York crawled up to me, he fell harder than any of us, and he still had blood from the corners of his mouth. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info he gestured and asked me if I had any questions.

I smiled and nodded

"I can't die yet."

He nodded too. The white bird also crawled to me. Almost none of us can stand up, we need to rest.

"What are you doing here?" I say.

"Even if we die, we will die a bunch ah, and when we get there, we can meet someone who can speak Chinese, hey, if we all die here, will someone collect the corpse for us?" He asked.

I didn't answer him.

"It seems destined to be a lonely ghost," he replied himself.

"Don't be so pessimistic, man, okay, after so much, we haven't died yet, and we won't die now, don't you have a saying in China that good people have their own blessings" Lao Hei's voice declined.

Shiratori then said, "Are you a good person?" ”

I said coldly next to me, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

We were all leaning against the cave wall, like dying people. I squinted as the two monsters fought endlessly, whether they were flyers or lizardmen, and whoever won the battle would end up with their belly.

The Flyer was still downwind, and the lizardman was tugging at the Flyer's arm and throwing it around. Like a flying windmill. The Flyer clung to the stone on the cave wall, but was dragged down by the lizardman and slammed to the ground.

The flyer screamed and screamed on the ground, loud and harsh.

"Looks like the Devil Flyer is going to be defeated," I said.

The Flyer lay on the ground for a moment before opening his arms to fly, but the lizardman quickly grabbed its feet. Fell to the ground again. The Flyer is defeated, and it tries to escape, but it can't escape the lizardman's palm.

The lizardman grabs the arm of the flyer, and it seems that it wants to break the arm of the flyer, and there is nothing more enjoyable for a victor than torturing his opponent.

York suddenly stood up from my side.

"York, what are you going to do?" I called.

He smiled back. York jumped over, the knife was still in his hand, and he slashed the lizardman's hand from the lizardman's back that grabbed the flyer's arm, and the lizardman let go of his hand, so the lizardman didn't succeed, he didn't break the flyer's arm.

"York," we all shouted York's name in unison, and he was in danger. The lizardmen stared at York angrily, their eyes filled with hatred and murder. York turned and ran, picking up the knife as soon as he could. Relatively speaking, York still ran faster than the average person, but he didn't run a few steps before he was caught by the lizardman, who grabbed York's hair and pulled it back, it was like grabbing York's clothes, but York was not wearing clothes, so the catch missed.

York quickly got up from the ground, and he jumped over and put his arms around the lizardman's neck. His hands were firmly wrapped around the lizardman's neck.

We watched in horror, and York's bravery was far beyond my imagination.

I don't understand why he helped the Devil Flyer.

When the lizardman broke York's hand and went to break the other, York's other hand grabbed the lizardman's neck again, and he strangled the lizardman's neck with all his strength. York, like a plaster that can't be torn off, clings to the lizardman's back.

The lizardman swayed to get rid of York, but it didn't get rid of York, so he desperately slammed his back into the cave wall, trying to knock York down.

With the lizardman strangled by York's neck, its breathing began to get a little tired. It kept hitting the walls of the cave.

"Go and help." I stood up against the wall of the cave and saw the knife falling to the ground in the distance. I quickly ran over, picked up the knife, and ran towards the lizardman, and when he wasn't looking, I stabbed him in the head, black blood spraying all over my face like ink.

The lizardmen scrambled and then stopped moving. York was still lying on the ground with the lizardman's corpse clinging to it.

"It's dead, you can let go, feed York, York" I called him a few times, and he still didn't move.

"York" I broke York's hand from the lizardman's hand, and his eyes were wide open, and blood was coming from his nose and mouth. His hands and feet were stiff like a puppet.

"York, York" I patted his face with my hand, but he didn't react at all.

"Speak York, York," I called York's name with much sadness, but he lay motionless in my arms. Lao Hei and the others heard my cry and came over.

Shiratori touched York's heart with his hand and silently said "York's gone, hero"

We were all grieved, and I forgot if I had shed tears, but then Shiratori said that I had shed a lot of tears. "We buried him" Shiratori was also sad, and there was no one who was not sad that one of us had lost a hero.

I nodded.

The Devil Flyer lying on the ground regained its strength, and suddenly it flew up with open arms, and he hovered in the air, exhaling a shrill cry, and we all knew he was playing York's idea, which was a good lunch for him.

"A beast is a beast, if you dare to come down, I will fight with you," the white bird shouted as he flew in the air. "Holy," the old black shouted.

The Devil Flyer really went down, we were no match for him, he flicked his arms and tossed us aside, claws with York's corpse and flew out, and we watched as Flying took York away.

We were all silent with each other, and we couldn't even save a single corpse, so I suddenly felt that my rhetoric to defend my country was just bragging. "The gates of hell really live up to its name," Shiratori said to himself.

The cave was a mess. The man-eating tree has been broken by lizardmen and flyers. Only the eggs were still sitting there intact.