The white-bearded mouse, with a terrifying step like death, came towards the old man step by step.

The old man's eyes were full of frightened expressions. As the white-bearded old man walked towards them, he seemed to see the sky in the distance, with a red cloud of destruction, as if he had seen a mountain in the distance, turning into rolling corpses, rolling towards him quickly, as if he had seen the nearby river rising and flooding towards him.

In short, all kinds of devastating scenes came to him. This horrific scene, this terrible feeling, filled his body and mind with fear and destruction.

Under this powerful sense of destruction, he felt so powerless, he felt so small.

When the white-bearded mouse was about to come to him, suddenly the old man could no longer bear the terrifying oppression that followed him, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the bones of his whole body fell apart like a fight, making him fall to his knees in front of him.

The mouse stopped, looked at the old man in front of him with disdain, and cursed with hatred in front of him, 'Spicy Chicken'.

These two words, for a once proud soldier, for a once great warrior, for a tribe's warrior, are so harsh, so ugly, so that his heart is filled with all kinds of grief and indignation.

He never imagined that one day, he would face such a situation. In the face of this situation, he was so powerless, and his heart was filled with all kinds of sadness.

This feeling of sadness is a superfluous emotion for their warriors, and a strong warrior only needs to obey the orders of the soldiers, and does not need to have any feelings.

Time not only eroded his body, but also eroded his mind, making his whole person no longer strong, no longer brave, and no longer a cold killing machine.

For him, this feeling is completely helpless and powerless.

He didn't know when he became like this, but this feeling was not what he wanted at all, and this feeling made his whole life full of gray.

"I want to be strong, I want to be strong, I want to be strong, even if my body can't become stronger, but my heart, my will, no one can break my iron will. ”

In his heart, he kept telling himself like this, constantly holding on to his body, which had no possibility of standing up again, and stood up.

That's right, there was no body at all that could possibly stand up, and he stood up alive. How much willpower does it take to do this, to be able to unite one's body compulsively with one's own simple beliefs.

"Stop, I want you to take what you just said to me. ”

If it was usual, maybe he wouldn't be so arrogant to say this sentence to a strong man. But now he, his identity is a warrior, a powerful warrior. For a fighter, this is an insult that is absolutely not allowed to be accepted.

He represents not only himself, but also the glory of their tribe. A simple insult to him is a heavy disrespect to their tribe.

Although their tribe is now, it has lived up to its former glory. Glory is such an impractical thing, and no one wants to wait for it. However, he was different, thinking that he was the last leader of their tribe, and if he was not willing to abide by and protect these things, then who else would go back to protect these things!

This is a very, very serious thing for an old man, and there is no room for sloppiness.

Regarding the attitude towards this matter, he must not back down, and he will never allow himself to make the slightest concession. No one can supervise this kind of thing, but this kind of thing must be kept in mind, and you must do it yourself and remember it.

"Do you want me to take back that sentence just now?" When the white-bearded mouse heard his words, he immediately turned around and looked at the young man in front of him who didn't know the height of the sky.

The moment his eyes narrowed, the momentum of his whole person suddenly became extremely terrifying. This terrifying momentum directly forced the old man to take a step back.

He only felt that the moment his eyes narrowed slightly, it was as if there were countless heavy punches, punch after punch, and hit him in the chest one after another.

This terrible feeling made him feel an indescribable sense of uneasiness in his heart.

However, despite this situation, he still endured it alive. Not because of his strength to withstand it, but because of his will, a strong will.

Will is a very mysterious thing, I heard that the will of people can directly communicate with the ghosts and gods between heaven and earth, and can affect the trajectory of this world by virtue of will.

He held on to his breath, but he was unwilling to fall, that is, he was unwilling to give in, that is, to defend the glory of his heart.

The old woman's eyes were already full of tears at this time. She knew best the current state of this old man, and knew that he was just holding on with a breath.

The consequence of this kind of strength is that when his breath disappears, then he will face death in an instant. She never thought that he would die here.

