"Fang Yu, why are you doing this?" Lin Qingxue hid her face and cried, but the cry was like a small pebble thrown into the sea in this chaos, and it was not alarmed.

"Fang Yu, everything you did today will make you pay," Li Zepeng's voice was clear, even though he knew that he was facing Fang Yu, who had lost his mind and beast, his words were still full of confidence.

"Whew," the blood of dozens of people splashed in the air, and the freeze frame became a poignant and gorgeous picture.

Dozens of soldiers armed with submachine guns entered the venue, and the sound of bullets suddenly rang out like a torrential rain, but those bullets couldn't even penetrate Fang Yu's skin, the layer of flames outside Fang Yu's body almost blocked all damage for Fang Yu, and when the bullets passed through the flames, they would be accompanied by an unpleasant crackling sound and burst into a pile of powder.

"Stranger," the soldier at the head looked serious, he knew that this beast-like person in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person, he must be the legendary Stranger.

The chaos in the field is still there, and Fang Yu's massacre is still going on, and the luxurious Lido Hotel has now become a place where life has fallen.

"You can't escape," a cold smile crossed the corner of Li Zepeng's mouth, and in the midst of this chaos, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Black Spin mercenaries, I decided to hire you for a period of one year, and now there is a strange person who has appeared at the Lido Hotel and threatened my life, this abnormal person seems to be able to control the flames, and can also turn himself into a beast-like form, bring me enough people, come within five minutes. ”

There was no reply on the other end of the phone, but Li Zepeng didn't care at all and hung up the phone directly.

"Fang Yu, I will let you die without a place to be buried," Li Zepeng sneered, his body standing straight, one hand, and pulling Lin Qingxue who was paralyzed on the ground.

"Kill, kill everything in front of you," crazy thoughts filled Fang Yu's mind, now Fang Yu was not a person, but a beast.

"Plop," Fang Yu pounced towards a soldier with a submachine gun, the soldier fled in a hurry, but how could he pass Fang Yu quickly, like the sound of cutting white paper with a knife, the soldier was shocked to find that he could already see the internal organs in his chest, the heart that kept beating.

"I don't want to die," was his last thought, although he was a soldier, but who wanted to die?

He became the personal bodyguard of the Li family so that he did not have the opportunity to go to the battlefield, on the battlefield, the probability of death was as high as ninety percent, he still has an eighty-year-old mother and a long-awaited wife and children at home, his daughter is already going to high school, without him, what about his daughter's tuition?

"This is the address of my home, I hope you can take care of my daughter," his eyes were glazed, and he only held an address in his hand, which was the address he had written a long time ago, that is, in order to be able to hand over his family to his comrades who shared life and death at the last moment of death, and now he was about to die, and in the hallucination he thought that he was on the battlefield, and the person in front of him was his teammate.

"What have I done?" The sharp claws on Fang Yu's hands retracted into his arms, as if they had never appeared, the flames on his body gradually faded, Fang Yu's body was no longer on all fours, his hands left the ground, and he took the small note.

"I'm sorry," the small note clearly wrote an address, Fang Yu slowly closed his eyes, he had done all this too wrong.

A bullet accurately hit Fang Yu's body, without the protection of that layer of flames, a blood hole appeared in Fang Yu's body in an instant, and at the same time, Fang Yu's body was directly knocked away by the powerful force of the bullet a meter away.

"It turns out that your energy has been exhausted," Li Zepeng sneered, and now Fang Yu is fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

"Don't panic, everyone, this supernatural person's ability has dried up, and now he is not even as good as an ordinary person, what did he just do to everyone. Now, everyone can return it in the slightest, and we are all in legitimate defense," Li Zepeng's words were like pouring a can of gasoline into a flame that was about to be extinguished, and those who fled in a hurry stopped their steps and looked at Fang Yu on the ground.

"Fang Yu, you have been fighting with me, but you can't win against me," Li Zepeng walked in front of Fang Yu, Fang Yu tried to support his body, trying to get up, but there was a bullet in his body, Li Zepeng bent down and looked at Fang Yu condescendingly.

I did something wrong, Fang Yu only had this thought in his heart, he really did something wrong, he personally cut off the lives of dozens of people, and those fresh lives died on his own hands.

Regret, there is a word called regret, Fang Yu now understands the meaning of this word, if Fang Yu can do it all over again, he will definitely not use this method, he wants to tell Lin Qingxue, I wish you happiness.

Fang Yu didn't speak, he was defeated, but not in Li Zepeng's hands, he was defeated in his own hands, but he was still defeated after all.

There was another burst of gunfire, someone took a gun from the soldier's hand, and Fang Yu's thighs and arms were blurred with flesh and blood.

What does it feel like for a bullet to hit his body, it is a pain that is ten thousand times more painful than pricking with a needle, Fang Yu gritted his teeth and did not snort.

