerful, just picked up a wooden stick and waved it casually, the tip of the wooden stick passed quickly with wind, and cut the throats of several men.

Death is really easy.

The feeling of killing ants is nothing to be proud of.

Then, he lifted Wrath, who had been struggling all the time, and put it on his shoulders. Wrath's waving hands and sharp teeth are like a newborn baby to 'myself', so powerless.

Wu Jie could hear a sigh in his heart: Because it is the last one, is the power allocated too weak?Talent is also...

It needs to be trained well, it is useless for being so weak.

Obviously it should belong to the main force...

Sure enough, it's still missing...

Wu Jie lowered his head and woke up from his disordered thinking, what he saw was Walter's worried face.

"Where's the hairy boy, what about the stinky boy?" Wu Jie murmured, "The plan is..." The words behind him were a little unclear, and he felt a little groggy, so he tilted his head and fell asleep in Walter's arms stand up.

Walter was already stiff when he heard Wu Jie's first words, speechless in astonishment.

He stretched out his trembling hand to Wu Jie's face, hesitating for a long time before he dared to gently touch it with his fingertips.

"If only...you were Wu Jie all the time." Even if there is no emotion, no memory of the past.

He is not a hairy kid anymore.

Do you trust Chistian the most at any time?

He is indeed more mature than himself.

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"Nani??!!" Shi Liang opened his mouth wide, shaking Chistian's collar: "Don't be kidding, he's the only one? No way!!" He could completely imagine seven vicious men with Holding a knife and fork, he rushed towards the shy and harmless Wu Jie, and then

……

Oh!!!! No!!!!

No no no absolutely no!

Shiliang ran around the room, "I'm going to find him!" Chistian looked at the corner of Shiliang's clothes quickly so that he wouldn't chase him through the space: "What could you do in the past? Now Wu Jie's combat power is far beyond yours. Just go up."

"Two fists are no match for four hands, and I was able to help in the past!"

"It's fine if you don't make trouble." Chistian sighed with his head down.

"You underestimate me."

"No... Besides, those people may not necessarily return to Shanghai Wu Jie."

"why?"

"Because they have an irresistible sense of closeness to Wu Jie, who is the source of his strength."

"what?"

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Endless Island.

Seven people were divided into three factions.

One faction insisted that Wu Jie was Angus, and this time they deceived them premeditatedly.

One school believes that before things are clarified, one should not make random judgments.

And Greed, with an unclear attitude, is in a class of his own.

Pride had already run out, and Gluttony and Wrath were in their rooms, being guarded by Lust and Sloth respectively, not letting them move around. Envy is in charge of contacting the outside world, hoping to find Wu Jie as soon as possible, as well as news about that wayward Pride.

Greed was in a daze in the hall.

Wrath was leaning on the sofa, holding the spear in his hand, his eyes were red.

Sloth sat across from him, yawning occasionally.

"The first time I saw him was when I was at my worst." Wrath said, "He saved me, took me away, taught me marksmanship, and gave me strength." He still clearly remembers that Angus Introducing a tyrannical force into his body, he didn't know what it was, but he knew clearly that his physique changed qualitatively after receiving that force.From his weak body due to his healing talent at the beginning, he became extremely strong, from being bullied by a few incompetent guys to single-handedly defeating an army with a spear, all of his changes were because of Angus.During the time he followed Angus, he was a loyal dog.

He will fulfill Angus' wishes, and he will do whatever he wants.

Even if it is life.

As long as Angus opens his mouth, what can he not give up?

but……

Wrath gritted his teeth: "Am I being affectionate? I thought I should have some status in his heart. Obviously..." He has always treated himself so tenderly, saying that he likes himself and wants to be together forever.

But later, he said again, just talk about it, who would have thought that you would actually believe it?

Then, give up mercilessly.

Why?Why?why!

Where did he go wrong?Can he change it?

tell me it's just a joke...

Wrath's red eyes were misty.In the end, it seemed to him that it was a joke.

Sloth turned his head away, not looking at the aggrieved and helpless look of the always tough man in front of him.

"When... did you meet him?" Wrath asked after a long silence.

They all knew each other, and everyone here had more or less connections with Angus, but they never asked.

It is too cruel to uncover the unhealed scars.Moreover, when talking about this person, it not only touches other people's sore spots, but also myself, which is heart-piercingly painful.

Is it so fun to play the game of people's hearts, Angus?

Sloth was silent, seemingly lost in the past.

There was a trace of sadness in the lazy expression.

The author has something to say: It's scumbag, right?