Peace? That's the story of the Sato.

In a word, it is full of helplessness. The sun was fading, and darkness was beginning to take over the sky. The end of the war is not ushered in by light, which may mean that all this is the beginning of the next nightmare, and peace has not really come. Old Black lit a bonfire, and the bright light of the fire illuminated the darkness and exuded warmth. Yan Xi was still cold.

The nurse was silent, maybe she thought so in her heart! Peace, that's the story of the only one in the world.

Zhang Yue felt that her physical strength had recovered a little, although her eyes were already blind and her soul power could not be used for the time being, the soreness and fatigue in her body had disappeared a lot, "Lao Hei, let's go." Whether it's a human or a demon, just be yourself. In the future, let's talk about it later, anyway, none of us can help you now. ”

"Duzuki, you also hide it from me. You already knew that Lao Hei was a demon, didn't you? You're even secretly protecting him. Are you going to betray me too? Yan Xi muttered, looking at Zhang Yue full of loss.

"Xiaoxi, I once entered your soul world, and I saw your heart, full of hatred, like purgatory. At that time, I thought about pulling you out, pulling you out of hatred, but you rejected me. I simply touched it, and you resisted fiercely, and at that time, I was thinking, if I didn't care, you might kill me. Zhang Yue said.

Yan Xi's expression was clouded, "Everyone has a past. ”

Zhang Yue said: "So, are you going to kill me now?" Think of me as a traitor, or as a demon! ”

Yan Xi was silent, she didn't look away, no longer looked at Zhang Yue's face, obviously his eyes were already bandaged, but she could always see a pair of eyes, questioning her, with trust, as if to say, we are partners, you won't kill me, right? Yan Xi muttered, "If you insist on protecting Lao Hei, you are my enemy." ”

Zhang Yue sighed and said, "Since this is the case, then ......"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Hei interrupted him and said, "Speaking of the past, do you want to hear the story of me and my nurse?" It's going to be a bit long, but it's okay, you listen slowly, it's going to take a while if you want to recover! ”

"Say, we can't beat you now." Zhang Yue said with a smile.

"Good!"

……

The muddy swamp, with a foul stench, dead branches and leaves floating on the mud, waiting silently to rot, suddenly a behemoth broke the silence of the swamp, and two dark blue lanterns floated from the dirt, flickering in the darkness, it was a pair of eyes, staring straight ahead, and there was an emaciated figure.

The swamp was cut open, under the dark blue eyes, there was a dark green body, dense scale armor flashing with ghostly light, this was a crocodile, very large, but crawling in the swamp, like a ghost, silently, quietly, unconsciously it may appear next to the prey, just like at this moment, it moved very lightly and slowly, its eyes did not blink, staring at the figure until it was within five steps of approaching the figure, it suddenly swung its tail, opened its big mouth and bit forward, and the rapid speed even broke through the air, making an airburst sound.

The figure disappeared, a long sword reached into the crocodile's mouth, stirred gently, the sword qi scattered, and the blood splashed all around along with the sword qi, and the crocodile's body was split into pieces of flesh and sprinkled on the ground with a bang. The figure stood in the rain of blood, but there was not the slightest blood on his body, and there seemed to be an invisible shield outside his body, cutting off everything that was harmful to him.

When the day dawned, the darkness gradually dissipated, and the figure was revealed in the sunlight, an elderly man, about forty years old, with a face that was easily forgotten, and ordinary facial features, which made it difficult to leave an impression in the bottom of his heart. Such a person, if not an ordinary person, is most likely an expert working in the dark. Apparently, he was the latter, as he was an alien and an assassin, and he had no name, only a simple code name, Ninety-Nine.

"Just the right size." Jiujiu sat down, picked up the crocodile meat that fell on the mud one by one, shook the mud on it slightly, and chewed it directly in his mouth, he ate very slowly and chewed carefully, only in this way can it be more convenient to digest, and can better absorb the nutrients of crocodile meat to fill his stomach.

Jiujiu left some crocodile meat, planning to put it up and find a safe place to make a fire, smoked into jerky and take it with him, he is now being hunted down, and making a fire at will will only expose his whereabouts, so he has to make sure that he is far enough away from the danger to expose himself to the light. Jiujiu picked up the crocodile meat and was about to put it away, when a piece of meat fell on the mud very disobediently, Jiujiu glanced at it, disappreciated, first put it in his hand, and was about to go to pick up the meat, but found that the meat was missing.

