Take the ghost monster to catch the monster

Yi You arrived behind Munda and put the knife in his hand on his neck: "Don't move, or I will pierce you right now!" said in a cold tone.

"Oh, is that right? Little beauty, you are really fierce! But you can't kill me now. I told you before that I am the leader of this game. You are just a toy in my hand, and I can't kill you. I invited you to have fun with me, but you turned me down"

Munda's tone was gentle at first and then became angry, his eyes widened, he raised his hand, and grasped the bayonet on his neck. The sharp blades on both sides of the bayonet cut through his black leather glove and split his palm. Not afraid of pain, he let the blood ooze out.

The palm of the hand was even stronger, holding the bayonet fiercely, and pulling it outward, Mengda's strength was very strong, obviously higher than that of Yi You, and with the outward impact, Yi You and the bayonet were thrown out together.

Yi You turned around to stabilize his pace, quickly turned back, and supported the ground with one hand.

Munda wiped the blood on his neck with his thumb, he glanced at it, licked his finger, and raised his eyes lightly: "Not bad, not bad, really good, your kung fu is even better than last time in the cage, no Thinking of how much progress you have made in just a few months."

"Little beauty, I want to give you another chance now. Are you willing to accept me? Be the leader of this game with me. In this city, you and I are their kings."

"You are dreaming!"

Yi You spit out these three words coldly.He raised the bayonet again and stabbed at Munda.

"you!"

"Little beauty, you rejected me again, I am really sad, but this is the last chance I give you, there will be no next time, goodbye! My little beauty."

Munda raised his hand for the command to fire the bullet.

Another similar bullet, another similar penetration, the fiery red light surrounded Yi You again, beam after beam.

He is not afraid, and he does not need to be afraid, the spirit of the dead is guiding him

"You're not going to die - go kill him, kill him"

Easy to swim the shooting cabinet without fear of bullets Know how to rush to Munda quickly! ! !

Munda quickly supported an officer and soldier of the invading army beside him, using it as a meat shield, the knife stabbed into his flesh and into his heart, but Yi You's knife missed Munda, he killed another scapegoat .

At the same time, the gun in Munda's hand was at the back of the evil spirit. He pressed the bolt, and with the help of his back, he shot through with Yi You.

Meng Da saw the two people in front of him both fall down, and he threw away the meat shield in his hand, like waste paper scraps, worthless.

He knelt down and looked at Yi You. He didn't know why Yi You didn't die last time?But this time, he will make Yi You die more thoroughly! !

He raised his gun, compared it up and down, and asked about Yi You's body in a joking tone.

"Little beauty, tell me, my gun should be aimed at your forehead or your heart. The head is for thinking, and the heart is for living."

"I think you are a very disobedient toy. As a toy, you shouldn't have thoughts, so..."

"Bang Bang!!"

There was the sound of guns again, and Meng Dazhong pointed the gun at Yi You's forehead.

He exhausted the bullets from one gun, and changed another gun, just like his vicious dog, tirelessly, firing non-stop...

After an unknown amount of time, a ray of sunlight appeared in the twilight blue sky, a blood-red sun, and then slowly climbed out from the sky. It carried a piece of red light, enveloped the earth, and reflected the entire snow field in vermilion .

It slowly rises, and the red light is also extended.

Munda gasped and exhausted all his strength, metal bullets were scattered around it, empty guns were strewn all over the ground, he lay in the snow, red blood melted around him with the white snow.

"Hahahahahahahaha... Dead, dead again, how boring!"

He raised the gun in his hand and shot at the newborn sun: "People are so fragile, they have no strength, and they have to fight ridiculously, little beauty, little beauty, why do you think you are so disobedient? I I am so optimistic about you, but you reject me every time, wouldn't it be good to create a city with me and become the king of this world together?"

Munda closed his eyes, lost in memory.

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Faraway lands, cities in memory,

In the dark corner of the bustling house, the boy curled up there, with a broken wooden sword beside him.

It was covered and surrounded by black figures.

The boy got up and rushed towards them, trying to break through the human wall, the people who laughed at him pushed him down again, they put on disgusting faces and said disgusting words in their mouths.

"Trash, trash, a disgusting illegitimate child like you wants to come out, let's dream about it."

The young man looked fiercely in front of him, his eyes were already red and bloodshot.

Curled up and gnashing his teeth, his hands and feet were tied, and countless punches and kicks landed on his thin body. The boy couldn't resist, and the more he resisted, the heavier the fists fell.

As the moon entered the severe winter, the wind blowing was as cold as death. The boy was stripped off his upper body and discarded in the snow. He knocked on the door panel desperately.

"Please, please, open the door and let me in, let me in!"

No one answered him, no one opened the door for him, except for ridicule or ridicule.

"Your mother is a prostitute, and you are a dog with dirty blood. What right do you have to stand with us? Just stay outside!"

The thin palms beat desperately, rubbing against the hard door panel, and the thin bloody handprints were left on the door wall.

This winter's cold wind did not kill him, but his heart was like a shattered block of ice.

Because of my birth, because I am weak, because I am at the bottom, since this world looks down on me and cannot give me what I want, then I will destroy this world myself, and one day I will let them kneel at my feet.

Since then, the young man has gone crazy. He has worked desperately, and he has used everything to improve himself. He longs for one day to be able to stand at the top, longing for the father he has always looked up to, the father who has always been aloof, to see him A glance, but he never got the response he wanted.

The young man finally got the admission notice of the military academy by his own efforts.

"Father, I passed, passed, look! look"

But his father, whom he had always admired, didn't even look at him seriously, and tore all his achievements into shreds.

Only one sentence was left to the young man that he still harbors grudges to this day.

"Bastard, are you allowed to appear in front of me?"

"A bastard is a bastard, beast, put away your thoughts, stop wishful thinking!"