Du Feng and Song Yue fought back and walked towards the gate, the Song family manor, which was usually small, now seemed to be a hundred times bigger, no matter how the two of them walked, they couldn't reach the end.

The gun in Song Yue's hand was out of bullets, and he threw it on the ground, which was running for his life, either a gun without ammunition for playing a game or a burden, and there was absolutely no possibility of picking up ammunition around.

Holding Song Yuyao's electromagnetic pistol, Song Yue smiled bitterly and followed Du Feng's footsteps. He really didn't like this kind of gun, but there was nothing he could do at this time.

At this time, Du Feng's bullets were not much, and he came out to get the equipment of a team member, and there were not many standing * originally. By now, we are on the verge of running out of ammunition. Du Feng, who can solve it with a saber on the road, will not waste bullets.

The two of them killed all the way like Yaksha who had just crawled out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, covered in blood-colored clothes, and the blood that had not congealed fell down the corners of the clothes.

"Don't come here, don't come here!" A young man who looked like a troubled boy was discovered by Du Feng and Song Yue, and kept retreating to the corner, and when there was no way to retreat, he sat in the corner of the wall, and the machete in his hand also fell to the ground.

Du Feng raised his gun: "Although it is a waste, it won't hurt this time!"

Song Yue waved his hand and grabbed the gun in Du Feng's hand, he knew that what was shot from this toy gun-like thing could definitely kill this young man.

"Forget it!"

Song Yue waved his hand and said with his back to the young man.

The two of them have already killed a lot of people, and it doesn't seem to matter if they let one go, but having such thoughts on the battlefield is deadly, the battlefield is cruel, and mercy will only put their lives at risk.

"Ahh

At this time, the young man still looked scared, his trembling arms were not because of fear, but because of fanaticism and excitement: "I succeeded! I killed him, and I want to be the eldest brother." ”

The boy finally ushered in a dark blue bullet, and he was so excited that he forgot that there was another person just now, or maybe he naively thought that it was a toy gun, and Du Feng was just a fool who fought with people.

When the bullet compressed by the arc entered his head, the boy suddenly remembered that this gun was not the same one that killed his companion.

The bullet sank into his head, and in an instant, the current ran through the blood, and the whole brain was burned in an instant, and he really didn't feel the pain, but he couldn't feel the world either.

Song Yue fell to his knees, he couldn't imagine that he would fall into a great disaster because of his pathetic pity, but why he saved this young man may only be known to her.

I used to be younger than him, and that expression was even more panicked than him. He stole a loaf of bread because of hunger, and was chased two streets and beaten for it.

At that time, he was very small and helpless, and he recognized that people were exerting his fists and feet on him, but hunger could only make him hold the bread and keep biting it, and finally eat it cleanly, but the "adults" who surrounded him vomited out of his stomach with blood and the bread he had swallowed.

Strong! Only when he is strong will he not be bullied, licking his wounds alone, eating garbage, the young boy looks like he is trying to make his fangs sharper, when others are still in elementary school, he begins to wander the streets, fangs let him snatch food and even money from other students! The desperate fight also shocked him at the age of twelve to the first adult!

No more bullying, no more starvation? These are just my own beautiful luxuries, and finally one day the adults and gangsters around me will find themselves. That time, I finally experienced helplessness again.

If it weren't for the well-wishers who called the police, he might have died at the hands of a group of adults of incommensurate age and strength.

Of course, he knew that the police did not come that time, but only sounded a few sirens in the distance to disperse the timid troublemakers. No one cares about a thug who disturbs social order, maybe it is best for them to die like this in their hearts.

Since then, he has been branded with a disability, and those so-called scenery have also been lame with his legs.

The hunger was still so unbearable, and the cold was starting to make me timid.

He clearly remembered that it was a snowy night, and it was also the first time he had seen snow when he was so old, he used to watch the TV in the home appliance market and knew about snow, but as the coldness bloomed on his already broken clothes, he stumbled to avoid the snow with the fear that his longing turned into in an instant, and accidentally crashed into a car.

Watching a man in black with an angry face get out of a very high-end car, it made him feel more stylish than the boss in the movie.

But he didn't care about that, he was leaving, because the black boss's open fist indicated that he was going to be beaten.

At this time, there was another person in the car, and he waved his hand, and the fierce boss stood aside like a log. When the middle-aged man saw him, he squatted down and gave himself the suit that looked very restrained, it was the first time he felt warm, perhaps because he had been frozen for too long.

"Home?" "Relatives?" The young Song Yue didn't even know what the middle-aged man asked himself why, home, was it the little tin house when he was very young?

The middle-aged man didn't say much about putting himself in the black car, he swore that the car was definitely better than the car of the doorman at the entrance of the elementary school! The warmth soaked him again, his consciousness began to fade, and he fell asleep.

Song Yue never slept so well in his memory, and even he repeatedly thought that it was just a dream of his own, if he couldn't still feel the warmth now, maybe he would really think so.

Hot soup and food he had never seen before were put in his hands, and the middle-aged man led him into a large group of buildings, each of which was a villa he had seen in idol dramas.

Are these all his? Song Yue continued to think about it until he passed the age of innocence.

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"This kid is a bastard, a famous beggar in the East China Sea. Song Yue couldn't remember who said this, anyway, it was the only thing he remembered from a lot of words.

"Haha, bastard? Am I bastard? I'll be a bastard from now on. Those were the man's answers. It is also this sentence that this man makes himself call him Daddy every time he sees him.

Every time he finished calling, he walked away laughing.

That time, I still had this man, and a woman who was not very impressed formed a family, and slowly my leg healed, my injury healed, and I never went hungry again, and a teenager made up for the boy's dream.