The fight is still going on, and the viscous and rich smell of blood completely replaces the smell that should have been, and becomes the smell that everyone thinks should be saved. 【||If there is a fresh air coming in, I guess everyone will vomit. Because they have become accustomed to the smell and have completely fused themselves with the blood.

The blood is him, he is the blood.

Xiao Yuanchao, who was lying in the pile of dead people, stared at a living person who was crying and laughing for a while, this living person was covered in blood, his eyes were confused and confused, and he lost the color that a living person should have.

This is a madman, a madman driven mad by bloody fighting.

"Hahaha...... Hey, hey, hey......" The madman sat on the corpse, kept hammering his head and laughed and sang: "I am a little bird, little bird...... Little Bird...... Give me a glass of water...... Two tigers, two tigers ......"

Completely confused and illogical, this is a madman spurred on by death and blood.

And in fact war is the most capable of producing madmen, it can mass-produce madmen. Anyone who has participated in a brutal war and can survive by luck is absolutely not a normal person. To a greater or lesser extent, they will develop psychopathic tendencies, and their actions are unpredictable and difficult for normal people to accept.

This is mild, and the severe is the complete collapse of God in fear, insanity, and everything he sees is a reflection of fantasy or reality. When God is confused, logic is confused.

To put it simply, this is because of the fear of death that leads to a disorder of the gods that is basically difficult to cure.

Xiao Yuanchao looked at the madman pitifully, and slowly raised the Nepalese scimitar in his hand. He is still very merciful, and he is merciful to solve this madman with a knife and save him from his suffering.

"Hey, hey, woman! Woman! Hey, hey, hey......" The madman suddenly saw Xiao Yuanchao stabbing the woman in the heart, and immediately stood up dancing.

The madman's eyes were still confused, but they exuded the extreme scorching heat that only a beast would have during mating season. He dragged the woman's body out, drooling and ...... the woman's clothes No, to be exact, it should be the clothes of the female corpse that were stripped off, and they were not able to pick up an inch.

"Smack!"

The female corpse, which was still soft, was thrown into the blood by the madman, and the white corpse that could still be wrapped in clothes became dirty and hideous under the blood stain mixed with minced meat.

But the madman didn't care, he pulled out his pants like a male dog, put the woman's legs on his shoulders, and began to stir excitedly. While stirring, a strange sound came out of his throat.

The female corpse remained motionless, her eyes were unrefreshed, and she stared at Xiao Yuanchao with her head tilted. Dead staring, staring!

At this moment, Xiao Yuanchao seemed to see a thick resentment in the eyes of the female corpse, as if to say to him: I won't let you go even if I am a ghost!

Staring at the body of the female corpse that kept shaking because of the madman raping the corpse, Xiao Yuanchao suddenly felt extremely sick to his stomach. Not because I was frightened by the eyes of the female corpse, but because I was disgusting, really disgusting.

A woman whose chest was broken by herself, a living person who went mad because of death; A madman who raped a corpse, a female corpse who was raped. They were moving, moving one after the other, as if they were alive in good condition.

Yes, it's the kind of movement that makes me sick. The female corpse should have been lying quietly, and the madman should have kept saliva and sang, but now the madman and the female corpse have merged into one, making Xiao Yuanchao disgusted and disgusted!

Suddenly, the madman didn't move. He lay heavily on the body of the female corpse and let out a violent gasp, and his body even gave out a spasm of pleasure.

The female corpse was still staring at Xiao Yuanchao, and Xiao Yuanchao was still staring at the godless eyes of the female corpse.

Suddenly, Xiao Yuanchao had a feeling that the female corpse was begging him for help, crying and pleading with him. The female corpse wanted him to help, to help him get rid of the humiliation he would suffer after he died.

This lingering thought suddenly appeared in his mind, Xiao Yuanchao's breathing began to become rapid, and his right hand holding the scimitar began to tremble. He clearly heard a voice in his heart urging him: help her! Help her! Help her!

Can't help! Can't help!

Xiao Yuanchao gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the voice in his heart. He is now a dead corpse, the king of this pile of dead corpses, and if he helps, he will leak himself; If he helps, he may lose the status of the king of this area!

The female corpse seemed disappointed, and the blood splashing on her face flowed slowly and silently, mixing with the blood beneath her.

I don't know how long it took, but the female corpse finally stopped looking at Xiao Yuanchao. Her cheeks turned, and she was held by the madman.

The madman held the woman's cheeks in both hands, and his mouth made a murmuring sound, as if he was pouring out something. Then, the madman lay on the chest of the female corpse with a bloody mouth, found the cold nipple with his mouth, and kept crying: "Mom, I'm afraid, Mom, I'm afraid ......"

Screaming and screaming, the madman closed his eyes and sucked like a baby, intoxicated.

Xiao Yuanchao slowly stood up, walked to the madman and the female corpse with the Nepalese scimitar, took a deep breath, and raised the scimitar to the back of the madman's heart.

The madman didn't feel it at all, and he was still sucking the nipples of the female corpse hard, completely returning to the basics.

"Whoosh!"

The scimitar stabbed down suddenly, and Xiao Yuanchao finally had to help this female corpse.

But at this moment, he suddenly tripped over something under his feet, and his body immediately lost his balance. And the force of this trip was so great that it directly knocked him to the ground on his back.

"Bang!"

"Squeak!"

The moment he fell to the ground, the knife in his left shoulder went in a little more. The blade rubs against the bone, making a high-pitched, piercing sound.

The sharp pain struck, Xiao Yuanchao gritted his teeth and did not make any sound, and the scimitar in his right hand was immediately placed horizontally on his chest.

He clearly saw the madman stand up, spit out the nipples of the female corpse, and stood up, holding a belt in his hand, staring at him coldly.

At this moment, the confusion and confusion in the eyes of the madman disappeared without a trace, and some were just cold and vicious killing intent.

"Smack!"

The madman shook the belt wrapped around Xiao Yuanchao's right foot, and dragged Xiao Yuanchao to the ground and pulled him over.

As he dragged, Xiao Yuanchao clearly felt the handle behind his shoulder pressing against the ground, and under the action of force, he cut his wound even more.

"Uh-huh!!"

Xiao Yuanchao gritted his teeth and made a dull sound.

It hurts, it hurts; It hurt to the bone, and his hands and feet were uncontrollable, and he let out spasmodic tremors!