"Whoa-la-"

The rain didn't stop, like a curtain of beads in a narrow alley.

There were corpses lying in the alley, and even the stagnant water was soaked red with blood.

The last knife bandit has also been killed by Little Pudding. She used her god-level prediction to avoid her weakest physical qualities and almost pull off a perfect beautiful kill.

Now.

The little pudding trembled through the rain and aimed at me with a metal crossbow.

I had a sense of foreboding in my heart, and immediately asked in an astringent voice, "Little Pudding, what are you doing?"

Little Pudding, like a little girl who has been greatly wronged, screamed like a splash: "I will kill you!"

My heart was pounding, and I felt like I was about to collapse.

repeatedly thought that he had escaped, and then there was a reversal, and Lao Tzu's heart was almost unbearable.

The ecstasy of seeing Little Pudding fight back to kill the last knife bandit was replaced by a cold chill in his heart in an instant.

The chill was so intense that even the cold body was nothing compared to it.

Really, I never dreamed of that. The final winner of this war turned out to be Little Pudding, the woman who should be the most vulnerable in actual combat effectiveness.

Even when the knife bandit died and Huanhuan fell into a coma, my life was in her hands.

Seeing that little Pudding hadn't released the arrow yet, I hurriedly made a final struggle and attempt: "Why? Aren't we teammates?"

"We said that we would join forces together, and I have fulfilled my promise to let you kill Song Chengfeng!"

Little Pudding was almost hysterical: "But you and Zhong Tianya teamed up, and you are also the murderer of Brother Qilin!"

On her face, I couldn't tell if it was tears or rain.

But since the trembling body of the little pudding, and the complex expression of unbearable, painful, and struggling on his face, it is not difficult for me to guess.

She was actually crying.

In an instant, a flame of hope burned in my heart.

If Little Pudding is really determined to kill, he will be as merciless as he was when he dealt with this gang of knife bandits. You won't talk nonsense with me at all, and you will just release the arrow and kill me.

In other words, in fact, the little pudding's heart is still struggling and contradictory.

On the one hand, I was carried away by hatred, and on the other hand, I was roughly thinking that I had fulfilled my promise to help her hold a big revenge.

Such a contradiction is simply an indecidable torture for a woman with an IQ of only seven years old.

"Little Pudding, you have to figure out one thing!"

"It's Nie Qilin who has to kill me, I have to attack him if I want to survive!"

"I respect him as a man, who can kill a group of powerful enemies even if he is blind, and I also respect him for his affectionate side, and I still remember you until I die, and I am willing to bow my head and kneel to my enemies. ”

"If it weren't for him trying to kill me, I would even want to be friends and brothers with him, you know?!"

"Nie Qilin is my enemy, which Lao Tzu does not deny! But enemies are also divided into those who are worthy of admiration and those who can only be spurned, and your brother is a person worthy of admiration. ”

"I don't hate him, and I can even feel sorry for him after he dies. ”

"In the same way, I'm here to tell you a corollary—"

"Your brother doesn't hate me either, he only regrets what he did, regrets bringing you to this step in the field, believe it or not?!"

I almost said whatever I wanted, and I didn't care if there was any problem with my logic and language.

The speed of speech is extremely fast, and he utters such a large number of words in one breath that is almost screaming.

Sonorous and powerful, loud and loud.

I've read a lot of books at Peng's house, and there are tips on how to achieve a better chance of achieving a goal when communicating.

When the other party is emotionally agitated, he may not be able to listen to his own words. It's like a person with red eyes who wants to kill you, that is, Sage Kong lobbied with holy words and good words to ensure that this person will not listen.

At this time, the contagion of tone and emotion is actually stronger than the words themselves.

You have a stronger aura than her, and you look like you are standing on your heels and arguing with reason, which is actually more effective.

Sure enough, the little pudding froze, her lips biting and oozing blood, as if she was thinking about what I said.

But before I could strike while the iron was hot, the little pudding cried and scolded, "Shut up!"

"You're just using strong words, I'm afraid I'll kill you!"

I saw that the situation was not right, and immediately said urgently: "I-"

However, as soon as I spat out a word, I felt my hairs stand on end.

Because the little pudding has already released an arrow.

I didn't even have a chance to react when I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. With a muffled grunt, I was even knocked to the ground by the impact.

As far as I could see, the sky was full of fine rainfall. It's actually quite beautiful under the dim light of the alley.

I smiled miserably, finally gave up hope of survival, and only asked weakly, "Little Pudding, are you aiming too far, or are you ruthless?"

The little pudding was like a cat that had been stepped on its tail, and roared, "Shut up! Shut up!"

She must have been stomping her feet, because I heard the sound of her feet on the ground and the sound of stagnant water splashing.

"Admit it, little pudding, no one will laugh at you. ”

"I will know when you have a fever and talk to yourself, you actually regret it, and you also know that what you and Nie Qilin did was wrong. ”

"You know that I am different from Song Chengfeng, I was forced to a dead end before I fought back. You're a simple girl, and you can't do anything when you're ashamed—right?" I already thought I was going to die, and I was relieved to see it, not afraid that these words would make little Pudding angry.

Anyway, it's all death, so what are you afraid of?

Already··· There's nothing to be afraid of.

"I'll tell you to shut up, don't say that Brother Qilin is wrong, Brother is always right!"

"Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you with an arrow!" Little Pudding was so angry that he walked over to me.

She stomped on my face with the sole of her shoe and pointed her loaded crossbow at my head.

I don't know if I'm numb, or if she's not lethal with this script, I don't feel anything.

"Kill it. It's just that before you kill me, let me hug Huanhuan again. I spoke hoarsely, almost begging.

Little Pudding didn't say anything.

I was anxious at this time, and argued with some anger: "When you and Nie Qilin are separated from yin and yang, how much do you want to hug him again?"

"Lao Tzu is going to die, just such a request for you to be generous, can I be pitiful and pitiful?"

I think she can relate to this feeling.

Little Pudding shook and finally let go of his foot.

She stood aside and silently added, "Don't try to play any tricks." ”

I smiled bitterly, and said to myself, what tricks can I play?

I'm like a pig.

The metaphor is hard to hear, but that's how it is now.

I crawled to the unconscious Huanhuan with difficulty, and laboriously removed the last roll of bandages on my body to stop her bleeding and bandage.

Then I hugged Huanhuan, who was drenched, and greedily sniffed the faint fragrance of gardenia on her body.

I kissed her gently from the forehead all the way to her collarbone.

There is no desire, only watery tenderness.

I whispered, "Huanhuan, it's so good to like you." ”

"In the next life—"

"Well, in the next life," I took a deep breath and pulled out a smile, which turned out to be a little sobbed, "I will like you in the next life." ”

In the corner of Huanhuan's eyes, a drop of rain fell.