"Well, then let me accompany you bastard. www.biquge.info "Maffeo stretched, and then sat down next to Marcos. At the moment of intimate contact with the beach, Maffeo felt more relaxed than ever.

Marcos stared at the horizon in the distance without saying a word, the dawn had not yet arrived, and what he might have been looking forward to was that light. Ironically, the sun will rise behind him.

"Here, you're going to love this. Maffeo carefully pulled a black vial from his pocket and handed it to Marcos.

"What is this?" said Marcos strangely, taking the bottle.

Maffeo made a drunkard look, "Your favorite thing." ”

"Oh, that's so similar. Marcos couldn't help but be amused by Maffeo's performance. "You're saying this thing is wine?"

"You guessed it. ”

Marcos uncorked the black vial with interest, and after trying to taste the liquid inside, he didn't hesitate to give his appreciation: "Look at this, tell me where you got it?"

"Delicious, right?" Maffeo nodded. "You know, some guys might hide a little bit of this thing, you'd be hard pressed to see it in a normal tavern. ”

"Just say it. ”

Maffeo leaned in and whispered, "I stole it from Randall." "He looked like a thief with a weak heart.

"You treacherous thief. Marcos gave Maffeo a gentle nudge, and despite his own great interest in all things delicious, he could not approve of Maffeo's approach.

"You'd better get this back. Marcos stuffed the cork back into the bottle and tossed it back to Maffeo.

And all this seemed to play into Maffeo's hands, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Marcos, whose reflex arc was too short, knew in an instant that he had been tricked, and he hurriedly reached out to take the black vial back, but Maffeo was just teasing him, and he kept distancing his right hand holding the vial from Marcos. Later, the latter almost crawled over to snatch the bottle, which created a scene of the two fighting on the beach.

"You cunning bastard, show me how you learned this little trick. Maffeo was no match for Marcos after all, and Marcos's rogue moves forced him to throw the bottle on the beach. Marcos finally succeeded, kicking Maffeo out of the way, crawling over and snatching the bottle back.

"Damn, it hurts me. Maffeo kept flicking the little finger of his right hand, and for more than ten seconds, it was almost cut off by Marcos. "You drunkard. He spat out.

Marcos smiled and gasped, "Don't feel... You can beat me. ”

"Good, you won, you're satisfied. Maffeo waved his hand.

"Very satisfied. Marcos propped his hands on the sand, looking like a scoundrel.

"Enjoy your victory. Maffeo stood up and shook the sand that had been stained in the fight, and he seemed to be concerned about what was on his clothes, which was said to make him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

After taking a few sips of the cocktail in the black vial, Marcos asked again, "So, can you tell me the truth?"

Maffeo looked at him and smiled helplessly: "This is a bet I made with Randall, luckily, I won him in that practice fight, otherwise how do you think you bastard can drink such wine?"

"Really?" Apparently Marcos' attention was no longer on the wine, he was more interested in the fact that Maffeo had won Randall in the practice battle. "You won Randall?"

Maffeo sat down again, "That's true. ”

"I'm really going to impress you, Maffeo. Marcos said cynically.

"Whatever you want......" Maffeo muttered quietly.

"Anyway, I think we should continue to enjoy the silence, meaningless slapping is too tiring, isn't it?" Marcos looked back at the distant horizon.

Everything seemed to fall silent again, and the two never talked about anything more. For the two of them, it is already very rewarding to be able to enjoy a peaceful time like this. Now Maffeo is finally starting to feel a little bit of Marcos's true intentions, though he doesn't yet know what crazy things are going to happen to him today.

Perhaps it is better to describe the feeling of the two at this time as frozen in time, until a dawn is ushered in behind the two of them, and they are free from this dream-like beauty. Facing reality is always unavoidable, but they have good intentions.

"Come on, then. Marcos stood up suddenly.

"Are you going to start?" asked Maffeo, looking up.

"What's the matter, you're scared?" Marcos teased.

Hearing this, Maffeo hurriedly stood up, but he almost lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground. Seeing this, Marcos hurriedly smiled: "Hey, hey, hey, or forget it?" he was stimulating Maffeo.

"you, Marcos!" Maffeo raised his middle finger.

"Well said. ”

There aren't too many rules between the two, which means that the two can use all their tricks. Maybe it's a farce in itself, but if it brings joy, why not?

From the start, Maffeo understood what Marcos meant. He wanted the two of them to run towards the sunrise, and while he didn't know what it would mean for him, he at least wouldn't be bothered by it.

At first, the two remained on the same level. It wasn't until he had reached about 300 meters that Maffeo began to feel a little overwhelmed. I don't know if it's because of the terrain, but the leg force on the beach is much greater than on ordinary roads. Anyway, his pace slowed down, and to be honest, he really didn't expect running on the beach to be so tiring. Marcos's taunt rang out as a matter of course: "What's the matter, man......? Isn't it working anymore?"

"Shut your beak, Marcos. Maffeo scolded.

"Well, I'll go first!" Marcos sped up like a machine that didn't know what it was, and Maffeo looked at him in surprise as he raised sand behind him, he had never known that Marcos's physical strength was so good.

"Smug bastard......" Maffeo gritted his teeth, at least in this matter, he couldn't completely lose to Marcos, so he bit his tongue and used all his strength to accelerate forward.

It's just a simple process, but the most important thing is to know how to enjoy it. Maffeo felt his sweat burning, a feeling that was fundamentally different from the burning sensation he felt when he liberated Kazan. The former made him feel alive, while the latter he could only feel endless disgust and killing. He listened to the sound of his boots rubbing against the sand, sweat soaking his body inadvertently. With the first rays of the morning sun shining on him, life seems to be best interpreted at the same time.

Marcos observed Maffeo's situation out of the corner of his eye, without a clear finish line. He slowed his pace abruptly and allowed Maffeo to overtake him, who didn't notice it. But because of this, Marcos can make such a move with confidence. So after Maffeo had surpassed him by about a dozen meters, Marcos stopped and said loudly, "Hey......! Lost!"

Maffeo didn't seem to hear Marcos's voice, and he continued to run forward until Marcos ripped his throat open again and roared. Maffeo felt more tired than he had ever felt as he collected his pace, and he was surprised that he had beaten Marcos.

"Well done, dude......" Marcos crossed his waist and watched as Maffeo walked slowly towards him with a tired and bloody appearance.

"I ...... Win?" asked Maffeo tentatively.

Marcos nodded, "I'm underestimating you." ”

Maffeo collapsed on the sand, gasping for air, thinking that the last thing he wanted to see now was clear drinking water.

A kettle slammed into his arms, and Maffeo shrugged as he followed the jug's flying path. "Enjoy the victory, now you are the true master of this sentence. ”

Maffeo greedily opened the kettle and poured water down his throat, and Marcos smiled and shook his head when he saw this.

After drinking most of the water in the kettle, Maffeo began to calculate how far he had run. After checking the distance repeatedly, he still couldn't figure out exactly how far he had run, so he turned to Marcos for answers: "We...... How far did you run?"

Marcos turned his gaze in the direction the two had come, "Probably...... 2 miles to it. ”

"It's really tiring......" Maffeo sighed.

"How does it feel?" asked Marcos, smiling as he crouched next to Maffeo.

"Not bad. Maffeo replied without hesitation.

"Right!?"