This time, the little girl didn't have any strength, because she didn't need to run, so she could concentrate all her strength on the blade of her body.

In the blink of an eye, no one could react to what had happened in this short period of time, but the next moment they could see was a severed palm, falling to the ground, and even trembling slightly.

The little girl doesn't have those bad things about Wu Yu, he doesn't like the latter, he likes to say those boring bad things to his opponent, the blood on the knife doesn't even have time to fall, the next knife has already followed, that is her enemy, although if there are no people, she is likely not to meet Wu Yu, maybe she will still live a difficult life in the paradise, but in that place, at least there will be her own parents and relatives around, and the current paradise is not the paradise before, Nothing will change in the world because of such a little girl. Maybe after a few years, they can also live a very happy life?

The pain didn't even have time to reach the brain, Zhou Yuan's severed arm, the blood was still flowing, and the little girl's short knife rushed to the latter's face again.

This time, no one can help him stop it, the wolf head doesn't even have a weapon around him, he stands in place and doesn't move, he is really a person who even does a good job of dying, such a person, really is still not suitable for being a leader, before he died, he didn't even shout anything that could inspire the fighting spirit, the meaning of such a person's life and death is nothing more than that there is one less garbage in this world.

The little girl was really not polite, and even in Wu Yu's opinion, she was more decisive than herself, the knife had been deeply sunk into the latter's neck, without any nonsense, the wolf head looked at the little girl, and stretched out her hand as if to grab her, but the little girl's body had flashed to the side very briskly, avoiding the dirty palms.

Zhou Yuan watched the wolf head fall, surprisingly did not speak, still looked at him calmly, watching the dagger come out of the latter's throat, blood splattering down the wound and flowing all over.

"It's your turn." The little girl looked at Zhou Yuan, and sure enough, she was still a little influenced by Wu Yu, although she said this, her body did not stop at all.

Do you still want to resist at this time? Zhou Yuan smiled suddenly, he never thought that two people would die so peacefully, yes, yes, peaceful... calmly didn't set off any waves, just stood here and let others slaughter, watching the knife cut down one by one.

Zhou Yuan glanced at his broken palm, the two of them grew up together, so he still knows a lot about his friend who grew up together since childhood, after all, the two of them have lived together for nearly thirty or forty years, so they can guess what they are thinking in each other's hearts.

His first block, maybe it was just a subconscious act, after all, a person who was already similar would probably leave himself an intact corpse, and what he did just now was probably just frightened.

Is this an explanation? Or is it a perfect reason? Perhaps, this was the only reason he could give himself now, and if it weren't, then he wouldn't bother to think about the boring stuff.

It really doesn't feel worth it to block a knife for such a person, Zhou Yuan slowly closed his eyes, and then grinned gently. That's it, I'm going to die anyway, just as if I never knew such a person.

After a chill on his neck, he felt his consciousness begin to dissipate, and he fell to the ground with dizziness and pain in his neck.

"Well done." The battle on the little girl's side was over, and the people behind Wu Yu had all fallen to the ground at some point, and the only evidence that could prove that he had indeed made a move was where he stood, where the tip of the Seven Deadly Sins sword pointed, and the blood slowly fell into a small puddle.

"Hmm." The little girl looked at Wu Yu, ran over, and held Wu Yu's palm.

"If you take revenge, you should be happy." Wu Yu squatted down, and the Seven Deadly Sins directly pierced into the stone slab without any resistance, standing aside. The palm of his hand rubbed the little girl's head, and the hair that had just been combed in the morning was messed up again, "Come, laugh." ”

"Brother Wu Yu." The little girl straightened her hair and looked at Wu Yu.

"What's wrong?" Wu Yu looked at the little girl with a faint smile on his face and asked.

"You're so naïve." The little girl pouted softly, and said angrily, "And don't mess with my hair in the future, the hair that was just combed in the morning will mess you up again." ”

"Okay." Wu Yu nodded lightly, rubbed the little girl's pretty face, and then stood up, "The rest is to improve your strength, 100,000 points of health for half a year, if you want to go up with me, you already have to go up, as for the remaining health, I will find a way to help you get it, although I don't want to, but since you have chosen this path, then you have to quartz sand road, adapt to death, adapt to those corpses that fall in front of you, even if you are not used to it, you have to learn to forcibly adapt." ”

"Well, I will." The little girl nodded seriously.

"Alas..."Looking at Angel's appearance, Wu Yu also shook his head a little helplessly, "Can't you just take two steps back?" Even if you don't go this way, you should know that I will find a way to get you up. ”

"But I want to help Brother Wu Yu." The little girl said with her face tilted up.

Does it have to be this choice? Trying to help me, no one wants to drag me down... But... But from the very beginning, I may not need this, what I want is that you can live happily enough, even if I won't go that day, I stand from a distance and watch, as long as the smile on your face is sincere, it is enough for me.

But from the beginning, all the people wanted to help him, they didn't want to trouble him, they were doing what they could, and they were leaving him with what they were left with in the end... No, in the end nothing was left for him, and he was left alone, and those ridiculously childish things called memories, what was the use of that kind of thing? What other use could it be for others than to increase their sorrow? The past tense, which is beautiful or chaotic, is even divided by a separate grammar. And those things that are divided are called... Lonely...