Speaking of this, Mo Nanjue paused, the man narrowed his eyes, the curvature of the corners of his eyes made it impossible to believe that he had experienced this when he was a child, he closed his eyelids lightly and did not speak again.

Tong Ran's little hand was exhausted, and he squeezed out the words from his throat, "Then, you take them...... Have you killed them all?"

"My right leg, left arm, shoulder blade, were all shot, and I was shot 2 times on my arm, but at the end of the day, the maid said that I still have 2 children left, I looked left and right and still didn't find it, after the last I got into the back of the flowers, suddenly a boy patted my shoulder from behind, his face was bruised, still bleeding, I was about to raise the gun, but he held me, he said he was willing to kill himself, he let me win, because he didn't dare to kill, he was very afraid, he said very sincerely, I believed him, he took my hand, Tell me to bring one of the things in his pocket to his family. ”

"Then he ...... later"

I believed him, and hesitated to leave him a chance to survive, when his hand in his pocket suddenly pulled out his dagger and stabbed me in the chest, and I dodged, and he held him and fell to the ground, and after that, I slit his throat with the dagger. ”

“……”

"At that time, the blood splashed on my face, the warm feeling, that was the first time I felt other people's blood, and it was only later that I realized that he was the former eldest young master of the most famous Nangong Group in Europe, Nangong Ling Tian," Mo Nanjue sneered, "The moment I wiped his neck with a dagger, the servant shouted outside, 15, 14 except me have all died, I killed 9, the boy in front of me who was just killed by me killed 4, although he was not killed, but there were too many gunshot wounds on his body, That's why they didn't beat me. ”

Tong Ran bit his lower lip to death, and he couldn't comment on who was right and who was wrong in this fight, obviously they were only four or five-year-old children......

She couldn't imagine what kind of despair Mo Nanjue must have felt when she was standing alone in the middle of the lawn with three guns, looking at the green grass surrounded by lurking murderous machines.

At that time, he was really just a child......

The one who can survive may be the one who suffers the most.

"At that time, my face was covered with blood splashed from his neck, there were corpses all around, and I was also bleeding from my body, and I heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind, I turned around, and when I stood up, the servant called me young master loudly from behind, and at that time I really knew what it means to stand up only when I am alive, and if there is the slightest soft-heartedness, then I am one of those corpses, and I can only lie down forever. ”

Mo Nanjue closed his eyes as he spoke, and in a trance, he could still recall the feeling at that time, he stood up from the pile of dead people with a dagger, he killed someone, won the game, and he was greeted by applause, he lowered his head to look at the corpses, and his cold little face no longer had any of the luster of the past.

This is the cruelty and bloodshed on the shoulders of these heirs of the big family.

"Since then, I have never relented, guns and ammunition, bare-handed fighting, parachuting and diving, as long as I can learn, I have learned. Because I know the Tao, if I don't learn this today, someone will learn to kill me tomorrow. ”

"Well, those kids ......"

"Their bodies will be sent home, those families are now the heads and faces, the family group to which the four boys I killed belonged were still cooperating with me some time ago, and those who shook hands with me to negotiate the project were all the boy's closest relatives. ”