Heroes are in the twilight and beauties are crying, which is a sad thing in life.

The bear couldn't bear to hurt his heart by talking, and was silent.

The silver wolf smiled and comforted himself: "I'm fine, I've lived enough, and I'm tired of living, unlike you, I still have a good time, you have to cherish the present." ”

"Hmm."

Silent.

The two were silent, bowing their heads and not speaking, and the sad atmosphere wandered in the hearts of the two of them, which could not be erased.

After a long time, the silver wolf sighed: "Hey." ”

"Whew."

There is only a sigh, a strong and sad sigh, the saddest thing in life is not that you will die, but knowing the deadline for death, and waiting for this period of time.

It's like being tormented by death, at least you have a nervous breakdown, or at worst you commit suicide and throw yourself into the arms of death.

A conversation, so it begins, and this ends.

The bear lay on the ground, the cold breath through his skin, froze a piece, he didn't get up, the hot air rolled out, washing away the cold air.

The cold ice on the ground began to melt, and on the cold ground, flowing water appeared, and the bear felt the wetness and sat up.

His back was wet, and his clothes could be pinched out of the water, and his brow furrowed.

The cold water is constantly evaporated, and the sweat is mixed with the ice water, which is a wonderful feeling.

"Stompe."

The sound came slowly, and the bear pricked up his ears and heard the sound, and his eyes looked to the left, while the silver wolf's gaze followed.

Eyes staring ahead, waiting to see who is coming?

The group came into view, and Hannibal arrived with a squad of soldiers, glancing at each of the cages and raising his middle finger at the prisoners inside.

said a few arrogant words, which provoked the prisoner to be angry, but he laughed and left in style.

This kind of behavior caused the anger of many prisoners, and also caused many prisoners to ignore him and not even look at him.

Hannibal came to the bear's cage, leaned over, and laughed, "Little imp, are you not dead yet?" ”

The bear lowered his head, but he didn't want to see this annoying person, and he felt that it was a kind of torture when he looked at it more.

"Yo, ignore me, don't you? Imp, you are ignoring the Director, do you know what the consequences of ignoring the Director are? ”

The angry Hannibal pointed at the bear and scolded, venting his inner dissatisfaction, as if the anger received before him was suddenly vented on the bear's body.

All that greeted him was the bear's more contemptuous eyes, as if he were a clown.

"You...... You....... Hannibal was so angry that he couldn't speak, and pointed to the bear, and for a long time could not say a word of anger.

"Good, good, you're good, little ghost, you've managed to provoke."

"Open the door."

"My lord, isn't that okay?"

"Huh?"

Glared at by him with a blood-red look, the navy soldier took out the key in a panic and opened the door, not daring to say a word of nonsense.

"Pull it out."

"Yes."

The bear did not resist, and smiled as he watched as the two soldiers pulled him, motionless.

Hannibal outside jumped up angrily, pointed at the naval soldiers beside him and scolded: "Why are you stunned and don't go to help?" Do you want the Director to do it himself? ”

"Oh? Oh? ”

The navy soldiers didn't dare to talk nonsense, went in to help, and five or six people worked together, and finally got the gift out, and the bear stood up and faced Hannibal.

I have to say that height has one advantage, that is, looking down at people.

It's a very comfortable feeling.

Hannibal was very angry, in the past he looked down at others, condescending, wonderful and comfortable, and today, being treated in the same way, uncomfortable, angry.

"Kid, you know what's going on?"

"Oh? Is it? ”

Isn't it just whipping? Is it boiled? He had nothing to fear, that bit of torture was nothing.

"Okay, you're good, I hope you don't regret it later, kid."

Turning around, he said angrily: "Take it to the fourth layer, I want this little ghost to show the power of our four fierce beasts." ”

The four fierce beasts, hearing this name, the naval soldiers around them were extremely excited, and their compassionate eyes were projected on the bear's body, as if they saw the scene of the bear lying on the ground calling for help.

"Yes."

While they dragged and walked, the bear looked around and thought to himself, what are the four beasts?

Is it dangerous? Or is it amazing?

When the bear confronted one of them, he was a little dizzy, I'm a day, why are they?

One of the four beasts, a cow, with a black and white body, a cute head, a huge mace in his hand, a tall figure, and the most conspicuous thing is a lump of snot hanging from his nose.

The cute little animal has raised its body a lot, and its small legs don't look like a strong person.

The cow, the Minotaur, the jailer on the scorching floor of the fourth basement, a very terrifying monster.

"Moo."

Hannibal raised his head and commanded, "Mother Niu, this prisoner has been handed over to you, do whatever you want, whether you live or die." ”

"Moo."

The excited cow let out a strong snort, very happy, very excited.

With its legs trampling the ground and making a roaring sound, it approached, breathed a breath of snot on its nose, brushed it in, and then came out again.

It's a funny scene, but the bear can't laugh, because the mace in his hand has fallen, and it smashes head-on, and the mace covered with spikes hits the face, which is not a joke.

The bear rolled in a circle, dodging the stick, and the ground shattered, and the cracks spread like spider webs.

The cow moved slowly, looked at the bear with curious eyes, raised its feet, and strode in front of it.

"Bang."

The huge impact made the bear unsteady on his feet, retreated more than ten meters, and the ground under his feet appeared faintly dented, and when he looked up, the mace was in front of him.

Raise your hand and block the front of the skull.

"Bang."

The body sinks, and the power rolls in, never ending.

"Bang bang."

The cow picked up the mace and smashed it five or six times in a row before feeling satisfied.

Carrying a mace, breathing snot, it is cute, and there is no horror just now.

In the moments of the battle, Hannibal, who was watching beside him, was very satisfied and kept nodding his head.

"See, this is the Minotaur, and the number of prisoners who have died on its mace is innumerable, because it never treats people as human beings."

The Navy soldier nodded like a chicken, and only when he saw it with his own eyes did he feel terrifying.

One by one, the pirates died under its mace, blood staining the ground, but its face was expressionless.

"Director, what if it's above?"

"What are you afraid of, if something happens, I'll carry it."

"But little Sati-sama's side, isn't it?"

Hearing this name, Hannibal had no reason to smile, sweet look, disgusting.

"Little Satie won't blame me, don't worry, the director will take care of her, just a woman, a matter of minutes."

"Director?"

"What?"