The fat body staggered and fell, the lobes of the lungs were also penetrated, and the blood in the nostrils was mixed with fragments of internal organs, and flowed out little by little. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Want to talk? No, Wu Yu looked at that person, there was no regret on the corner of his mouth before he died, but a satisfied smile, happy like a child who scored 100 points in the exam. He didn't open his mouth either, just looked at Wu Yu, his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Dead? Perhaps. Will you be afraid? Perhaps.

Anyway, it's a matter of time or time, maybe from the day he enters here, he is ready to die, anyway, it's just a matter of time, but is his life precious?

All people should value their lives very expensive. But Yu Xiaojian is not such a person, just one life, everyone has one, and this life has been divided into high and low since the moment he was born.

Yes, in front of a life, everything is equal, but from the moment you are born, your life is attached to the value that belongs to him. Maybe your life is not worth much, but what is valuable is the value attached to you.

Perhaps, if you watch TV, the TV will always play those touching news on a loop, a teacher in order to save the student, hiding the student under him, and he himself died. Are those teachers worthless? No, of course they are more valuable than those students at the moment, but perhaps in the eyes of the teacher, the value of students will always be greater than their own, so at that moment, they did not hesitate.

But if you are standing in front of the Prime Minister of Japan, do you still want to pray that the moment the earthquake comes, he will throw you to the ground? If it's really possible, then I guess you can wake up laughing when you sleep. What are you in front of them? They can be indifferent in front of you. They can brave the rain to snap those admirable photos and tell everyone how hard he worked.

But don't think about it, if an earthquake does come, the only thing they'll probably do is lie on the ground and put you on top of them.

Is your life worth much? Maybe your future is valuable, in this life, at least in their eyes now, you don't have before them. And as a result, of course, it is not that the Japanese prime minister has done anything immoral in the news, on the contrary, the only thing that will appear in the news is your corpse, and then report your Guan Rong incident in a big way, how did you protect the prime minister at the moment of crisis.

The next step is to throw your corpse into the coffin in a beautiful fashion and be in the company of maggots underground. And he can still spend all day drinking on the ground, hugging beautiful girls and singing every night.

But for Yu Xiaojian, his life is not valuable, at least his life is really worthless compared to Wu Yu. What can he get in exchange for his life? Perhaps the only thing that can be exchanged is just a dozen lives that have been desperately saved from other people's knives. But Wu Yu, he can save the lives of everyone who is still alive here.

So at that moment, when he saw Wu Yu escape from under that person's hands, he was already satisfied. At least, he died, although it didn't help much, but at least it helped him attract the attention of some enemies.

That's enough for him, even if his contribution is insignificant, but if he thinks it's enough, then it's enough.

The big man didn't have too much pity on his face, he just stared at the sword and pulled it out, and then shook the blood on the sword with a smile, "Damn, this dead fat man is really fat, this makes the oil on his body, how can he feel that the sword in his hand has become slimy." ”

The four people around also laughed when they heard his words, and a somewhat thin man beside Dahan stepped on Yu Xiaojian's head with the soles of his feet, and his toes hooked her shoulders, and with a slight upward lift, Yu Xiaojian's body turned over completely.

"Tut-tut, look at you, this didn't bleed much, but the oil came out of the stomach." The belly was cut open raw, and the ground was covered with blood mixed with internal organs, and of course with the fat of white flowers. There were a bunch of them on the ground, which looked disgusting unconsciously, but at this moment, Wu Yu was sitting there quietly looking at the corpses that were still steaming on the ground.

"Take your feet away." The voice was not loud, and even a little weak, the consumption of the previous battle was too great for him, so he was also a little embarrassed sitting on the ground at this moment.

"Hey, this kid isn't dead?" Hearing the deep voice, the five people turned their heads neatly and looked at him in surprise, "It seems that he can survive under the hands of the boss, and he seems to have some strength." ”

"Strength?" The stout man couldn't help but shake his head, "How do I feel that the boss missed, just like him before, it is estimated that even if he is replaced by a child with a knife, he can stab him to death, not to mention that it is the boss standing in front of him, how can he be allowed to survive." So the only explanation is that the boss missed. ”

Hearing the stout man's explanation, several people around him also nodded in agreement, if even the previous Wu Yu couldn't be killed, then what qualifications did their boss have to wear the title of assassin?

But then, a smile appeared on the stout man's face, "But since the boss missed, it seems that this last prize will belong to me." ”

With a big knife in his hand, he walked towards Wu Yu without slowness, because at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Wu Yu is just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, as long as someone wants to use even a random sword, they can listen to the "cooing" sound of flesh and blood, and insert the sharp blade into his chest.

The so-called bonus, naturally no one grabbed it from him, it has already reached their status, and the so-called money is actually just a dispensable thing in their eyes.

But which of Wu Yu's things before, everyone clearly saw it, no matter who this sword feud was replaced, as long as there was a chance, they would go to revenge. What's more, it's such a good opportunity in front of you, "When you get the bonus, remember to have a meal." ”

"Don't worry, no problem. Whatever you want to eat, I'll ask you to eat! ”

The five of them laughed among themselves, even if behind them, their allies were being torn to pieces or others, but it had nothing to do with them, they were originally a group of cold-blooded executioners, and they had long been accustomed to dead people, so even if two more died at the moment, what did it matter?