Han Feiyu was a little distracted, and hurriedly restrained his emotions to prevent himself from doing something that was angry with people and gods.

Looking at the girl's burning gaze, he took a half step back and changed the subject.

Fortunately, he still has a topic that can be diverted, otherwise the atmosphere will be so embarrassing that he will run away.

How can we see each other in the future!

Why won't I see it in the future!

He settled down and asked, "That's... Do you know about the War of the Gods?"

This is an obvious nonsense, the girl in front of her is a sophomore senior sister, and she is an 'old qualification'.

Tang Rou nodded and said, "I know." ”

"That'...... Will you participate?"

Tang Rou nodded and said, "The reason why this year's battle of the gods hasn't started is largely because I haven't come to school yet. ”

Han Feiyu was stunned for a moment, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

Sure enough, the girl in front of her was a pivotal person.

This means that she has also killed people.

More than one.

"But... Isn't that going to be dead?"

It's not nonsense, it's stupid.

Tang Rou was a little stunned by this sentence, frowned and asked, "Who told you that people will die in the battle of the gods?"

Han Feiyu was a little flustered by Tang Rou's expression: "Bluff... The teacher told me. ”

I wanted to call myself by name, but at the last moment I decided to be respectful.

Tang Rou rolled her eyes disdainfully, and said angrily, "Fake." ”

But the steel-forged Barrett wasn't fake, and the ice released by Cathy...... That's all a way to kill people!

He asked this kind of doubt, but what he didn't expect to get was Tang Rou's more disdainful eyes.

Han Feiyu felt that his IQ was more than a notch lower.

"The Temple of the Earth Spirit and the Student Council have dominated the leadership of the Kulizar students since the founding of the school, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are rivals after a long period of competition. ”

The affection between old enemies may far outweigh the hostility.

Although it is a life-and-death battle, they have no regrets about life or death.

Just like Yan Nanfei and Fu Hongxue.

It's also like Ximen blowing snow and Ye Gucheng.

Han Feiyu failed to comprehend the true meaning of 'old enemy' in Tang Rou's words, and said with a frown: "Even if it is an old enemy, it doesn't have to be divided into life and death. ”

Tang Rou gave him a roll of his eyes again: "There will be no death, and it is impossible for the academy to allow so many young people with great potential to kill each other." ”

"Does that mean the War of the Gods won't feature those extremely lethal heavy weapons?"

"Idiot? The original intention of the battle of the gods was to test the combat ability of the students, how to judge the true level of the students without using lethal weapons, Kulizar, has always been violent. ”

"Isn't that a contradiction?"

......

There were clouds drifting by, blocking the sunlight from the sky, and Tang Rou's pale face was blocked by the cloud shadow.

She pulled a gun out of her bosom.

Raging Bull, a Brazilian-made revolver, has an incredible kinetic energy of 4,000 joules, and even if it is not modified by the neuropathy of the equipment department, it can easily explode anything that dares to stand in the way of the trajectory.

In front of it, both bulls and rhinoceros can only lower their heads and tremble!

"Han Feiyu, will you be my boyfriend?"

Han Feiyu was startled, thinking to himself what he was doing Wasn't he still discussing the battle of the gods just now?

I really can't keep up with this girl's rhythm.

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole, he involuntarily took two steps back.

He couldn't make out what it was, but the muzzle of the gun must have been uncomfortable.

It would be nice to not have a gun in your body.

"Sister Rou...... It's not appropriate......"

Tang Rou stared at him, her face like ice.

One second angel, one second devil.

She pointed the muzzle of her gun at Han Feiyu's head, and then turned the muzzle of the gun to point at herself.

"Shall I hit you...... If you don't hit me, you can choose one......"

Han Feiyu felt that his legs and stomach were cramping, and he was in pain, cold sweat was running through his back, and it was unbearable to itch.

His mouth was bitter, like bile was flowing backwards into his mouth, and the disgusting sensation made him want to vomit.

For the first time in my life, feelings of regret arose.

He should have run away, after Tang Rou said that joke.

With a sad face, he said, "Can you choose both...... I don't want to die in a place like this...... There's so much more I haven't felt yet......"

Tang Rou understood what he meant, and turned the gun on herself.

Han Feiyu was startled, rushed forward in three steps, and covered the black muzzle with his right hand.

Tang Rou smiled in her heart, thinking that if the bullet in the gun was not a specialty, let alone one of your palms, even if I folded you in half like paper eight times, it wouldn't stop the bullet from hitting me.

"That's not what I meant...... You're so beautiful, you're sure to be liked by a lot of people...... You don't have to look at me alone...... I'm actually terrible, homely, lazy, stupid, there's really nothing to praise it......"

Tang Rou looked at him quietly.

He stubbornly continued: "And...... You said you were just joking......"

Joke?

Tang Rou thought mockingly.

How much truth in this world is covered up by the word "joke", and how many jokes are dressed in real clothes.

But she smiled, very satisfied with Han Feiyu's behavior of covering the muzzle of the gun with her hand.

The sound of gunfire in the rising sun was deafening.

A brilliant red bloomed from the wound, and Han Feiyu closed his eyes in despair as he watched the red liquid, thinking that he would lose the ability to decompress with his right hand from now on.

But why doesn't it hurt? Could it be that the bullet is passing through the palm of the hand so fast that the neurotransmitters haven't had time to reach the center of the brain?

Or did the processor latent in the center of the brain die in the face of sudden damage?

His eyes opened a slit, and Han Feiyu looked at his right hand tremblingly.

Intact.

His eyes widened as he looked at the red liquid on his hands.

It smells of blood, but it's not blood.

"This is the reason why the War of the Gods can be approved by the Academy, and the violent organization dressed up in the appearance of the Academy still has some elements of the Academy after all, how can it be possible for the students to die at each other's hands? ”

I'll go?

Han Feiyu's face was hot, and he thought about his performance just now.

Today, this person can be thrown to grandma's house.

"This is Siddhartha, a special bullet for the Battle of the Gods made by the Ministry of Mechanics, and the warhead is equipped with a miniature sensing device, and once the bullet enters the skin, the tarttongue red contained in the bullet will explode, creating a bleeding scene. ”

Tang Rou paused, and the corners of her mouth suddenly raised a wicked smile: "Of course, dragon tongue red has a strong hypnotic effect on any Holy Spirit bloodline, used to create a scene of death. ”

"Hypnosis?" Han Feiyu thought about the meaning of this word, and then looked down at his red palm, and the sky swirled in front of him, and he fell down like that.

Damn it...... I was cheated by a girl!

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