Did you know that the best way to crush a person is not to crush him all the way, but to defeat him mercilessly when he finally sees the light of hope? Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Brad was my old enemy John Cena, the man who ruined my life.

But why, I don't seem to hate Brad that much......

Also, who will help me think about what I have done in the past ten years......

Racking my brains, but I just can't remember, it's a real headache.

In the haze, Senna felt a little hot on the deck, and it was at this moment that the darkness in front of him faded and he saw some light.

In my ears, the sound of people's discussion lingered, and I couldn't hear what they were saying.

After the onslaught, his senses gradually recovered.

He saw Brad, and the primitives who had knocked him down.

In an instant, a lightning bolt seemed to have flashed in his mind, and he was baptized with heart and soul, and everything was straightened out in front of him.

For the past ten years, I have not been John Cena, but a devil possessed by hatred and emptiness, leaving behind a soulless shell doing all kinds of heinous deeds.

Is Brad the cause of all this? Maybe, maybe not.

It is I who is pitiful, I am hateful, I am also miserable, and it is I who causes the evil results.

Thinking of this, Senna finally ended his fugue, and in just two minutes, he finished his life in memory.

"This guy isn't dead yet!"

Seeing his pupils glow again, a sailor shouted.

The corners of his bloodstained mouth were slightly upturned, showing people a dying smile, such a smile that had been absent for more than ten years.

Out of sympathy or something, Brad crouched down, fingers on the tip of his nose to try his breath.

"Alive. Soon, Brad nodded in acknowledgement.

"Kill him!" cried out in unison the sailors, and some had even come up with iron rods to fight.

"Wait!" Zheng Fei covered the bleeding wound on his neck, hissed in pain, and whispered, "Wait." ”

"Hey, don't forget that you almost died at his hands. Santiago reminded.

"He seems to have something to say, let him say it. ”

"Man, I don't think you're so soft-hearted, and you're not a man to be pitied. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Fei shook his head slightly, exhaled a breath with a little melancholy, raised his eyes, and stared at the sea level where water and sky met in the distance.

Shen groaned, and paused: "I want to listen." ”

There seemed to be a magic force at work, and he wanted to hear Senna pour out his heart.

Looking at Senna, who fell to the ground and smiled, slowly, the sailors fell silent.

Why bother to trouble someone who is about to see God?

Moreover, this famous figure on the European continent has an inexplicable attraction to them, and they, like Zheng Fei, want to hear more stories about Senna.

Senna no longer had the strength to tell the story, the primitive's blow shattered his jawbone, and he didn't have long to live, and he had to exert a lot of strength to even say a word.

He had to think about what he was going to say in the last few words.

There is an emotion called love because of hate, and the more you hate, the more you love. On the bumpy road of life, we will meet countless passers-by, and we may also love countless people, but hating someone completely is the only one.

When the person you love is not around, lonely and lonely, the person you hate always lives in your heart and accompanies you.

Rivals, that's the kind of person they are.

And Senna is an orphan in this beautiful world, an orphan in the true sense of the word, and in every lonely moment, Brad is with him.

One last word, Senna wanted to say to Brad.

The silence on the deck, like a funeral, silently dissipated the hatred of the sailors for Senna.

This person, this man who has committed countless sins, is so fragile and pitiful at the moment.

His eyes, which should have been cold, revealed a certain moving brilliance, and in this brilliance, there was a little crystal, which were his tears.

Did he regret it? The answer to this question was unknown to him, he only knew that he was no longer a demon like Brad.

Anyway, now everything doesn't matter.

"Brad. He said in a low voice.

Brad frowned and pricked up his ears to hear how he was going to curse himself.

Only now do I know that the aristocratic knight competition that made me in the limelight back then actually destroyed a boy's dream, which was all that the boy had.

Although Brad himself later had an ill-fated situation and was no happier than Senna, he still felt a deep sense of guilt at this time.

Even though Senna went on a killing spree to frame him, he still couldn't raise his anger, on the contrary, he strangely hoped that Senna would survive.

Maybe it's because Senna's fate is similar to his.

He sympathized with Senna, more sympathized with himself, poor himself.

"Brad, I don't hate you anymore. ”

Senna's smile was more sincere than ever.

The slight voice touched everyone, as if they felt Senna's sorrow, the pores of his body opened, and a bitter thing surged in his heart.

A tear slipped down the deck from the corner of Senna's eye, blending with the pool of blood, and the blend of blood and tears made the onlookers also burst into tears, but as men, the sailors' tears were not flicked and held in their eyes.

"Why?"

Brad hesitated, hesitated, and finally took Senna's hand.

"Because you have done nothing wrong, you and I are actually the same people and share the same fate. Now that we're clear, I'm finally free. ”

Senna smiled with relief, and her dark blue eyes showed a small satisfaction.

Brad sensed that he was about to close his eyes, and he didn't know what emotion he had, and hurriedly said, "Hey, Senna, there's still something you haven't done." ”

"What's the matter?"

"You haven't defeated me yet!"

"I think I've won because I'm happy now and I'm looking at everything I was from more than 10 years ago. ”

"But you have to really defeat me once to have no regrets, don't you?"

As soon as the words fell, Brad was stunned for a moment, and a voice came out of his heart: What am I doing? Am I hoping to help him survive? Why?

The silence of the moment, Senna's smile, was still so sincere.

"No, I don't want to beat you at all now, because there's always someone stronger than me. If the goal of life is to fight, it is better to die. As he spoke, he glanced at the primitives.

[What excuse to say that I can't go to five watches today, I'm so sleepy and sleepy (;'⌒') I want to sleep after a hard day, and it's not good if I stay up late and get sick again, let's go to three watches today, and I will explode tomorrow, good night!] (To be continued.) )