In her imagination, she would be with him

Together for a long time. During this time, she needed to compensate him for everything she owed him all those years.

But, but, but now there is no chance, there is really no chance. In his heart, he couldn't help the sadness, the pain he couldn't bear, and the despair he couldn't bear.

He didn't know if there was anything else that could save his life. He thought there was hope, but she didn't see any light.

At this time, in his heart, there was nothing but sadness and despair.

"I actually have survived until now with a twisted will, I want to see how long your will can last. The white-bearded mouse's eyes showed a look of playfulness.

He stepped in front of the old man, and then the man made a move, and in an instant his finger began to turn red, and a scorching ray shot out of his finger in an instant.

"Ah!!h

He only felt that his whole body was starting to get hot. This same feeling, this painful feeling, gave birth to a powerful sense of pain in his heart.

"How's it going, how are you feeling now?" said a defiant look on the whitebearded mouse's face. As he looked at his pained expression, a sense of enjoyment appeared on his face.

This feeling makes him enjoy it very much in his heart, he likes to see other people's painful appearances, and he likes to see others sad.

This perverted sense of enjoyment made him feel a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Apologize to me!" The old man, although he was suffering from an unbearable feeling now, but at this time, in his heart, he was also firmly gritting his teeth, and he must let the damn mouse in front of him apologize to himself, to their tribe, and apologize.

This is something that must be fought for, and you can't give up because of your weakness or incompetence. Because once you give up on this thing, once you stop insisting on what you think in your heart, then everything you have, everything you have worked hard to do, will be useless and useless.

This feeling is actually a very difficult experience for his heart and for his people.

But he is also very clear in his heart, that is, once he has survived this most painful period. Then it is the time for yourself, when you meet a bright future.

But will you really be able to survive this period of time?

The white-bearded mouse in the old man's eyes had gradually begun to blur. The focus of his gaze gradually began to spread. This feeling, this uneasiness, all made his heart begin to worry.

He didn't know if his persistence was right, and he didn't know what he was doing for the tribe that was about to be destroyed, for this tribe that had no hope, and for what it was for.

Dreams, ridiculous dreams. This thing, in fact, can be seen from the two words of the composition of this word.

Dreaming, dreaming, thinking, just thinking. That is, it is something that is simply not possible. In other words, it was a dream that was out of his reach, and he could only think about it in his dream.

Or during the day, daydreaming. If one day, really when his dream came true. Then in his heart, he can't help but have an unrealistic feeling.

Once he has this unrealistic feeling in his heart, it means that he has not fully adapted to the current state.

In other words, in fact, he is not worthy of the realization of his dreams now. This is a very cruel thing for him. For people, this is actually a kind of elevation that is fueled by seedlings.

For this kind of thing, for this thing. Actually, it's a very good thing, but it's also a very bad thing.

There are many advantages, but there are also many disadvantages, and I will not repeat them one by one here.

In short, in the old man's heart, he couldn't help but have a trace of doubt about his persistence for so long and his efforts for so long.

This suspicion made his will, the breath that he still hung at the end, gradually begin to become sluggish.

This is a very sad thing for him, and it has to be said that it is a very painful thing.

Obviously, he has done so much and worked so hard now, if he doesn't stick to the last moment, who knows what will happen?

However, the moment his heart began to waver, he had already lost, completely lost, and no one could save them from losing.

This kind of admitting defeat, this feeling, is a reality that he really doesn't want to bear. The reality of him is so sad, he is on his back, he is also realistic, and he is still so powerless.

"No!" the old woman couldn't help but shout as she looked at him gradually starting to fall, tears running down his cheeks and began to flow down.

She was so sad, so helpless. At this moment, how much he hoped in his heart that someone would stand up and help him.

Poor him, a horse, a voice for the tribe, for the country, but whether it is her or the tribe

, and even the state, did not treat him well.

He was really too pitiful, too pitiful, his life was really too miserable, too miserable. He has many, many dreams, he has big, big dreams.