"You can see that the current supernatural person no longer has any strength, think about it, many of your relatives have died at his hands, what do you need to do?" Li Zepeng's voice was loud and appealing, those men no longer had the elegance of the past, and directly picked up the stool and hit Fang Yu fiercely, while those noble ladies picked up the boiling soup on the dining table and threw it towards Fang Yu.

Fang Yu opened his eyes slightly, now Fang Yu couldn't feel any pain, he saw faintly that Lin Qingxue was crying behind the crowd.

Fang Yu no longer resented Lin Qingxue for why he didn't stop these people, a hot current rose in Fang Yu's heart, perhaps, this is the return to the light before death, Fang Yu was so drenched by the juice that he almost couldn't open his eyes, those hot soup was surging on Fang Yu's face, and those sharp stools beckoned back and forth on Fang Yu's body.

"You don't need it, we have already solved it ourselves, but I will still pay the commission as usual," Li Zepeng broadcast the phone call just now, still, no one replied, Li Zepeng hung up the phone.

"Don't cry," Li Zepeng came to Lin Qingxue's side, "All this today is his own fault, for this kind of person, we can't be pitiful, this is retribution," Li Zepeng sighed.

"Perhaps, in the next life, I will meet a girl who loves me," Fang Yu's consciousness was in a trance, he remembered that his parents must be waiting for him to return home, and he no longer had any strength.

"Unexpectedly, I have the power beyond ordinary people, but it is this power that has buried me, and my fate is ......" Fang Yu closed his eyes, waiting for the last trace of thought to disappear.

"Get the fuck out of here," a thunderous voice rang out in the air, the anger in that voice, and the disbelief in it.

At this time, Fang Yu's consciousness had completely disappeared, but the Shura heart in his chest was still beating.

"He's dead," Li Zepeng was not afraid at all, he pushed everyone away, saw Fang Yu, who had lost his breath, and said loudly to the sky.

"Idiot," a voice came from the revolving door, and a slightly old body appeared in front of everyone.

"Headmaster," Lin Qingxue recognized at a glance, this was the principal of Haitian City No. 1 Middle School, why did he come here?

"I'm going to take him away," the headmaster said softly, and the crowd naturally made way for the headmaster, at this time, the headmaster, without saying a word, his face was gloomy and almost dripping, and on his face, there was a deep hidden self-blame and guilt, as well as sadness.

"He's dead now," Li Zepeng didn't let in at all, and said loudly.

"Yes, he's dead, he's paid for what he's done," the headmaster suddenly changed from that kind of old man in the twilight to an angry lion, "he's my student, I'm going to take him away, you dare to stop him?"

The moment Li Zepeng and the principal looked at each other, his entire mind was almost taken away by the principal, and if you want to describe it, it means that the soul has left the body.

The principal walked up to Fang Yu, bent down, and gently closed Fang Yu's eyes.

He picked up Fang Yu like an old man holding his grandson, and his grandson was just asleep.

His steps were slow, but he soon disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and he left a back, in the bright sunshine, an old man, holding a child in his arms, the child's body was already mutilated, but there were still traces of blood on the childish face.

However, what everyone didn't know was that in Fang Yu's heart, there was one that had stopped beating, but there was another one, it continued to beat, every time it beat, it was strong and powerful, like the grass that was trying to break through the ground, this was the heart of Shura, the heart of Shura that Fang Yu had.

Two days later, in the midst of the fantasy world, the Headmaster reached out and a cylindrical object wrapped in a white sheet appeared in front of him.

"Child, your talent is very good, originally you could be my disciple, you can walk unhindered in the real world, and you can still be uninhibited in the fantasy world, but you have chosen another path, the path you have opened up yourself, after all, it is a little difficult to walk, you can rest here, this is the illusion world, because you are a stranger, therefore, you can stay here," the principal picked up a shovel, surrounded by lush flowers, many flowers could not be named, in the midst of the flowers and plants, a human-shaped hole placed a young corpse.

The headmaster left, but he didn't know that Fang Yu had two hearts in his chest, and Shura's heart still hadn't stopped beating, and if the headmaster had put his ears on the ground now, he would have heard the ups and downs of the rules.

"Am I dead?" Fang Yu's face was chaos, no one knew what it would be like to be dead, because a dead person would not speak.

"It turns out that people are dead like this," there was chaos in front of him, Fang Yu also relaxed, there was no time here, there was no space, Fang Yu felt that he didn't even have to breathe, could it be that it was his own soul now?

Fang Yu tried to run his fingers through his body, and sure enough, his fingers didn't touch any obstacles at all, and they easily passed through his body.

Fang Yu was now as if he was in outer space, he could go wherever he wanted, his body was like a cloud floating in the sky, he could do whatever he wanted.

