At about half past eight o'clock in the evening, when the wind and rain stopped, the crisp air made pedestrians happy to stroll the streets, but they also need to pay attention to the puddles on the side of the road. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was probably one of Saza's rare night trips, and it was on Eighth Street. Looking at the colorful and beautifully decorated Eighth Street, he couldn't help but feel that his life was really lacking some color. The time was almost up, and after drinking the three tones of juice on the table, he stood up and walked across the street.

"Marcy Defoe," that's the underlined name, "Location: Stu Seafood Restaurant; Working hours: 6 p.m. to 1 a.m.; Tip: After half past eight, there will be a period of free time at the seafood restaurant, when Marcy usually finds an opportunity to smoke or something in the alley at the back door. Maybe you can say 'Hi' to him at this point. -- Hilton's tip"

The stained blue door opened, and a sturdy boy stepped out, looking down and pulling out a cigarette and matches.

"Hey, Marcy!"

The boy looked up and it was his colleague Terry, who was always the first to smoke here. Marcy stopped what he was doing and walked over to Terry, "Did you get your salary today?" ”

"No, I didn't even get last week's salary. "The good days are coming to an end, and this is my last cigarette." ”

Marcy leaned against the wall, sighed, and said, "Yes, the old guy Sturf has always refused to pay his salary because of the last incident, and I was thinking that if I don't pay my salary tomorrow, I won't come." ”

"I advise you not to do stupid things, don't you know who is in charge of this seafood restaurant?" Terry was about to say something, and a shout came from inside the small blue door, "Terry, lazy moth! Where did you die?"

"Here we go!" Terry replied with a loud throat pull, turning to Marcy, "Fucking fat pig again! With that, he spat and walked through the blue back door.

When there was only one person left, Marcy dared to pull out his cache, which was a pack full of cigarettes. Truth be told, he's not an addict, and most of the time, he only needs a cigarette roll to relieve his fatigue after the busiest part of the day, which is right now. Unlike Terry's smokers, who smoke at least four or five times a day.

The people who work here as temporary workers are not all people who are so poor that they can't eat, they just obey the arrangement, and of course obedience also has a relative reward, in addition to the daily salary, they can also buy these cigarettes at a relatively low price.

He picked among the cigarettes, and he needed a well-preserved cigarette roll, although at the end of the day, the crooked cigarette rolls could not be thrown away. Suddenly, he found a cigarette that was still stained with blood, and he stopped rummaging and pulled out the cigarette roll. A moment of suffocation made him desperate for the feeling of smoke passing through his lungs, and he sparked a spark and lit the cigarette.

The cigarette butt that had just been lit suddenly fell straight to the ground, and Marcy didn't even have time to taste it. But now he shouldn't be worried about cigarettes, "Who is it?!" Marcy jumped up from the wall and reached for a stick beside him. No one answered.

As soon as he touched the stick, it suddenly snapped and broke in two. Wait, this trick......

Two more blue flashes scraped Marcy's ankle and wrist, and the injury to his foot forced him to lean against the wall again.

"It's you!" he vaguely guessed, but because there was no street light at the other end of the alley, he could only see a dark figure standing there. The man still didn't answer, he just got closer.

Marcy felt a wave of fear, and he tried to run away from the pain in his feet, but was hit in both calves by two blue lights again. As a warrior, this pain can still be endured, he straightened his body, so two more blue lights cut his legs, he struggled again, and then two green lights. A sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him, and he could only sit on the ground and turn to see the dark shadow getting closer and closer.

Little by little, the man stepped under the light. Sure enough, it was him, the magic apprentice in the morning, the very strong magic apprentice. "What do you want to do?" he asked, moving back.

Saza, of course. He's been waiting here for a long time, and if he hadn't waited for this guy, who would want to stay in this filthy and stinking alley for a second longer?

He walked slowly towards Marcy and used his hands to dispel the smell of tobacco that remained in the air. He bent down and asked, "Didn't you guess very well just now?" ”

At that moment, Marcy had a sudden attack, trying to capture the magic apprentice, melee combat is always the final word of the warrior!

In an instant, the six wind blades that had been brewing for a long time slashed at Marcy's body. Saza must admit that a warrior's physique is better than the average person. If he had been hit by six wind blades at such a close distance, he might have fainted in pain. And this Marcy remained awake.

