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Zhibei ran, waving his limbs like a beast. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The peace in his heart had been completely shattered, and the anger that broke out of the cage was like an evil dragon, instantly devouring reason and emotion, making him tremble involuntarily, and then, in this trembling of hatred, he instantly stepped into madness.

Dark blue electric snakes coiled in the thick clouds of the sky.

With the uninterrupted sighing thunder, the heavens and the earth wept sadly, leaving behind the continuous cold rain.

Zhibei ran wildly through the roaring forest, surrounded by the monotonous cacophony of the undead, the chatter of the undead, of the past and the present.

Salad, salad......

The sound of the irritable rain sounded again the irritating shrill cry of Bu Wait.

"Uhhhh The unequal body was lying on its back, and its mouth let out a cry of pain that was not like that of a human being, followed by a chaotic speech, "Impossible, impossible, this is impossible!" Weak lives should be under my control! Who told me that? In this world, only the greedy and forgetful can sing and drink drunk! This is the truth that yellow-haired children also know, ahhahahaha, who said that? That's what I said! It's me Fujiwara who said it!! Shouldn't you lowly beings live in misery? Ha ha! You fragile yellow flower, if you don't turn into dust, how can I spend my time enjoying it? Damn, shit, shit! I thought so much that I stole the hearts of the people in the world, but I ended up ruined! Is it my fault? No, no, no! You ants, are just fish and meat on the board, who gave you the guts to disobey the nobles, I am not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! Uhh Give me back my noble hand, you vulgar butcher!!! ”

Zhibei listened to the call mixed with the sound of the rain, what a crazy language! It seems to be full of thought-provoking meaning, but it seems to be nothing, and this exaggerated crazy talk confuses the listener. However, for Zhibei, all the words have become noise, a noise mixed with the sound of rain, no different from the noise of the radio.

It's just more infuriating!

That's right, that's right, that's right! Even though it was cold, the wind was heavy.

But Zhibei knew that the hot magma was already steaming his body, and seven times bitter tears had burned his eye membranes.

His anger made him fearless anymore, and all the beautiful sights that appeared in his eyes became dry wood for the fire.

"Ahh Shouting loudly, Zhibei was like a cheetah pounced on food, and rushed to the front of Bu Yi with an indomitable momentum.

Then, Zhibei used his fist and smashed it Bubi's face.

The bruest fist, the most primitive weapon, touched the rain, touched the air, and touched the flesh of the face.

The pace of running suddenly stopped, and Zhibei's fist squeezed into the hard bones.

In the raindrops that suddenly slowed down, Zhibei saw the face that had been beaten crooked, and the low wail that sounded from the leaky mouth. It was like a rag and fell to the ground, and rolled twice in the newly formed sludge, and then it was like a rag, and he collapsed in the muddy water.

Zhibei staggered a little to stop the trend of continuing to lean forward, and began to gasp heavily. This blow was like a heavy hammer, condensing all of Zhibei's strength, unleashing all his anger and calming him back from his madness. Without the uncontrollable anger, at this moment, there was only indifferent hatred left in his heart.

The rain seems to be getting heavier.

The rain ran down Zhibei's hair, slid through his eyes, and dripped to the ground. After the punch, his heart stirred up emotions that he couldn't understand, whether it was pity or ruthlessness, and the conflicting emotions made him a little distracted......

I could only watch and look at ......

The sound of drums echoing in my ears from my chest, and the hoarse wheezing, the sound of the rain became as if it were gone.

Zhibei looked at the man who buried his face in the mud. His right shoulder was left with a blackened blood hole, and his left arm was pitted as if it had been gnawed by a rat, and the man, soaking weakly in the mud, his body distorted into a strange arc.

In the misty curtain of rain, after the madness, this silent scene seemed bleak and sad.

Bubi had already loosened the slate in his hand, and the green slate lost its luster and fell into the filthy mud soup. Zhibei sighed and bent down to pick up the slate.

Then, he walked in front of Bubi and raised his foot, trying to trample it hard, but finally retracted his strength.

He sighed again, "Fujiwara is not waiting, did you expect this day?" When you begin to play with other people's lives in a smug and lofty manner, have you ever thought about the tragic end that is bound to come? You may have thought about it, and even feared it in your heart! Why, then, have you not had the slightest mercy? Hah! All beings seek profit, yes, the ancient times have passed, and interests have clouded the hearts of all beings, but they have never forgotten family affection, have not forgotten benevolence and righteousness, why are you as indifferent and ruthless as a pig and dog? ”

He didn't move as if he was dead, just silently immersed in muddy water.

Looking at this scene, Zhibei's tone became annoyed, "You speak!" You say! Don't you have a sharp tongue for telling right and wrong? Fujiwara doesn't wait, I know you're not dead, hehe! You scum is still alive in the world, but the good, innocent, beautiful flower-like soul is dead! Haha It's unfair! It's unfair! Do you regret it now? Are you scared now? So, let me tell you good news in the place of the blind God! I will not abuse you out of hatred, but I will give you a happy death. ”

"No, don't ......" a voice as small as a gossamer sounded, and the only remaining broken hand touched Zhibei's foot with its pale, puffy nails.

"Don't, please, don't kill me!" The voice suddenly became louder and sharper, and Bubi raised his head, revealing a face full of dirt, and eyes that were so cloudy that he had lost everything, "Please, please, my lord, my lord, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm guilty, I'm damned!" ”

The words that were as hurried as a cannon, with a heavy wheezing voice like a limit, sounded in Zhibei's ears.

"But, please, please don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me! I'm a worm, I'm a pig and a dog, you come to beat me, you come to abuse me, you come to vent your anger, please, don't kill me, uncle, master, you don't want to let Meihong lose her father! The whispered, eager words kept pleading.

Zhibei looked at the unequal face, there was no fear on it, there was just confusion of losing his mind.

Alas! Zhibei sighed heavily, no more than a sickly, undignified sentence kept repeating, in the roar of the rainstorm, it seemed thin and desolate.

"Please, please, spare me, spare me! I'll add shoes to you, I'll add shoes to you, Balabala Baraba ......" begged, not like licking Zhibei's shoes like a dog, "Please spare my life, please!" Balabala Balabala ......"

Looking at this scene, Zhibei suddenly didn't want to kill him. It is not because pity arises in the heart, but disgust arises in the heart, and how can such a lowly and crazy soul, a soul that has long since died, be used as a tribute to the noble soul? Unequal blood is not worthy to be sprinkled in front of the tomb of Song.

"Get out! ! ! ! ! ”

Shouting, venting, Zhibei kicked Bubi and flew not far away.

Without the slightest hesitation, he trembled and crawled in the mud in a panic, crawling with his only remaining broken hand, away from Zhibei.

Seeing that Bubi waited like a dog to climb into the bamboo forest, Zhibei turned around weakly and took a few steps in the torrential rain.

The disgust with himself, the powerlessness of his miserable fate, and all the ugliness he had seen, were like a gushing mire, and at this moment, at this moment, it erupted, filling his soul with the filth of darkness.

"Ahh He screamed like mad and slammed his fist into the stake beside him.

A sharp stinging pain suddenly reached the depths of his soul.

Watch the blood splatter and melt into the heavy rain.

Zhibei was stunned and felt more and more sad.

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