The moment the mask was attached to his face, Su Bai only felt that he had forgotten all the pain on his body in an instant, and his whole person suddenly became extremely ...... Calm, it seems that the frequency of every breath of his own is perfectly captured by himself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He slowly stood up, this body, which he felt now, was more like a bondage to his soul, and at this time, he even wanted to peel off his own skin, cut his own flesh and blood, break his own bones, and free himself from it.

This is a kind of difficult to describe in words, because when he wears the mask, what rises in Su Bai's heart is not a contempt for the things around him, but a contempt for himself.

I always feel that

It's not a pity to lose this body, it's better to destroy it,

It is this emotion that invisibly strips Su Bai's consciousness from this body, no longer feeling his own pain, and no longer experiencing his own joy.

Only left,

Slaughter!

When Su Bai walked, he limped, but he walked very firmly, the blood kept flowing on his body, and his skin was constantly changing, this was the vampire bloodline repairing Su Bai's body, but maybe it was because the injury was too serious, so it was very slow and slow, of course, the most important reason should be that he needed blood, fresh blood,

With raw materials, some blood,

Vampire bloodlines can truly bring out their own characteristics.

Sun Zang was completely out of strength at this time, and he tried his best to lift the longbow again, but he kept failing, and even his left arm was broken, not because of his lack of strength, but because even if he had the strength, he couldn't use the broken arm to pull the longbow out of the arc again.

Su Bai kept approaching, maintaining a constant speed, although he limped, but it brought a greater kind of majestic pressure.

This may have something to do with personality.

There is a kind of him, he is not afraid to enter the story world, that is, similar to Su Bai, he has not been summoned into the story world by the horror broadcast for a long time to loosen his muscles and bones and be tossed, but he thinks about it and feels itchy and unbearable.

Therefore, it is not easy to justifiably meet an audience member in the real world who can be killed, it is like a pervert who is hungry for women to a certain extent, and suddenly sees a fair woman stripped naked and standing in front of him and dancing.

"Negotiable?"

Sun Zang said weakly.

Didn't kill Su Bai like this, Sun Zang has completely given up, in fact, Sun Zang doesn't have much to complain about in his heart, he just feels very aggrieved, yes, very aggrieved, if it weren't for the damn rules of horror broadcasting, in the real sense of the story world, how could the man in front of him beat the three of them like this!

In other words, if the three of them had shown a momentum at the beginning that they would rather be broken than destroyed, and put on a determination to advance and retreat together even if they completely violated the rules of terrorist broadcasting, maybe, the person in front of him would not be so arrogant.

Zhao Yawen will not die, and she will not fall to this step.

Su Bai staggered over, and in the face of Sun Zang's words, Su Bai only shook his head slightly, and then nodded again.

Sun Zang's eyes suddenly appeared with a hint of hope, most people still have a great fear of death.

It's just that at this time, Sun Zang seems to have forgotten how Su Bai killed Zhao Yawen before.

maybe

For a mentally ill person like Su Bai, killing people is indeed a kind of fun, so much so that an art has been derived, how to kill people, in order to maximize this pleasure.

For example, eating itself is a kind of pleasure, and food, with all the color, flavor and flavor, is to magnify the pleasure of food to a greater extent.

Su Bai, who wears a mask, has become a machine controlled by his negative emotions, of course, this is also what Su Bai himself is happy with.

"There's something I want to talk to you about. ”

Su Bai spoke, his voice was a little weak, with a little tiredness, in fact, Su Bai was also seriously injured, but better than Sun Zang, and besides, Su Bai could still shoot now.

Sometimes, it is indeed more convenient to simply pull the trigger than to open the bow and arrow, as the Qing Dynasty monk Lingqin cavalry charged against the guns of the British and French forces.

"Say, you say. Sun Zang pursed his chapped lips, looking very urgent, he could talk, he could talk, he could talk, he could bargain, there was no problem, and even took out his remaining story points to exchange things for Su Bai, there was no problem at all, as long as he was alive, as long as he could live, this was the foundation, this was a must, this was the final bottom line, the bottom line was still there, everything was negotiable.

"What did you shout when that arrow came out just now?" asked Su Bai.

"What?" Sun Zang was a little puzzled, he didn't know what Su Bai was asking for this.

"You know...... Is it Japanese?"

