Chapter 33—Lingering Breath (11)

Looking at the shattered corpses and bones that had been blown up all over the ground, and listening to the muttering prayers of the still alive, Zhai Yunxiao couldn't help but leave tears of despair. But at the same time, his heart is also horizontal: it seems that I really didn't return to the life of the 21st century to create Yunxiao Company, both horizontal and vertical, as soon as I died, I no longer hid and hid, and I was implicated in so many lives in vain, and in the end I still died, and I felt even more guilty before I died.

Hey, just now I concluded that I would be able to escape, it seems that I was just comforting myself!

He said to Liang Yimeng: Mengmeng, it seems that we can't escape this catastrophe. The enemy is already so vicious, let's not steal our lives in this stinky and shameless place! He looked at Liang Yimeng affectionately and asked how this decision was? Liang Yimeng wiped the tears on her face, kissed Zhai Yunxiao's mouth affectionately, resolutely took his hand, and said fiercely: The fourth master will definitely slaughter these dogs for us.

Just when Shawshank reloaded and was about to launch, Zhai Yunxiao shouted with all his might: Don't bother, let's come out, die in a dignified and upright manner, don't hurt the innocent anymore.

Zhai Yunxiao picked up the injured Liang Yimeng, and the exhausted two helped each other out of the pit, and under Shawshank's smug eyes, they walked to a flat ground nearly thirty meters away from Shawshank with difficulty.

Gordon. Putler sighed and smiled evilly and said: Convinced? That's not much fun.

Looking at a man and a woman snuggling up to each other affectionately, Shawshank couldn't help but sigh: Mandarin ducks? What a handsome couple! It's a pity. However, as the saying goes, show affection and die quickly. These are the supreme orders of the Great Commander, and you can't blame me! To tell the truth, it may also be that you offended the great commander too hard, so you were so miserable.... No, it's a great punishment. You should feel deep repentance for your crimes, and it is your honor to receive the fairest and most just punishment from Noah's country in your repentance......

Gordon came from above. Putler's roar: Shawshank, you turtle son, the nonsense is endless, I'll let you talk enough when this is over.

Shawshank was so frightened that his face turned green: I'm done talking.

After thinking about it, Zhai Yunxiao felt extremely calm in his heart, and smiled easily at Liang Yimeng: Haha, have you ever heard of sending people to a thousand miles? People wait for a thousand years, and I am a thousand years to give away people's heads!

Shawshank couldn't help but turn around and say to a few prison guards: You all spread out, all of you take pictures of me from different angles, you must use slow motion, so as to make the great commander happy.

Zhai Yunxiao was a little impatient, and said to Shawshank: Why are you like Tang Seng, can't you act neatly?

When several prison guards found their own positions, Shawshank Pi said with a smile: I'm in a hurry, that's good, you stand up straight, don't lie down, don't close your eyes, just a while, just a while, I'm quite accurate, make sure you are straight.

Gordon. Putler dropped the cup in his hand, turned to Zhang Wenwu and said: Why is this so much nonsense? I really can't stand it, and when all this mess is over, find a reason to abolish Shawshank for me.

Wait, suddenly Liang Yimeng shouted and said to Shawshank: I still have a few words to say to him.

Shawshank shrugged, no, the above definitely didn't agree.

Gordon. Putler was very curious and said, "Give him a minute."

A minute is too short. Liang Yimeng bargained.

It's good to give you a minute, what kind of bike do you want. Shawshank said impatiently.

Liang Yimeng hugged Zhai Yunxiao and said: I grew up in the clouds, and like everyone else, I live an ordinary and undisturbed life, I feel really happy to be able to experience so many things with you this time......

Happy? Zhai Yunxiao asked helplessly.

Liang Yimeng said in her heart, how could you interrupt me at such a touching moment? He also asked, "Are you unhappy?"

Happy?

Not happy?

Happy?

Not happy?

Shawshank couldn't listen anymore: Is it interesting for you two to go back and forth? Happy? Not happy? What's the point of discussing that people are going to die?

Of course it's interesting, Zhai Yunxiao defended: I think it should be exciting.

Liang Yimeng immediately asked rhetorically: Is it exciting?

Zhai Yunxiao also asked rhetorically: Isn't it exciting?

Is it exciting?

Isn't it exciting?

Stop, stop. Gordon. Putler drank on it: Stimulus, stimulus is dead, don't delay time, now I'll let you stimulate, the most exciting moment is coming. All give me a little bit of spirit. The last sentence was shouted at the soldiers around him who were about to fall asleep.

Liang Yimeng shouted hoarsely: Gordon. Putler, you dead fat, big fat pig, I wish you a son.

Zhai Yunxiao laughed and shouted: Dead fatty, I wish you two sons, the little brother will never be able to raise his head, artificial insemination has failed again and again, and the Gordon family has no children and grandchildren. I wish you a long life and a long life.

This is probably as heroic and heroic as those revolutionaries shouting "Long live XXX" before the uprising, right?

At the end, Zhai Yunxiao said to Mengmeng at a fast pace: Mengmeng, I love you, I will never regret going on this trip with you.

Gordon. Putler blew up his lungs: Kill them both.

I'm launching. Shawshank didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore and pressed the trigger.

The last moment finally came, Zhai Liang and the two stood proudly, hugged each other tightly, ready to meet the last moment of their lives. In Zhai Yunxiao's eyes, time seemed to be frozen at this moment, looking very slow, and he could clearly see the sparks bursting out of the barrel and each rotation of the cannonball, like a brilliant flower of time countdown, flying from the front direction, just like Wu Yusen's signature violent aesthetic slow motion, in fact, the cannonball was as fast as lightning, not even a second, and it would break the two of them in an instant.