"Please, give me a little mercy, please......" Marcy saw the gap between them, and he struggled to his knees and pleaded bitterly.

At that moment, Saza's heart felt a wave of pleasure for no reason, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't control the pleasure that spread through him, which made his blood flow so fast that he wanted to laugh. He tried to contain his somewhat sick emotions, stepped forward and put his hand on the head of the painful man, "Not tonight, Marcy, not tonight. ”

Saza pulled the dagger from his waist, and now it wasn't the first time it had been stained with human blood. The dagger was lifted little by little. At that moment, the blue door suddenly opened. The people inside shouted without looking, "Come back and help!" Marcy, you lazy tempor!"

When the fat man saw what was going on, he yelled, "Damn!" and rushed out with a kitchen knife in his hand, yelling inside, "Everybody, get out of here!"

As Saza turned his attention to the fat man rushing out, Marcy at his feet suddenly used all his strength to get up and run out of the alley, running away like a wounded wild dog, stumbling and bumping, but bursting with an unparalleled desire to survive.

Saza's target is Marcy, and he's not here to play. He quickly turned his head to chase Marcy, but the fat man also swung his knife at him.

With a flash of his body, Saza dodged the fat man's clumsy attack, and was about to make up for him with a wind blade, when seven or eight boys with blades had rushed out of the small blue door, unlike this sluggish fat man, they should all be war students. With this move, Saza didn't think he could take advantage of anything.

You have to find a way quickly, or you will be stabbed. Saza was well aware of this. He summoned the Beast Ring in his left hand and formed a magic circle as he ran out of the alley. The group of war cadets behind him had already chased closer and closer, but fortunately, the wind tooth had also been concluded. Turn around, "Crack!"

In the narrow alley, the power of the Wind Tooth has also been invisibly increased, but this time Saza cast a simple version of the Wind Tooth. A gust of wind filled the alley, and there seemed to be countless indistinct teeth in the wind, tearing at the war cadets, and soon they fell to the side of the road with bruises.

After taking out the pursuers, Saza began to track Marcy for the blood on the ground. The fact that the poor creature had chosen to flee to an increasingly secluded place was exactly what Saza wanted.

Finally, the blood stopped, in front of a tin bin.

Saza flicked his blade through the garbage can, and sure enough, there was a cry of pain. He opened the bin and pulled Marcy inside, "Are you ready?" he asked, "I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago!"

The dagger in his hand stabbed into the body of the poor worm that was already powerless to resist, one and two, "I'm a mage who likes to use daggers, aren't I?" Three knives, the thrill of revenge eroded Saza's mind for a while, and at the fourth knife he couldn't control himself and wanted to stab Marcy in the heart.

Fortunately, a strong hand stopped him.

"Mentor Luke?" Saza turned around and saw a face he would never have guessed.

"Don't be stupid, Saza!" Luke grabbed Saza, "Come with me!"

After the two left, the people from the seafood restaurant soon arrived.

A dozen or so people stopped in front of the dumpster where Marcy was, and a middle-aged man led by him said fiercely, "! Do you see clearly? Are you sure it's Neville's student?"

"Please, boss, we're just hurt by wind magic, do you think it's Neville's?, and I heard that Marcy used the knife in the morning!, isn't it obvious enough?"

"Tomorrow let Hearn find this magic apprentice who declared war. The middle-aged man shook off a sentence and prepared to leave.

"Boss," the cadet called out, "should you give us some money, he's not lightly injured." The cadet pointed to Marcy, who had passed out.

"Whatever you want, but don't try to swindle anyone from me. The middle-aged man walked away without looking back.

Looking at the man who scolded and left, the war cadets present were stunned, and they were silent.

A voice broke the deadlock: "Come on, come on, one person out a little, get together, get together, I still have 12 copper coins here." "It's Terry who talked to Marcy before.

12 copper coins, at least two days of cigarette money. The others set their sights on this generous man, and the people present were all paid less than 5 copper coins a day. No more.

"I'm out 5. Another voice rang out.

"I'm out of four. ”

"I'm out ......"

"I said, can we get the money together when it's time to settle the bill? Or if we continue to stand here, the money we put together should be enough for a simple cremation. ”

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