Chapter 6 Fate hangs by a thread
You're too weak, you're a coward!
Werewolf!! Angry?!! Angry?!!!!
Haha, you're just a cute puppy!!
Remember this feeling, remember your current weakness, remember your current uselessness, and, remember my strength!!
This... It is the source of your anger!
"Roar - I'm going to kill you!!! Die! Go to hell!!! ”
After shouting these words excitedly, a piercing chill suddenly appeared on the little werewolf, which directly froze him who was roaring in his sleep and shivered, and made him subconsciously turn over and make a defensive posture. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In a trance, he looked up and found that the biting chill he felt in his sleep turned out to be a series of powerful white ice bombs, and under the continuous impact, he was forced to retreat all the way until he smashed on the root of the wall.
呲――呲――呲――呲――
In the blink of an eye, his chest had been frozen into a piece of ice, and the edges of the ice were still expanding rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing that half of his body was about to be frozen by the ice beam, the werewolf who was smashed to pieces hurriedly roared, forced to open the transformation and dodged to the side, and kept hitting the ice on his chest with both hands.
Thankfully, the ice bullet that hit him didn't follow, and after a few more rounds of inertia, the room fell silent again. The frightened little werewolf looked in the direction of the ice bomb, but once again saw the female figure that had been glimpsed in a hurry. At this time, the other party was still holding a gun with a conduit in his hand, and the ice bullets were obviously from this.
"After being beaten for a long time, I finally woke up?!" Seeing that the werewolf's gaze turned to her, the woman with the gun said with an indifferent expression, "I am the forty-seventh, and I will train you in the future." ”
"Your voice..."The little werewolf looked at the woman in front of him suspiciously, and his brain didn't react for a while. Why is your voice exactly the same as the sound of the box, who are you? ”
Forty-seven raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said with a sarcastic smile: "That's because it's me who talks to you from beginning to end, that is, you are mentally retarded to think that a box can speak, right?!" Haha, too, a little milk dog who only knows how to eat a leg of mutton is normal for the box to be his mother. ”
"You! You're still insulting me?! Listening to the other party's unceremonious ridicule, the little werewolf's expression sank suddenly.
"Huh?!" Forty-Seven's expression became more and more contemptuous as if he had heard a stupid joke, "I'm just stating a fact, aren't you a little milk dog?" Oh no, to be precise, you're a crate-nibbling puppy. ”
"That's enough, don't say any more!" After the other party spoke again to taunt, the little werewolf's expression became more and more angry, but in the blink of an eye, the image of the destroyed box once again appeared in his mind, making his reason regain the upper hand, "I don't want to kill you!" I've already killed it once and don't want to kill it again. ”
"Are you threatening me? You said you killed once? Who have you killed? The box? Under the little werewolf's successive drinks, Forty-Seven's expression became more and more indifferent, and she slowly paced towards the little werewolf with the gun in her hand. Even if I call you a little milk dog again, what can you do to me? ”
"Stop trying to provoke me, Forty-Seven, tell me what your purpose is? Why am I here? ”
The little werewolf who had forcibly suppressed his anger stared at Forty-Seven as he got closer, earnestly awaiting her answer. After all the ordeals, he knew he had to learn to be calm. Anger is the source of his strength, but reason is the real catalyst for his power. Otherwise, even if you have terrifying power and speed, you will end up being strangled by human beings, or you will end up in a miserable situation for the rest of your life.
'That's right! That's the root cause of their constant irritation of me, making me stronger and more controllable! ’
After a long period of training and several thrilling tortures, the little werewolf who was blessed with a soul suddenly figured out the meaning of being locked up here at this moment. But in the next second, his pupils suddenly dilated in horror, and he couldn't help but tense his body, because at the moment when he was distracted, the woman who was getting closer and closer in front of him suddenly disappeared without a trace. After a gentle breeze blew on his face, the little werewolf noticed that there was a sharp dagger in front of his neck. With hindsight, he gently turned his slightly stiff neck, and only then did he realize the horror of this woman.
Looking in the direction where the dagger came from, the first thing that caught his eyelid was a slender and clean hand, under its loose hand, the dagger under his eyes was shaking irregularly, the little werewolf's eyes stared at this dagger and thought silently for a long time, and finally gave up the plan to snatch it. After Fang Cai's astonishing scene, no matter how loose No. 47's technique of holding the dagger was, it was difficult for him to raise any thoughts of resistance. Immediately after, the little werewolf's gaze quickly swept over the arms wrapped in the black training suit, and met the playful gaze of Number Forty-seven.
At this moment, as if a magic force was quietly released, the other party's cold eyes quickly hooked all his thoughts, making him subconsciously activate every inch of wisdom cells in his mind, just to see through the true thoughts hidden behind this gaze. However, to his disappointment, not even the slightest expression of emotion could be observed, and behind those playful eyes, there was only a coldness piercing into the bone marrow.
All her smiles, all her emotions, are disguises and bewilderments of others. ’
Just as he was thinking nonsense, Forty-Seven, who had been silent, suddenly leaned his face closer and asked him a slightly provocative question: "What, you like me?" ”
This abrupt question brought the little werewolf not a heart-warming dream, but an irrepressible sense of shame and anger. His tense hands shook in a fierce inner struggle, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed like he had been in pain for centuries. Eventually, gasping for rage, he gritted his teeth, resisted his desire to explode into rage, and stared at Forty-Seven without speaking.
"Huh?"
Seeing that the little werewolf's reaction was so calm, Forty-Seven, who was deeply surprised, let out a low murmur of amazement. After slowly retracting her dagger, she looked meaningfully at the little werewolf and then turned away without saying a word.
"Hey! You..."
The little werewolf looked at the back of No. 47 who was about to go away, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop her, but as soon as he took a step, his eyes suddenly went black, his body was weak and he almost wanted to fall, and his transformation form also silently returned to his original appearance, due to the lack of energy, his body was like a rusty machine that had not been oiled for a long time, and it seemed to stumble in the process of recovery, and even made a creaking sound of grinding bones. It was only at this point that he realized how bad his condition had become, and that almost every cell was in desperate need of energy.