Listening to their words, Charles's heart was shocked, he didn't expect Tuba and 134 to actually know each other, and listening to the tone, they had known each other for four hundred years.

Glancing at the narwhal, which was still not far away, Charles's prosthetic leg turned into a chainsaw and quickly swiped underneath the body.

The worm's feet burst into green blood, and Charles stepped on the soft blood, like a cheetah struggling to pounce towards 134.

The 134 heads who were yelling at Tuba did not look back, and with a raise of his left hand, Charles was suspended in the air by the familiar telekinesis

"Click" Charles's prosthetic internal gear spun rapidly, and the sharp anchor hook headed straight for 134's torso.

The 134 body quickly floated upwards and dodged Charles's attack, but because of the evasion, Charles's upper restraint disappeared.

Such a good opportunity, how could Charles waste it, his right hand touched his waist, and the revolver had already appeared in his hand Zheng gun at the 134 consecutive shots.

In the face of bullet attacks, 134 was a little unable to resist for a while, Charles's aim was very accurate, and every time she was stuck in the moment she was about to fight back, she failed to approach several times.

But there was not the slightest anxiety on her face, but a banter on her face, as if she were a cat playing with a mouse.

"Listen to me. Why do you want to do this, can we all sit down and discuss it?" the sad Tuba persuaded bitterly. But no one listened to him on either side.

Charles's point continued, just as the bullet pierced a hole in the 134's beautiful purple skirt.

A miserable white bone flute with several round holes suddenly emerged from the blood on the ground, first knocking the revolver away with one blow, and then plunging into Char's abdomen in the next second.

Charles looked to the ground in disbelief, and a black humanoid smoke floated out of the "king's" blood.

Its erratic hand grasped the bone flute inserted into Charles's hand, the smoke from its arm solidified, and it jerked it out.

Charles's abdomen, a round wound the size of a walnut, couldn't stop spurting blood.

"My God, what are you doing here? Why are you bleeding? ”

Tuba quickly got up from the ground, ran to the rickety Charles, took out some dirty papers, and smeared them indiscriminately towards Charles's wounds.

But soon, these things were washed away by Charles's blood, and what Tuba had in his hands was as useless as ever.

The black mist stopped attacking, and rolled up the Tuba next to it and floated to 134, hovering like a servant.

Charles, who was pale, looked at his strange appearance, and then looked at 134 next to him, and he suddenly understood something.

He covered the wound with his hand and endured the pain and said, "You, the "king" Tuba and this one, you all escaped from the second laboratory, right? In fact, the king of Sodom does not refer to a single person at all, and refers to you four ** relics, right? No, or more, more than four?"

"Hee-hee-hee, it seems that you still know us quite well. 134 jumped up to the revolver that had fallen to the ground, bent down and picked it up.

The big pistol and the white tender hand seem so incongruous, but this scene makes people feel chills down their spines.

Charles's eyes quickly looked around, and when he saw a flash of red on the distant sea, his voice suddenly chuckled.

"What are you laughing at? Is it funny that you're dying?"

134 withdrew the loaded wheel, and when he saw that there were still three brass bullets left in it, he reloaded it and aimed at Charles with one eye.

Charles looked at the pirates chasing the fleet in the distance. "I laugh at those pirates, so many humans are actually led by four ** relics. ”

"Hahaha!!We are relics? You are as ignorant as the Foundation! We are the lucky ones of this world, and as for you inferior humans, you are just some lowly worms. ”

"I've been to Lab 2, I've seen the Foundation torture you, but that's a bit too much, don't forget, you've been human before. Charles stared at the girl in front of him.

As if enraged by Charles, 134's face twisted. "How long have you been there to know me? a week, a month, do you know how long I've been in hell!!I've been there for 30 years! Every human being has a disgusting original sin!

"Click" 134 Dudu's face cracked like glass, and in the crack, the vertical pupils of the pitch-black halo full of hatred were crowded inside, and at this moment she looked like a ghost.

The monster-like 134 raised the large toy-like revolver in his hand at Charles, with a cruel smile on his face. "Hee-hee-hee, the way a bullet goes through your head must be a nice sight. ”

Tuba next to him looked anxious, and kept taking out some garbage from his pocket, and kept gesturing at 134, trying to use those to stop her, but his things were just some ordinary garbage, and they were useless.

Suddenly, Tuba's body stopped, he exhaled with relief, and then turned to look at the black mist next to him with a sincere smile, and he stretched out his hands to grasp its flute firmly.

"Goma, long time no see. Your flute is so beautiful, borrow me to play with it. ”

"Bang bang bang!!" the gun rang out, and three bullets came out of the barrel and flew towards Charles.

The moment 134 pulled the trigger, Charles quickly rolled to the right and threw a piece of something at her.

"Bump!" Charles's left shoulder burst into a bloodshot red, and he only dodged two of his three shots.

At this time, Charles felt that his eyes were black, and he had lost too much blood, but he never gave up, and stumbled towards the beach next to him.

The black mist next to him was just about to rush over to block it, but found that his bone flute was firmly held by Tuba.

Seeing the black mist-like head looking at him, Tubasso hung his legs on the bone flute.

Standing in place, 134 did not make the next attack, she held a picture in her hands and looked at it, the gap on her face slowly healing.

It was a portrait of a family of three, the same picture Mich had given to Charles.

The bullet made a hole in the child's head, and on either side of the hole were two couples, who were smiling very brightly.

134 looked at it with strange eyes in her eyes, as if she was constantly remembering something, and gradually, the anger on her face dissipated, and a little tear slipped from her eyes and dripped onto the picture.

With a "plop", Charles in the distance rushed into the icy sea water

134's lips tightened, and he endured it patiently, and finally he couldn't help it, just like a real 6-year-old would do, and he burst into tears.

Hearing the cry, Tuba hurriedly put down the bone flute, ran over and hugged her in distress, patted her shoulder with his hand, "Don't cry, don't cry, grandpa is here." Grandpa is here. ”

White blood on the ground wriggled and rose in a clump that pressed lightly against her.

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