Sun Zang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I just feel that it feels good to shout that paragraph with my own skills, so I keep shouting with this sentence." ”

"Oh, then you shouted wrong, you just shouted probably to eat me with a sword, a sword of a long sword, not an arrow for archery. ”

As soon as the words fell, Su Bai had already raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at Sun Zang's chest.

Sun Zang's whole person was almost petrified, and with the last trace of a mosquito-like voice, with a full of disbelief, he asked:

"You just want to talk...... This?"

"Hmm. Su Bai nodded very seriously,

And then

"Bang!"

The gun went off.

........................

Any society has its own class, human society or group society, is composed of one class after another, in the fiery years, there were many ancestors with lofty dreams who wanted to break this class system and establish a free society where everyone is equal, but the reality of decades has completely broken this illusion, or rather, dreams, have always been so full, and reality, always so skinny.

For example, the hospital where Su Bai lives now is not open to the society, only accepts special patients, and those who can see a doctor here are all people with not simple identities.

Su Bai's assets are being handed over and transferred, Su Bai did not say that he would donate his share to the Hope Project, because in Su Bai's view, donating money to those so-called institutions is a greater sin, Su Bai's idea is actually very simple, divide his equity and assets under his name, and transfer them if they can be transferred, and try not to affect the continued operation of the group established by his parents.

It was Xun'er who took advantage of her connections and arranged Su Bai into this hospital.

At this time, it was early in the morning, Xun'er was sitting on the edge of Su Bai's hospital bed peeling apples for Su Bai, and Chu Zhao was sitting on a chair, a little listless.

After a while, Su Bai stretched his waist slightly, the injuries on his body were actually fine, and he would be able to raise them, and during this time, the hospital would continue to give Su Bai blood transfusions at the request of Xun'er, and fresh blood would be injected into the body every day, it would be difficult for Su Bai not to recover early, and because of the particularity of this hospital, there were no restrictions on some medical process arrangements.

"Have you got all the things?" asked Su Bai.

Xun'er sent the sliced apple to Su Bai Su Bai's mouth, Su Bai smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to eat it.

At this time, Chu Zhao came to his senses, took out a bag beside him, put it on Su Bai's hospital bed, and at the same time took out the things inside one by one.

A purple awl, a longbow and a few arrows, and a few other bits and pieces.

The purple awl should be Zhao Yawen's thing, and the longbow is naturally Sun Zang's thing.

"Divide it. Su Bai said.

Xun'er was a little surprised and said, "How embarrassing is this." ”

Chu Zhao also shook his head, "You worked so hard to get the loot, how embarrassed are we to take it directly." ”

"You owe it to me. Su Bai didn't care, he didn't really value these things, he paid more attention to the sensory experience when chasing and killing those people, and a more literary way of saying that Su Bai valued the process more than the result.

Of course, there is another very important reason, Su Bai called Chu Zhao and Xun'er or shared the location, and let them be responsible for cleaning up the battlefield after the aftermath, since they were involved, with their relationship with Su Bai, let the family go home empty-handed, then the relationship between the three of them will be completely broken, after all, Chu Zhao and Xun'er are only experiencers now, it is the time when they need magic weapons and weapons the most, and they are also the most eager to have the power to protect themselves.

Su Bai knew that he and Chu Zhao and Xun'er were a little different from himself and the monk and the fat man, there was affection between the three of them, sometimes the affection was very worthless, but sometimes the affection was also very valuable.

Xun'er and Chu Zhao glanced at each other, Xun'er put away the purple awl, and Chu Zhao put away the longbow.

Neither of them said thank you, because it was a bit too perfunctory to say thank you at this time.

"I usually practice a lot, even if it's an experience task, it's not impossible to get story points. Su Bai reminded, and then, he shrunk into the bed, "I'm tired." ”

Xun'er and Chu Zhao understood and left the ward, but the two of them did not leave, but stayed in the escort room next door.

Su Bai closed his eyes, feeling that the condition in his body had basically stabilized, and then reached out and took out a small bottle from the drawer of the bedside table, twisted the small bottle open, and aimed the mouth of the bottle at the center of his eyebrows.

The nail first scratched the center of his eyebrows, scraping a bloody mark, and then, the drop of blood in the small bottle also dripped down.

It landed right on the wound.

Come on

Evolve!(To be continued.) )