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Even in the city center, it's as quiet as a dead city at this time, with the occasional two cars whistling through the streets with their headlights on, leaving behind the petals and fallen leaves swept by the wind.

But there will always be something opposite in the world, and after the center of the city has gradually quieted down, the edge of the city seems to have changed, as if it suddenly came to life.

All kinds of gray industries, under this beautiful moonlight, slowly opened their eyes.

Shi Mingsong sat in the car, yawning boredly, the mobile phone was still on the side and had long been out of battery, and after hesitating for a long time, he took out a pack of cigarettes from the mezzanine on the car, lit it and smoked slowly. After staying in this kind of place for a long time, those bad things that I didn't want to learn slowly and involuntarily learned.

He didn't know what time it was, it was dark around the car, only the lights were still on at a KTV next to him, but the reputation didn't mean to take a look at it at all. Because he knows that there are no beautiful princesses in that KTV at the moment, there are no young people who show beautiful girls to attack them, and there are no addicts who shake their heads.

Those people, it is estimated that there are no scum left long ago now, Shi Mingsong thought so, and couldn't help yawning.

Wu Yu has been in for a long time, at the beginning, he could still hear the screams from the KTV, but at this moment, he couldn't even hear the screams, he didn't want to know what Wu Yu was doing inside, and he didn't want to know what the latter was like, because this was something that was said in advance, since it had been said, then he naturally didn't go back to go against what he said.

"Damn, are you dead?" Shi Mingsong frowned, time is indeed a little difficult to pass, he rarely smokes so much, even when he is upset, he is only two at most, and now this is the sixth in his hand, his head is a little dizzy, and his body is obviously a little unbearable for too much nicotine.

The stars in the sky are very beautiful, Hongcheng is one of the few cities that hardly develops industry, and in the suburbs here you can see the large green wheat fields written in the novel, and the wind blows like ocean waves, one after another, without any pause.

God knows how long he waited, Shi Mingsong felt that he was about to fade out of a bird. Finally, at the bright door, a black figure finally appeared, still carrying a sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was very close to the ground, and it could be clearly seen that on the tip of the sword, a red blood slowly flowed down.

"Done?" Shi Mingsong saw Wu Yu, pushed the car door and walked out, looked at Wu Yu's arm, and suddenly frowned slightly, "Are you injured?" ”

"Well, I accidentally scratched the glass, it's fine." Wu Yu shook his head with a smile, "Is there a rag or something, give me one." ”

"Are you stupid? Can a rag cover a wound? Shi Mingsong frowned, looked at the latter and said angrily.

"No, I'm going to wipe the sword with a rag, there is so much blood on the sword, it's uncomfortable to look at." Wu Yu raised his head, smiled at the latter, then got into the car and found a piece of clothing that he didn't know who it was, and gently began to wipe the seven deadly sins in his hands.

"Don't you think you should take care of your injuries?" Wu Yu was wearing a black robe, took off his hat, leaned on the car and slowly did not worry, and wiped the blood on the Seven Deadly Sins Sword little by little, "And didn't you find that your Seven Deadly Sins are not bloody at all?" ”

"Oh . . . It seems so. Wu Yu glanced at the Seven Deadly Sins, there was only a small amount of blood on it, and it seemed that it only needed to be wiped gently, and the blood would be absorbed by the rag little by little.

"Alright, I'll see your injuries." Shi Mingsong rolled his eyes angrily, walked up to Wu Yu, and rolled up the latter's sleeve. On the latter's forearm, a wound completely covered his entire forearm.

"That's what you told me about it?" Shi Mingsong couldn't help frowning when he looked at it, "Hurry up and get in the car and go to the hospital to deal with it." ”

"It's really fine, why am I lying to you?" Wu Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Just go back and find some gauze and just pack it, I used to fight outside, and it's not like I haven't encountered more serious injuries than this, what can go wrong." ”

Shi Mingsong glanced at Wu Yu, didn't speak, and directly dragged the latter to the car, regardless of whether he wanted it or not, and threw it into the car, while he sat in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and sped away in the direction of the hospital.

"What time is it?" Shi Mingsong asked with a yawn.

"Won't you see for yourself?" Wu Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes, there was a burst of pain from the wound on his arm, and Wu Yu grinned without making a sound.

This injury was indeed much more serious than the previous injuries, but Wu Yu had always been such a person, and he would not take those things that he felt inconsequential to heart.

"My phone is dead, otherwise you think I'd be so bored outside?" Shi Mingsong couldn't help but roll his eyes, watching the latter use his still sound hand to rummage back and forth in the mezzanine above his head, as if he was looking for something.

"Looking for cigarettes?" Shi Mingsong put his hand in his trouser pocket, took out a box of things and threw it to the latter, "Don't look for it, the cigarette is here." ”

"Oh, and you're going to smoke? It's amazing. Wu Yu took the box thrown by the latter, opened it and just glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, "How much did you smoke at the door?" ”

"I don't know, anyway, I have nothing to do at the door, I just want to smoke." Shi Mingsong shrugged his shoulders and glanced in the direction of Wu Yu, and there seemed to be only one or two left.

"I'll buy another box later, smoke your two cigarettes, are you still distressed like this?" Shi Mingsong rolled his eyes angrily.

"No, I'm not distressed."

"Then you just feel sorry for me?" Shi Mingsong smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your concern, I'll come here once in a while, and there will be no problems." ”

"I don't feel sorry for you." Wu Yu took a deep breath, shook his head, and took out one from the box and slowly lit it.

"Then what do you feel sorry for?" Shi Mingsong's accelerator has been stepped on to the end, and the pointer on the speedometer has already crossed the allusive danger area.

"I feel sorry for tobacco." Wu Yu took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke in his mouth.

"Is this any different from distressed cigarettes?" Shi Mingsong yawned, seeming a little sleepy, "Bring me another one, fuck you have fun at night, I'm going to die of discomfort this night." ”

Wu Yu threw the cigarette case back to the latter, "You know what, what you smoke is not tobacco at all." ”

"What's that?" Shi Mingsong glanced at him and asked.

"The layer of paper that wraps the tobacco."