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The cold words frightened everyone, looking for the voice, this was a thin teenager.

Cold, cold that does not melt for thousands of years.

This is everyone's first impression when they see the young man, the young man is holding a Tang knife, his face is cold and indifferent, and his eyes are dead without a trace of temperature.

And that black dress just matched it, if I had to describe it, it was like the god of death who came out of hell with the Shura knife in his hand.

The boy's exposed body was covered with scars, the kind of scars left by the battle, and those who saw it couldn't help but gasp.

Then I am afraid that I will start to think about how many battles this young man has encountered, and what kind of brutal battles have left such scars.

When Fang Zhengping looked at the young man, doubts appeared in his eyes, why is this young man's breath so familiar, searching for memories, there seems to be no such person, but why is it so familiar, it is like having seen it.

Such an aura, such an aura, he looked at Zimo fiercely.

Similar, too similar.

The same expression, the same gaze in the eyes, the only difference is that the young man's coldness is even colder, and Zimo has a little more human touch, although this human touch only appears occasionally.

Unconsciously, Zang Feng had appeared in Zimo's hands, which was completely subconscious.

Zimo's eyes stared at the visitor, and for a moment, the young man also turned his head to stare at him at the same time, and he felt as if some kind of blood was reviving in his body.

Yes, what exactly?

When he appeared as a teenager, he smelled something unusual, what was it? What exactly is the posture of the teenager, and the breath?

In an instant, there was an answer, it was a breath that did not belong to the Pure Land at all, and it was a taste that could only be exercised in the Wasteland.

The answer is imminent, he is from the wasteland, and he is also from the wasteland!

Suddenly, a gleam appeared in the eyes of the two at the same time, which is something that can only be understood between the same kind, and then there is excitement.

What is the Pure Land like?

Peace, tranquility, and the so-called disputes, in Zimo's view, are not as cruel as the wasteland after all.

In the Pure Land, Zimo was so lonely, so lonely that he didn't fit in with it.

This loneliness is only understood by those who come from the wasteland.

At this moment, there was excitement in the eyes of the two at the same time, and they could smell a familiar smell in the pure land, which was fate, but it also meant danger, only after living in the wasteland, did they understand how difficult it was for people in the wasteland to deal with.

Familiar taste, of the same kind!

"Enemies?"

Zimo stared at the young man and spoke.

"Enemy."

The teenager also gave the answer.

There is no sympathy for each other, and from the moment they are confirmed that they are enemies, they are destined to live and die. Sympathy for each other is a luxury that belongs to the Pure Land, and they from the Wasteland will not have such superfluous emotions.

It was also because they were also from the wasteland that they knew each other's choices without asking.

In fact, they don't need superfluous answers, enemies, as long as they are enemies, this reason is enough.

"Dusty."

"Zimo."

According to the rules of the wasteland, they don't report their names, because it's a waste of time, and no one cares about your name in the wasteland, because death can happen at any time, and the name is just a codename, and the dead person, what is the code, who cares?

Maybe it's the same sense of identity from the wasteland, or maybe it's something else, Dusty Sky said his name, and Zimo also gave an answer.

The people of the wasteland, they also have a point, they can do whatever they want, that is a kind of free and easy reason.

Because I am ready to bear, I will not regret my choice.

This kind of irregularity becomes more obvious in Dusty, just like now, because Dusty wants to say, he says it.

The dust understands, and so does Zimo.

But in the same way, being able to understand each other is not a reason to end the fight, it is precisely understanding each other, so the battle is inevitable, and it is the kind of life and death.

In an instant, a lot of thoughts appeared in Zimo's heart, dusty, from the wasteland, standing here now, very clearly, this is a member of the other party's organization.

As for how the other party came out of the wasteland and joined the organization that caused this disaster, he was not interested in knowing, maybe it was just a similar story to himself.

What he cares about is that Dusty's mission here should be to snipe and kill the people who come to investigate, so what should he know, as well as the organization behind him, and who is the person who caused this disaster.

Zimo didn't ask Dusty Sky because he understood that, at least for now, Dusty Sky wouldn't tell him, and it wasn't because of his knowledge of Dusty Sky, or because of his knowledge of the wasteland.

The two men stared at each other, that is, at the same moment, both of them moved at the same time.

"Shura."

"Zangfeng."

The two knives collided with each other, and it was a real fight, and the two of them each took a few steps back, and this move was evenly matched.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Dusty's face, and he licked his lips, "You're good, and for the sake of respecting you, I'll take the most brutal death I've learned in years to let you die." ”

"You're not bad either. Also for the sake of respect for you, I will use my sharpest knife to give you a decent death. ”

Hearing Zimo's words, Dusty smiled, laughing bloodthirsty and rampant. They are also from the wasteland, but they are not exactly the same.

In the eyes of the dusty sky, the most cruel torture to make the opponent die is the greatest respect for the opponent, and in Zimo's eyes, the fastest to make the opponent die is respect.

This is due to the difference in the personalities of the two, even if they are both from the wasteland, they can't be changed.

"Zimo, at that moment just now, I really want to wonder if it was an illusion, how could a soft-hearted person like you come out of the wasteland."

Looking at the rampant and ridicule of the dusty sky, Zimo ignored it, but said lightly, "Really? Whether it's from the wasteland or not, it doesn't change the outcome, and today, one of the two of us is going to die. ”

Dead one, yes, dead one.

Fang Zhengping and the others did not step forward, perhaps because of some emotion in their hearts, or maybe they wanted to really understand the wasteland, they did not move, at least when Zimo's life was really in danger, they would not move.

Hearing Zimo's words, Dusty's smile stopped, as if he was talking to himself, "Yes, die one." ”

"You talk too much nonsense, in the wasteland, too much nonsense, it's going to kill people."

Zimo said lightly, Zang Feng has begun to accumulate strength, and he will start again at any time, as long as there are flaws in the dust.

It's a pity that Dusty Sky won't give him a chance, even when he laughs, Dusty Sky is in the best defense, just like Zimo, defense has become instinct.

If there are no flaws, there are flaws everywhere, but either way, it is the most difficult to start.

"If you are lonely for a long time, there will be more nonsense."

Dusty didn't care about smiling, when Zimo was observing him, he was also observing Zimo, but unfortunately, the two of them came up with similar answers.

Dusty days won't give Zimo a chance, and Zimo won't give him a chance either.

Almost instantly, the two of them had a judgment at the same time.

Hard-hitting, this battle is only hard-hitting, and all calculations are useless, because what Zimo knows, Dusty knows, Dusty understands, Zimo is not much worse.

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