What he said, "I'm dying", is naturally not that he is about to die at the hands of Qingming, but that there is something wrong with his body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The latter sentence I don't want to die is for Qingming.

Qingming only said lightly: "You must die!" ”

"But you can't kill me." Peng Meng smiled, "I traded those three arrows for a chance, a chance to survive." ”

Peng Meng looked at Qingming, "Since you stepped into this city, I have sensed this sun-shooting bow, you must know that apart from Old Man Chen and you, I am the most familiar with this bow, not to mention that I also have those three arrows." ”

"Even though I sent them to the Shi family not long ago, even if they made me look like this, I am the one who knows them best." Penmont was mad.

Qingming's eyes froze, "Are those three arrows that made you look like this?" ”

"Surprised, huh?" Peng Meng seemed to have finally found someone to talk to, with a palpitating smile in his eyes, "All gods are naturally divinistic, I was the one they chose, but then I betrayed Old Man Chen, they once wanted to fly away, but I imprisoned them. ”

"The arrow is mine, the bow is also mine, you have not experienced the power of shooting the sun arrow with this back bow, it is the power that can slaughter the gods, it is too powerful, it is addictive."

"I imprisoned them, and they will kill me, absorb my life force every day, and make me age ten times faster than a hundredfold."

"But who am I, so I transfuse blood every day to replenish my blood, and swallow a large number of medicinal stones every day, they want to grind me to death, why don't I have the idea of taming them, blood is the most poisonous medicine in the world, they suck my blood, and at the same time are tainted by my blood, although only a part, but over the years, the closer I get to death, the closer I am to taming them."

Qingming felt that Peng Meng was crazy, a man who was obsessed with arrows, an archer who fed arrows with his body, and Qingming felt the need to respect him, so he raised the bow in his hand.

The arrows appeared automatically, but this time it was the ten iron arrows that Chen Sanmad had created for him.

Peng Meng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "It's such a familiar taste, this is what Old Man Chen created for you?" ”

Qingming was surprised, so you can smell it?

"You think I'm talking so much nonsense because I'm crazy?" The corners of Penmont's mouth curled up into a mocking smile.

Qingming only then discovered that Peng Meng was connected to a tube behind him, through which a variety of colorful liquids flowed into his body.

Qingming looked at Peng Meng with some horror, "What the hell are you?" ”

"Something?" Peng Meng looked a little painful when he heard this, he was angry because of the pain, so he went crazy, "Since I can't become a human being, then I'll be a god." ”

The liquid injected into Pengmon's body made his body extremely terrifying, terrifying because it was ugly, because it was dirty.

Penmont's body became soft and sticky, as if it had been sporadicalized and marrowed, with a disgusting stench.

"God?"

Qingming sneered, "If the god is like you, no longer standing on the top, but lying on the ground, then the god is also quite pitiful." ”

"Pathetic?"

Peng Meng seemed to be poked in the sore spot, "I am the richest and most powerful person in this Sunset City, who do I need to be pitied?" Who is entitled to pity me? ”

He roared like a wounded dog.

Qingming bow,

A black bolt of lightning headed straight for Penmont.

Once again, Penmont's body was pierced, and foul blood flowed out, mixed with a shrill roar.

Qingming felt that something was wrong, it was too easy, it was too easy to shoot, this Peng Meng seemed to be too weak.

But Qingming did not hesitate, it was three arrows, in no particular order, the arrows carried the wind, wrapped in thunder and lightning and destruction, like destroying the world, and like opening the world, its power was too great, so big that the wind that it roared away turned into a sword that sharpened iron like mud and smashed everything around.

There was too much blood on the ground, and the black, pungent smell of blood was flowing slowly.

Peng Meng was laughing, and when the fifth arrow flew out, Peng Meng did not dodge, and even took the initiative to meet it.

It's like broken glass, crisp and unpleasant, but it's touching enough.

Penmont's filthy body dissipated, but then coalesced.

A man, a handsome old man, appeared in front of Qingming, he was not half stripped of his body, and his bronzed skin looked exceptionally healthy in the gradually setting sun.

Sunset Mountain was half shattered, and he paced through the rubble.

With a wave of his hand, a mechanical arm took out a set of clothes out of nowhere, Peng Meng put on a trench coat, and the blood in his body suddenly let go.

From a distance, a sun was rising on Sunset Mountain, because the golden blood was too strong and terrifying.

Qingming narrowed his eyes, and suddenly it became a little clear, this Peng Meng seemed to be borrowing his own hand to complete some kind of ritual.

"Thank you, my little brother." Peng Meng opened his mouth and said, his voice calm and with a hint of elegance and nobility.