Walking on the line of life and death, there will be some changes in mentality, whether it is Tebridge Dart who turns around and goes back to sleep or Muluo Bot who cleans the remains, everything that happened today will be remembered.

What does it feel like to kill your own kind for the first time? Everything about this person, his family friends, the people he has dealt with, every single person is incomplete because you killed him. The incompleteness is constantly distorted, constantly distorted, all changing, these changes, constantly expanding, spreading from every network, twisting more distorted, dirty more dirty, no matter what reason you kill him, no matter what reason he has for you to decide to kill him, the world, including you, is more distorted.

What is it like to be distorted? That is, you wake up every day, yesterday is as strange as another person, you are getting farther and farther away from your past, even telling your own story has to add layers of wrapping, so that those things, those unreliable memories, become the truth, as if you have done it yourself.

Muluo stared at the wreckage on the deck of the ship, everything bloody, everything that exuded blood, the smell that had made him vomit just now, now aroused some pleasure and appetite.

The throat in the shadows shook up and down, and he swallowed.

Then he completely unconsciously, with the constriction of his pupils and the furrowing of his brow to hide the offensive excitement, pushing it all towards the sea, a place where everything can be contained and swallowed.

The unmanned ship lost its divine power and remained in place. There are only two people who come to hunt down Muluo Bot this time, and the goddess is not omniscient and omnipotent, and this time fate is on Muluo Bote's side, if he hadn't moved the dining table to the deck when he did the laundry, if Muluo Bot hadn't finally mustered up the courage to climb up from the bottom of the ship, and even if David Chira Qi hadn't recited the "God said" that there could be no other action, the outcome might have been very different.

It's useless to say more, everything has already happened.

Mu Luo took off his armor and dragged the heavy and sharp long sword behind him, and now this sword has become the biggest support in Mu Luo's heart, and when he puts his hand on the sword, he can even faintly feel his father's breath.

Muluo curled up in the corner, the sun's light slanting, where the sun couldn't shine, his shadow slumped here seemed so natural.

Muluo felt that his life was like a joke.

I have been calculated by God since birth, and there are many messy things on my body that I have never heard of, and people who think they are absolutely reliable are hiding things about themselves from themselves, so why bother? Is a group of adults who treat me as mentally retarded? A group of adults who treat me as mentally retarded? The people who are concealed are really happy? Everything is for your good, so we don't let you see, we don't let you speak, we don't let you listen, as long as we are stupidly happy, waiting for the day when we will be slaughtered?" Bot remember the day of your expulsion, which is a shame for your eternal life, and the Goddess will punish you forever. "April 7th, I will remember it forever.

And then the girl you like?Has she ever succeeded in anything?Has she ever done anything that will help her?Is she a strong body or is she a great swordsmanship?There is very little knowledge of the sea, and she has no ability to support herself, to find what belongs to her.

Sitting here, it already looks like a person who has been dead for a long time. What is the difference between powerlessness and fate?

So Muluo Bot clenched his fists, and every young man did this, swearing that he would not do anything again, but must try to do it. Every young man will completely forget the vows they have made in a few minutes, hours, and days, and when others mention them, they will not admit it.

"I want to be strong, and in the future, I will exercise my body every day, hone my sword skills, and replenish my seafaring knowledge, and I will never be like this again, like April 7th, again. "Muluo Bot spoke so softly that he couldn't even hear it.

Muluo Bot listened to the sound of the tide drowning out his deep voice, and there were things on his ordinary face that he could not see, inferiority, pain and sorrow, he also felt the same, this was also a vow to send and let the ocean swallow it.

Because of Tebridge's loud snoring, Murlo Both, who used self-pity to escape the reality of the murder, spread a quilt and sheets on the place where he killed David Chira, and slept on pillows and clothes for the night.

The next day, after waking up and packing up the things on the deck, Murloch Bot began his fitness program, running around the ship in armor.

Tebridge Dart got out of bed, looked at him in earnestness as he ran laps, and thought he was stupid. He weighed Muluo Bot's heavy sword again, and shook his head, this is the fat youth captain-level standard sword among the heavy guards of Cold City, if you want to wield this sword to fight, Muluo Bot needs to have special training and that kind of unique power skills, these are just the basics, the fat youth army that uses this weapon, the kind of coordinated formation, the kind of experience of many battles. Mullo Bot practiced like this, and this thing was like a mace.

Tebridge Dart took another look at the armor on Muluo Both, and tsk, this was not a complete pair of armor, it was everywhere missing, and these deficiencies made the armor that was too heavy to be unbearable for normal people to be more than three times lighter. This armor is also famous, why is the Cold City Heavy Guard called the Cold City Heavy Guard, why can the Cold City let the crowd gather in the depths of the eternal night, and make people bustle in the no-man's land, all relying on this Cold City standard heavy armor, Mu Luo's outer armor and power support and auxiliary power machinery have been removed, and Mu Luo can be said to be exercising in underwear.

"Muluo, stop, don't bother, I know what you mean, it's true that you practice like this to no avail. If you want to go to Cold City to inherit his position in the Fat Youth League, as Old Bot wished, then you must first find out what else he left for you on this ship. Tebridge Dart watched Mu Luo run around him twice to brush his sense of existence, and naturally understood that Mu Luo had those little calculations in his heart, he didn't know how to practice himself, and he hated himself for being too weak, so he asked me to hug my thighs and ask for a way.

Today's children will always be inexplicably shy, and looking at it this way, it is still a little cute.

So the two dark shadows looked at each other and smiled. Anyway, they couldn't see the expressions on each other's faces.

"Muluo, do you know how people fight?" Tebrich Dart didn't rush to ask Muluo Bot to find something, but asked him.

"God and force, God and God's believers can use God power and force, and those who have no believers can only rely on force. "Muluo still knows something about this.

"And then, how do you judge if you can beat the person in front of you?"

"I didn't know until I beat it. ”

This answer, Wu'an people probably like it very much. You see why I can see at a glance that this sword and armor belong to the Fat Youth League, and you don't know anything, and you are wearing your knees like a fool, just because I know more than you, read more books, and know more people than you, you understand? Each weapon has a rough form of attack, each legion has its own unique characteristics, and each race has its own favorite weapons and exclusive characteristics, which seem like you don't know anything, and the more you know, the more you can determine based on the details, whether you can fight or have to escape. And that's just the surface of the battle. You have something to learn, and when you're your age, my father-in-waiting, who wanted me to be a temple guard, has instilled in me the last bit of his knowledge of combat. Tebridge Dart said the end with a proud voice.

Make a wish to yourself

Mundane

A young man with low self-esteem

At worst, it's an unfulfilled vow

At worst, it's the same as when you make a vow to that God

I can't get a response to my wishes