But these are all his dreams, dreams that have not yet been realized, and there is no chance of realizing them at all. He still has a lot of things that he wants to accomplish and achieve, but now he also doesn't have any chance to achieve them.

This is a very bad thing for him. He was so longing, so longing for the tribe, so eager to be recognized by the country, but he didn't.

He is really a very, very good person, he has countless revenge in his heart, and he has countless dreams, but there is no one who is willing to give him a stage to show himself, no one.

Now that he is dying, he is dying, and he has completely lost any possibility, any opportunity!

"Hahahaha, you ended up falling. I thought you would be able to hold on for how long, it turned out to be just an embroidered pillow!" The white-bearded mouse's words were very harsh and unpleasant. What is even more infuriating is his attitude towards the old man.

The moment the old man fell, endless anger suddenly surged in her heart. This powerful anger filled his heart with infinite resentment and ruthless hatred.

"I..."

Her words just popped out of her mouth, and the moment the white-bearded mouse turned around, a terrifying momentum like Mount Tai falling down suddenly overwhelmed her.

In an instant, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and the whole person fell to the ground even more weakly.

The white-bearded mouse glanced lightly at the woman who fell to the ground, with a disdainful expression, and did not take this woman who didn't know the height of the sky in his eyes at all.

After glancing at her, he walked towards the water tank. With his pace, those humans, the surviving humans, suddenly felt an overwhelming terrifying momentum coming towards them.

In the face of this momentum, all the human beings fell to the ground, all of them could not breathe, and all of them groaned in pain.

The tremendous pressure oppressed their bodies and minds, and even more so on his body. The strong sense of oppression made them never think that there were such terrifying creatures in this world.

All along, the old man instilled in them the idea that they were the most terrifying existence in this world. They have unmatched talent, they have unmatched potential, and as long as they grow, no one can stop them.

Everything, all species, all Jiang Chengfu is under their iron hooves.

Although this kind of concept can cultivate their self-confidence, it will also make these people higher than the top, unrealistically thinking that they are the strongest and most terrifying existence. It's also okay to let their false pride be easily broken.

For them, this time it was a blow to their confidence.

After this blow, even if they survived, it would be difficult for them to rebuild their self-confidence.

"Hmph, a rabble, trying to earn my respect!" the white-bearded mouse snorted coldly, and then walked towards the water tank step by step on crutches.

His pace seems to be very slow, but his pace is not slow at all. Soon, they came to the side of this water tank, and looked at the ugly fish in the water tank, his brows furrowed slightly.

The appearance of this fish is so ugly, so ugly that it can't bear to look at it directly. Especially this ugly big fish, still with a pair of red eyes, staring at himself deadly.

"Look at what!" The violent temper of the white-bearded mouse was absolutely unbearable in his heart when he saw such a look. He didn't think about it, he directly took the tip of the crutch and easily stabbed it into the body of this strange fish.

It's easy, almost completely unobstructive, and kills this strange fish. Then he followed the monster's head all the way, and the crutch in his hand was like the sharpest blade. The fish, along the position of the back, quickly went up, and in the blink of an eye, the body of the monster was split in half from the part of his back.

After splitting into two halves, the cracked monster body suddenly saw the slime body inside.

When he saw the slime, his pupils suddenly shrank, and an infinite hatred flashed in his eyes. In an instant, he stretched out his staff and wrapped it around the blue slime's body and stabbed it.

It's just that he didn't stab into the slime's body this time. This couldn't help but make him sigh softly, and a feeling of uneasiness inexplicably appeared in his heart.

"Who's stabbing me?"

Wu opened his eyes in a daze, he hadn't slept for a long time, who had to be particularly heavy and die this sleep. This feeling made his heart very satisfied.

It's just that while he was enjoying this sweet dream, he felt something sharp, constantly hurting his body, and suddenly opened his eyes in a daze.

When he opened his eyes, the face of a mouse was reflected in his face. Looking at the human body in front of him, the mouse-headed thing, he was scared.

"What the hell are you?" he had never seen such a creature before, so he couldn't help but be a little scared inside!

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