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A sharp and swift wind slammed down on Gordon's cheeks.

Gordon's fist turned into a palm, changed direction abruptly, slapped the wall of the cave, and jumped up with strength, just in the middle of the rot and the baby.

The rotting hedgehog raised its hooves and raised its head, and the single horn slammed into Gordon's lower abdomen. The infant poked its claws from above and dug into the heart of Gordon's head.

Gordon shrunk his back with his chest, and grabbed the baby's arms and claws with his backhand, the claws and fingers were tightly interlocked, and the sharp claw tips were deeply embedded in his palms, and the blood flowed. Almost at the same time, Gordon turned sideways and turned, and the baby was forced to spin with him. The positions of the two sides changed to each other, becoming Gordon on top and Infant on the bottom, just hitting the single horn of the rotting hedgehog.

The baby screamed and struggled as hard as he could, and the three-foot-long sharp horn penetrated the baby's back and thrust into Gordon's ribs. Gordon endured the pain, his body dangling from a single horn, his legs kicked out in a row, and his eyes were rotten in the middle.

The big eyeballs of the copper bell "poof" and shattered, and the juice splashed everywhere. The rot hedgehog jumped high in pain and howled violently, and Gordon and the baby were thrown out of the way, hitting the wall of the cave, and both of them tumbling to the ground. The baby was still not dead, and when he bit it, Gordon held the baby down and pressed it against the edges and corners of the rock. The baby clawed desperately, its claws tearing at Gordon's back.

The blind rot rampant, stepping on a scuffling ball of Gordon and the baby. Gordon let go of the baby and rolled outward. "Bang bang!" The iron hooves of the rotting hedgehog trampled from his side, and the rubble and blood flew fiercely.

Gordon slammed his elbow and struck the crook of the rotten hedgehog's leg, and the rotten hedgehog staggered to its knees. In the next moment, Gordon's palm was inserted into the soft anus of the rot, and it was pulled out along with the intestines. Without waiting for the rot to fight back, the intestines have been shaken into a rope by Gordon, which is wrapped around the neck of the rotten hedgehog, crossed and wound, and tangled in knots.

The baby sprang out from the side and bit Gordon's shoulder, but Gordon ignored it and tightened the bowel knot. The rot hedgehog couldn't stop roaring and pounced wildly, but the intestinal knots became more and more entangled. Gordon let go of his intestines and jerked his knees against the baby, but the baby bit him and wouldn't let go, and the molars pierced the muscles and plunged straight into the shoulder bone. Gordon punched the baby in the face, and the baby bit harder. Gordon suddenly pressed on, opened his mouth, and bit down on the baby's throat.

The two sides kept tumbling and biting each other hard, and the hot and humid beast blood flowed into Gordon's throat little by little, and his mouth was full of rough and hard hair. On the other side, the roar of the rotting hedgehog gradually weakened, and its body shook for a moment, and slowly fell down.

Immediately after, a ferocious beast rushed into the cave. Gordon tried to push the baby away, but the other party bit too hard, and could only watch the beast pounce.

The white light flashed, and a short knife shot out, sinking into the beast's forehead. Freckles staggered over, pulled out a short knife, and stabbed the baby's head.

Gordon kicked away the infantile corpse, and the soon-to-be-screaming Gundalini retracted his palm and retreated into the cave wheel. Exhausted, he leaned against the cave wall and looked at the freckles: "Why? ”

Freckles understood what Gordon wanted to ask, why didn't he let the beast kill him to prevent future troubles?

But Freckles himself doesn't know why. He wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, turned his head, and looked down through the hole. The beasts are so dense that they are desperately numerous.

"Why?" Freckles slashed out with a flash of flames, and the fierce beast that had just crawled into the cave splattered blood from its throat and fell with a cry of sorrow. "Why do you keep killing? Aren't you tired and afraid? He hissed as Gordon asked, his arm spasming and barely holding the hilt.

"Only by keeping killing can I not get tired and not be afraid." Gordon was silent for a moment, then grabbed a pounced plesiocat, twisted his backarm, and freckled his hand slashed and slashed open the plestocat's abdomen. Both of them were weak and crumbling, but they cooperated skillfully and smoothly when they attacked, and they solved a fierce beast in an instant.

"I envy you." Freckles hung their heads.

The beast broke in again, and Gordon slammed it on the shoulder, causing it to lose its balance, finch \u65

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91 Half knelt on the ground, sealed his throat with a knife, and the claws of the beast tore the blood on the two of them at the same time...... Sometimes they separated, sometimes they struck together, and the more delicate they cooperated, but their limbs became more and more stiff.

"Breaking through the pole...... Is it really that important to you? Freckles fell to the ground, panting for breath, and the dagger was thrust into the writhing python beside him.

"No, I just like the thrill of fighting."

"You shit!"

"What about you, is the gem flower really that important?" Gordon tried his best to hold the python's neck, blood dripping from between his fingers, "Why do you desperately keep the gem flower when you know you can't keep it?" You're not for Atay them, it's just an excuse, you just want to die! ”

Freckles' expression changed suddenly: "Fart, how can I be stupid enough to seek death?" Ancestral ......"

"The ancestors are too heavy, and you are too tired."

"No, you nonsense! I'm not, I have the bravest and noblest blood in the world, and I'm not afraid......" Freckles drew his knife and roared, frantically stabbing the python again and again, and the flesh and blood were splashed all over his face.

Gordon looked at him quietly, and the freckles suddenly stopped, as if all his strength had been drained, and a miserable smile appeared on his face: "Yes, I am a useless coward." At this moment, he really wanted to drop the knife and cry bitterly, so he wanted to leave a qiē and escape. There are no strange teeth, no undercover agents, he just wants to live a simple and happy life.

"Cowards are not good, nor are they bad." Gordon saw the freckles' surprised eyes and said lightly, "This is you." Run away if you want, Freckles, but not now, you're going to stay with me through the pole. ”

Freckles was stunned: "Can you still hold on?" ”

"Of course." Gordon replied, "What about you? ”

The roar of the beast swallowed up Freckles' answer, and they didn't even have time to speak. Whether it was Gordon or freckles, he gradually became dizzy and bruised all over his body, and he could only shoot by feeling. The beasts came in like endless waves of rage, fell, struggled in them, drowned and floated. Every punch and every knife was as hard as it could be, pulling at the wound and bringing heavy and exhausting pain.

In the midst of the confusion, Gordon saw a swamp ape pounce on him. He elbowed himself against the rock wall and went down

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Consciously stretching out his feet, flicking and hooking, the marsh ape fell head-on to him.

In an instant, Gordon entered a peculiar state, and the whole person seemed to be divided into two completely different parts: half as still as an ice pool, the frightened face of the marsh ape, the shrunken claws, and the short knife raised by the freckles were clearly reflected one by one, as if time had stopped, still in the picture of his mind. The other half moved like a fire slurry, and the dormant breath technique suddenly boiled and poured out of the body, communicating a distant and mysterious space.

At this moment, Freckles heard an urgent call from outside. On the river beach in the distance, three figures swept towards the cliff, like a sharp triangular blade piercing the beasts.

"Little finch, little finch, are you up there?" The saffron screamed as the flute blade flew and jumped up and down. Tricy was on the right, shaking her hand and letting out a cold glow. Directly in front of the two, Atai's mace set off a violent wind and waves, unstoppable.

Freckles stared at them in a daze, trembling as she raised her dagger.

With only himself, he may not be able to hold on.

But now-

"Of course." He cried out in his heart, "Of course! ”