Taunts, words or actions that provoke others can be seen as provocations, which can cause the opponent to fight back more aggressively and frantically. This is a special way to insult and make him angry with his eyes!

Seeing Zhao Ziyang's eyes, the verdict was like someone had cut off his tail with a knife, the muscles on his face kept beating, his face changed hideously, and he looked extremely anxious. Because Zhao Ziyang mocked him, because Zhao Ziyang mocked him in this situation! How could he mock himself at this time? He should beg for mercy, he should cry and let himself spare his life.

Even if you don't cry and beg yourself, you should show fear. Even if you don't show fear, you have to panic. But none of these expressions were seen, and the only thing that was captured was mockery.

This taunt was like two sharp swords, piercing his fragile self-esteem fiercely, and instantly crushing it completely. He dreamed of crushing Zhao Ziyang under him and stepping under the soles of his feet. The verdict is a double stampede of the spirit and the body, not a simple physical stampede. Only by mentally stepping on Zhao Ziyang can he get a complete victory.

"Cry to me! Cry for me! The ruling let out a hoarse roar, rotated the saber in his left hand vigorously, and continued while stirring Zhao Ziyang's shoulder: "If you lose, you have to have the posture of losing, as long as you cry to me, I will spare your life!" ”

Zhao Ziyang hasn't collapsed yet, he is already about to collapse. Things shouldn't have gone this way, he, as a half-finished product, had managed to overwhelm the mother body and take control of the other's life. This is revolutionary, but also subversive, proving that he can kill the mother, proving that he is stronger than the mother.

But why isn't the other party afraid, begging for mercy, not afraid?

It was not the words that answered the ruling, but Zhao Ziyang's right hand. The right hand was clawed, and it was suddenly lifted up and grabbed his face, followed by Zhao Ziyang's complete burst of power.

"Wow!"

Zhao Ziyang, who suddenly broke out, pressed the head of the verdict into the muddy pool, and fell into the mud, so that the other party's mouth and nose were wrapped in mud, and when he pressed it to the end, he was stuck.

"Whoa! Crash! Crash! ……”

Suffocated, the judge frantically danced his hands and feet, struggling desperately. The sabers in both hands kept cutting Zhao Ziyang's body again and again, trying to get out of the predicament. It's a pity that Zhao Ziyang's palm is too powerful, no matter how many knives he cuts on the other party's body, he can't make the hand that is pressing his head loose for half a minute.

Blood continued to flow out of Zhao Ziyang's body, completely dyeing the small muddy puddle dark red. His eyes were fierce and bloodthirsty, and he endured the excruciating pain to maintain the only pressing movements.

One-minute, two-minute, three-minute......

The verdict's movements slowed down, and finally slowly fell, losing the last of its strength. At this time, Zhao Ziyang was covered with wounds, and his skin and flesh were rolling, which was shocking.

"Hoo ......"

Zhao Ziyang exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, slowly crawled out of the muddy puddle and walked into the bushes, using the rain on the bushes to clear his body. By the time he limped out, the wounds had come together and healed at a speed unimaginable to humans.

The verdict's head was still in the mud, and the body that leaked out was still in a posture of struggling to attack. It's a pity that it's useless, he needs a lot of tricks to kill Zhao Ziyang, but Zhao Ziyang only needs one move to kill him.

"Poor fellow, I finally know how inferior you really are." Zhao Ziyang looked at the corpse of the verdict, shook his head and said: "But I don't blame you, after all, I am the only one, and you are just a defective product." You let me hurt me just to kill you as quickly as possible, but it's a pity that I haven't asked yet, it's a pity......"

Zhao Ziyang squatted down, grabbed the verdict's right leg and pulled him out of the mud and dragged him to the grass next to him.

At this time, the ruling's mouth was full of mud, and his nostrils were all clogged with mud, and even his ear holes were full of mud. He's dead, standard brain dead. The verdict knows how to kill Zhao Ziyang, and of course Zhao Ziyang knows how to kill the verdict. Kill in the water, then kill in the mud will only be better.

In a short period of time, Zhao Ziyang cleaned up the clothes of the ruling, and easily tore off a soldier brand hanging on the other party's chest and looked at it carefully.

This is a normal Soldier card, the only difference from other Soldier cards is that it only has the main card, not the secondary card. As we all know, in countries that adopt the soldier card system, after the soldier dies, the collector will take down the secondary card and take it away, and then let the main card stay with the owner forever. This means that soldiers who only wear the main card are essentially dead because their second card is gone.

There is no unit or number on the soldier's card, let alone a unit, only a line of letters and a number: shadow-no. 3。

Ghost, No. 3.

After staring at the soldier card for a long time, Zhao Ziyang smiled at the corpse of the verdict: "Do you think that by killing me, you can become the only one?" No, you can't always be the only one, you're just number 3. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ziyang reached out and threw the soldier card into the muddy pool, raised his left foot and aimed at the head of the verdict and stepped on it fiercely.

"Smack!"

As if the sound of a watermelon bursting, the head wrapped in the mud instantly deflated, and the blood mixed with the brain burst out in all directions in a state of strong squeezing. His head was crushed, and when it was crushed, there was no hope of living.

Staring at the red all over the ground, Zhao Ziyang sat down dejectedly, lying on his back on the ground with his eyes looking at the sky through the gap in the dense forest, not knowing what he was thinking. There was probably a deep exhaustion in his eyes. He kills the verdict and kills Ghost 3. There is no such thing as being happy or unhappy, some are just tired. Because this is not the end at all, and what he wanted to ask about the verdict at that time had to do with it.

It would be nice if I could really calm down completely, standing at the window facing the sea with the spirit fox in my arms, watching my son and daughter with a stupid golden retriever wreaking havoc in the living room, and occasionally running to Alexandra to secretly have sex, how wonderful it would be.

It's a pity that this qiē is a dream, and it may not be possible to achieve it in this life.

This is the dream of the strong, this is the dream of the strong.

Normal people always want to stand on the highest place, but they never know what it means to be cold in a high place. They work hard to forge ahead, but when they really stand at the top, they want to return to the basics and pick up the simplest life again.

It's a pity that there is no turning back, because the footsteps of the strong can't be stopped, unless they die one day, they can be regarded as the final getaway, and it is completely relaxed!