Jiujiu subconsciously retreated, quickly disappearing into the shadows of the bushes, like a ghost, coming and going without a trace. The swamp remained calm, as if the piece of flesh had vanished out of thin air. "Did you meet a master?" Jiujiu couldn't help but think like this, he was confident in his own skills, a person who was good at hiding himself, and was also good at discovering. But at this moment, Jiujiu can't see anything unusual about this swamp, but what about the meat?

Suddenly, a bubble bubbled up in the swamp, and then more and more bubbles appeared, and the whole swamp seemed to boil. Jiujiu continued to retreat in surprise, pulling away from the distance, and in the face of unknown situations, the safest thing to do was undoubtedly to stay away. After a few ups and downs, Jiujiu landed on a branch, and the figure gradually faded away.

The swamp was still boiling, and a large expanse of white gas was rising, and in a short time the entire swamp was flooded. I don't know how long it took, the movement gradually became smaller, and the white gas was blown away, and when the vision was restored, Jiujiu was surprised to find that the swamp was gone! Only a huge crater remains.

Jiujiu ignored it, still quietly staying in place, holding his breath, as if waiting for something. In a few moments, several figures leaped out of the woods, and they watched curiously around the sudden crater, all full of doubt. At this time, Jiujiu began to move. Those were the enemies who pursued him, and when the swamp began to boil, he knew that it would attract them. The most dangerous times are often the best times to escape, and when the enemies are attracted to the swamp, he has a chance to reduce his threat. Therefore, Jiujiu did not intend to escape, the knife had already fallen into his hand, and at this moment, he was a hunter.

Footsteps, gently stepping on the void, the figure dissipated, turning into a wisp of wind, shuttling through the forest, the blade caught in the wind, blowing through the figures. Poof...... Blood spilled, staining the wind red. Jiujiu's figure was revealed, beads of blood dripping from the blade, and several corpses were lying in front of him, all with a thin blood mark on his neck. Their eyes were open, their faces full of astonishment, as if they had seen a ghost before they died. In fact, the existence of Jiujiu is no different from a ghost to them.

This is one of them, and the enemies who are chasing him are far more than that, so Jiujiu does not have any mood to relax, and vigilance has become a habit for him, even if it is in his sleep. Jiujiu swung his knife, sprinkled the blood clean, and was about to leave, but he heard a sound from the pit, and when he looked back, he saw a black thing moving.

Jiujiu was stunned, quickly came back to his senses, turned around and left, taking the black thing with him by the way.

The escape continued, in this deserted forest. Jiujiu couldn't remember how many batches of people he had killed, and he put away his knife a little tiredly, and lay down in the hole in the freshly dug tree, panting. Jiujiu didn't dare to close his eyes, he was afraid that he would never wake up as soon as he closed them, no matter how tired he was, he couldn't sleep, sleep would only reduce his physical function, he had to keep his muscles tight at all times and deal with dangers that might arise at any time.

A black crow came out of his neckline and shook the water on his body, just now it and Jiujiu came out of a small stream, it almost drowned, it was obviously very dissatisfied with such treatment, so it expressed its attitude with its beak and claws. Jiujiu smiled, looking at the way the little guy was bouncing on top of him, he felt quite amused, and he cheered up a little.

It was supposed to be a lonely journey, but because of this little thing, it seemed to be a little more interesting, even if it was still dangerous.

Jiujiu touched the little crow's head and smiled gently, he had a lot to say to this little crow, but he understood that any sound could become an introduction to expose himself, so he could only hold back, and even his breathing had to be very careful. And this little crow is full of spirituality, and when necessary, it is very quiet, and even if it protests, its movements are very light.

"It's a demon, and it's really fast to learn things. However, in the end, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you. Jiujiu secretly said in his heart, he took out a piece of crocodile jerky from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and handed another piece to the little crow. He cherishes every bit of rest he can to replenish himself and keep himself alive, otherwise he will die on the enemy's sword, at any time.

The sword light penetrated a hundred miles and suddenly appeared in front of Jiujiu, he was still chewing jerky in his mouth, and he didn't have time to swallow it, the sword light came too suddenly, and the speed was so fast, Jiujiu saw it for the first time in his life, the breath of death shrouded him, choking Jiujiu's throat, and the terrifying sense of oppression made it difficult for him to move. Only for a moment, just a moment, he could break free and escape, but at this moment, the god of luck did not give it to him, the sword light had already pierced the skin of his forehead, and one step further, it was about to pierce his head.

The little crow opened its beak and the jerky fell from its mouth, as if it had become a little more charred than before.