"This is flying," Fang Yu enjoyed the feeling of flying, in this illusory world, Fang Yu was like a small grass floating in the wind, without support, dandelion seeds, wherever they fell, they would take root and sprout.

Fang Yu tried to control the power, but found that there was not a trace of power in his body now, too, his own strength completely came from the heart of Shura, now he was in the state of the soul, there was no heart of Shura at all, what about power.

In this way, Fang Yu seemed to have spent a long time in this void world, and it seemed to be just a moment, here was that gray color, like the oppressed sky before the rain, in this very long, or very short time, Fang Yu's love for Lin Qingxue was finally diluted.

It is said that time is the greatest natural enemy of love, this sentence is not false at all, now, even if Lin Qingxue stands in front of Fang Yu, Fang Yu's heart will not be angry too much.

Fang Yu now misses the days of his previous school, those days that he didn't like or hate.

In the loneliness of this person, Fang Yu was almost about to go crazy, Fang Yu remembered a book, it seemed that it was who was crusoe, the time was too long, and he couldn't remember it clearly, he remembered that it was also written that a person was stranded on a desert island, but he at least had a wild man with him, even if the wild man couldn't speak, but it was also a person, at least, he was much luckier than himself.

Fang Yu could only speak to himself, playing rock-paper-scissors by himself, with scissors in his left hand and rocks in his right hand.

The days went on day after day, without the sun, without the stars, without the moon, without the concept of time, and in this endless gray world, the only thing left was the loneliness that never stopped.

"The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, the shower is at the beginning of the break, the capital tent is disorderly, the nostalgia is place, the blue boat is urging, holding hands and looking at the tears, I am speechless and choking, I want to go, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide, where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon, there are thousands of styles, and who to say," Fang Yu recited this poem aloud, this is Liu Yong's word, it is Fang Yu's favorite poem.

In the nostalgia, Lan Zhou urged, Fang Yu chanted this sentence repeatedly, in this endless time and space, this poem Fang Yu has already memorized it in his mind, and he can change the wind and clouds at any time and space, this has become Fang Yu's last reliance.

There was no echo, like a bottomless pit, Fang Yu couldn't even hear his own echo, loneliness, boundless loneliness.

"When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the West Building," Fang Yu forgot where this sentence came from, it seemed to be Li or something, anyway, Fang Yu also liked this sentence, the moon was full in the West Building, for some reason, in this lonely space, Fang Yu actually had an urge to cry.

When the word goose returned, the moon was full in the West Building, Fang Yu's eyes were red, but the soul had no tears, and in the same way, the soul had no smile, Fang Yu, wanted to cry, couldn't cry, wanted to laugh, couldn't laugh either.

"If you really want to stay here for countless centuries, then you might as well let yourself die completely," Fang Yu said silently, he could speak louder, because no one here could hear his voice.

Fang Yu was not mentally ill, but now Fang Yu was not far from a mental breakdown, a soul also had the thinking of a normal person, and finally one day, Fang Yu saw a Fang Yu in front of him who was exactly the same as himself.

"Who are you?" Fang Yu asked, he looked at this person very familiarly, like a person he used to see every day.

"I am yourself, you are Fang Yu, and I am also Fang Yu," the man opposite smiled, his face was sunny, brilliant, and hopeful.

"Are you me, I am you, then who are you, who am I?" Fang Yu was puzzled, he touched his face, but found that he couldn't touch his face at all, he wanted to touch the face of the person opposite, but found that he couldn't touch it either.

"I am your broken heart," the other Fang Yu replied, "I know everything about you, I understand your inferiority, I know your pride, I know what you want. Also, you can't get it. ”

"What do I want, what do I want?" Fang Yu muttered and asked, what do I want, but what is it, I can't get it, I am a stranger, an invincible powerhouse in the world, even if a hundred ordinary people can kill them by turning their fingertips in front of me, ordinary people, what is an ordinary person, a stranger, I am a stranger, why am I an abnormal, and what is a stranger?

Fang Yu kept asking, his words were already a little fluency, and he obviously began to stutter, after so many years of talking to himself, Fang Yu's language function was about to be lost.

The other Fang Yu looked at him with a smile on his face, and there was a warm power in his smile.

"Really, I have a name, my name is Fang Yu," Fang Yu shouted like a child, he finally had a name, his name was Fang Yu, Fang Yu, hey, what was his name.

"Your name is Fang Yu, Fang Zheng, Arrow Feather," that warm voice sounded in Fang Yu's ears again, Fang Yu was like a child, listening to the most authentic call from the heart.

Fang Yu finally had someone to talk to, Fang Yu didn't stop chatting with him for a minute, and that person, who was not annoyed or annoyed, seriously answered Fang Yu's every question that was similar to an idiot