1:184 Lost in the Dogfight (M)

Midday.

Bediwell also felt a fever all over his body. He scrambled to get out of bed, intending to find some water to drink.

He saw Thorville unconscious, lying quietly on the bed with a drip of some wonderful drug hanging from his arm.

"Weishenme even Tovir was caught?" Bedi looked at the sleeping leopard-man boy suspiciously, and he reached out to touch Tovir's head.

One hand grabbed Bediville. It's Corvis.

"Don't touch him. If you touch me again, I'll kill you. The leopard man warned coldly.

Bediwell looked at the leopard man with hostility. He remembered that at the moment of teleportation, it was this guy who suddenly appeared and grabbed him.

Although it was full of hostility, Bediwell did not dare to act rashly. He knew very well that his opponent was far superior to him, and that Corvis's terrifying speed had made Arthur suffer. If you want to fight with such an opponent, you are looking for death.

And, needless to say, the weapon was definitely taken away. How to fight unarmed.

"How did you catch Towell?" Bedi asked, "What's wrong with Towell, did you do anything to your son?!" "Towell?" Corvis looked confused, "Who is Toville?" "Of course it is-" Bediwell pointed to the unconscious leopard-man boy next to him, and said "it's him." But he couldn't go on.

If you look closely, this leopard boy is really not Thornville.

Although his facial features are very similar, he is thinner than Towell. Even thinner than the one Tovel who had just been rescued from the slave traders!

It is impossible for a person to lose so much weight in one morning. This kid looks very similar to Towell, but he's a different person!

"This isn't Tovir, who the hell is this?" Bediwell was stunned.

"This is my son Lavis. "He's been in a coma like this for more than five years. "Wait a minute!" Corvis's mind began to spin rapidly, and he pondered over what Bedi had just said. He thought of some kind of [possibility]!

At the moment of teleportation, a leopard-man boy hid behind Arthur.

Bedywell, who had just mistaken Lavis for "Torville".

Thinking of the connection between the two, Corvis's eyes widened.

His face began to contort from the pain.

His teeth creaked with hatred.

"Tell me, boy!" Colvis threw Bedwell to the ground, "Have you seen that seed?!!Where and how did you see it!!!Tell me !!!!" "Woo! it hurts! it hurts! Let me go!" bediwell pleaded.

It took a while for Corvis to finally come to his senses. He looked at the werewolf boy who was trembling on the ground from pain and fear. The boy's left prosthetic leg had also been crushed by Corvis's brute force, and now the boy looked like a broken doll.

"I'm sorry. Colvis let go of Bedi and said.

"That's who you are, you beast. "No wonder Towell hates you so much." "Hate me?hahahahaha, that monster hates me?!" Corvis said sarcastically, "Are you reversing your position?!!Is it him who should be hated?!!" "It's the monster who killed my wife five years ago and made my only son look like this!" Corvis pointed to Lavis, who was unconscious on the bed.

"What?!" Bedivel was stunned.

At first, I just wanted to take another look.

The so-called "home" looks.

Since there is nothing, it is even more desirable.

The beautiful and warm [home] that has been appearing in Tovel's dreams is so close at hand, but how ethereal it is.

The woman in the dream kept smiling at him and handed him the fragrant black tea.

The father in the dream has always been smiling kindly, teaching him swordsmanship while telling him all kinds of interesting things about human shijie.

However, for this little boy, it was an unattainable dream.

Reality is cruel, a hundred times crueler than the time in dreams.

The cold scalpel slashed through the boy's abdomen, dissecting his internal organs and torturing him as if adding meaningless wounds.

The cold, cruel faces of the researchers were the only images he saw every day.

The sound of a scalpel being picked up and dropped was the only sound he heard every day.

The cold and numb body could no longer feel pain, or rather, the teenager had forgotten the definition of pain.

There is just emptiness, just an aversion to the reality shijie, and a desire for another shijie. Todder, who has everything in his dreams, no longer disdains reality.

That's how it should be.

"This guy can't be used anymore. Is it time to perform Pandora Jihua?" "Is there no problem? This tattered body, even if it is injected with a shadow solution, may not be able to be successfully demonized. "Leave that to the big guys up there, we're just doing what we're told." "Yes. Finally no longer have to deal with this waste every day. "Something, injected into the boy's body.

It's cold, it's cold. The body trembled as if it were resisting. This is a sensation other than pain, which a teenager has not experienced in a long time.

When the cold enveloped his body, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

He looked at the dead researchers.

What? No one dissects me with a scalpel anymore?, the boy thought to himself.

He began to lose his ability to tell whether it was reality or a dream. But he thought of something to do.

Go home.

Mom must be waiting for my return. Definitely, yes. The boy was convinced.

He was so convinced that he didn't feel anything unusual when his mother stabbed him in the abdomen with a knife.

"Mom, I'm back. He wanted to say. He reached out and touched his mother's face.

But this gentle caress turned into a fatal blow that smashed her mother out and shattered all the bones in her body.

Standing beside him, looking at him in amazement, was another leopard-man boy.

(Are you-me?) (Or, am I you?) (what?) It turned out to be you, and it has always been you. I still have nothing, and you have everything!) (everything is not a dream, everything is reality. In the next minute, the mad monster destroyed the entire village of the Leopard Race. All the people in the village were killed by all kinds of cruel methods, and there were no corpses.

When the man who had gone out on a combat mission, when he returned, he saw not his wife, who greeted him with a spring breeze, nor his innocent son, but a monster that had destroyed his village.

He understood the monster's true face in an instant. In the next instant, he killed the monster with all his might.

Of course, the monster is not completely dead. The small part of the creature that was left of the dead, still with a little bit of humanity, was taken away forever.

Until the moment of salvation.