He rolled in the rain and barely stood up, exclaiming in his heart

――How so!??

That guy

Breathe quietly and deeply.

Just in the blink of an eye.

He began to enter a different state!??

It's not at all.

Even if it is poisoned, it is still weirdly strong!

Houxi's sleeves were smeared with blood, his heart was worried, and he couldn't take his eyes off Ying Xiong.

"Surprised?!" Ying Xiong laughed, "but undeniably, this is my potential!" He was so excited that he found that his limbs were stiff and he couldn't move.

Houxi replied, "Nothing surprising." And then he asked, "Are you back? Did you have an accident? This process is going on much earlier than I expected."

"Well, as you might expect, there were some surprises." A man walked out of the depths of the rain, holding a paper umbrella in one hand and a bag on his shoulder, as if he was sick and his face was declining." Need help?" he asked.

"No, you stupid fool who can't do enough to do more than fail! The outcome is decided! You don't have to make a move, and you don't have to worry about it! He's my prey.I'm going to solve it myself," Hou Xi pointed into the distance, "It's Bi Lan who needs help, he's been taken away.You go chase after him!"

He seemed to want to say something, but gave up." Okay," he just reached out slightly, and instantly sucked the giant snake from Benying Xiong's body into his sleeve.

"Remember, don't move, don't get stabbed to death."

"You too."

Ying Xiong waited calmly until the man was far away before asking. You're not in a hurry?"

Houxi raised his eyebrows, "What's the hurry?"

"He's alone with my partner, maybe too much to handle, and to be honest, I don't really expect him to behave."

"Don't underestimate him." White nails become sharp." I'm not impatient to play games with you, so let's die!"

Residents gradually walked out of the alleys and houses, but no one reached out to help, and the struggle lasted for an unknown amount of time between the rain and blood.

The back stream fell again in the rain.

Stood up again.

"There are two hits! It's a pity that your current skills are not enough." Ying Xiong came into contact with those stubborn brown pupils again and again, and was very curious: "Life is short, but what drives you to persist so much? Is it worth it? We are not enemies!"

Because he remembered the cry and the death.

"Sometimes, there's no escaping a fight, especially when I might lose someone important." He stood up, his throat stiffened, "I swear I will never accept this fate again, even if I exchange my life for it, and I will not only have tears, I will get back what I have lost!"

"Good." He smiled, "You are not a warrior, but we all fight with faith."

Hou Xi sneered, "That's right! I forgot to remind you." He wiped the corners of his mouth, only to feel a piece of blood in his mouth hinder his tongue. I'm not here to stop you, stupid big man! I'm going to kill you!"

Ying Xiong shouted: "Shut up!"

Houxi index finger touches the frontal brain and no longer speaks.

Then the battle resumes again.

Between the icy rain, the dark and dreary rainy day,

Fist to fist, flesh to meat.

Houxi's moves are changeable, changing many times between straight punches, speed punches, impacts, elbow strikes, hand knives, back peak punches, kicks, and leg sweeps.

A punch hit! Houxi was deformed and flew out upside down.

Angry screams, angry screams will be heard.

splashing,

How fierce was this violent battle, the ground shattered, and the houses broken.

Ying Xiong suddenly sank his feet, twisted Houxi's fingers with force, and grabbed his arms with both hands and fell wildly, in an instant, Houxi's back hit the ground hard, almost unable to move, but the bone spurs between his palms broke through the flesh and went straight through the opponent's left eye.

Poison or pain makes the giant howl, and the terrible dizziness is unbalanced.

He just watched as his opponent fell, and then without hesitation, he stepped forward and grabbed his head, breaking his neck neatly.

"I said, don't get in the way, or I'll kill you!" Then, shaking his tense shoulders and raising his hands in grief, "You clansmen are on top, the white river is flowing along, tooth for tooth!"

It's time to say the other side,

The songs on the balcony are melodious, so light that they seem to be in the ears, but they can't be heard clearly.

"It's beautiful!" said Rudolph, commenting on the sleeping woman in his companion's arms, with a delicate face, a small chin, and a delicate nose, and a morbid delicateness, which was pitiful.

"Hmm" from the tone of voice, his accomplice should also be a woman.

"Have you spied on her memories?"

She shook her head, not in denial, but in sympathy for what had happened to her.

Rudolph sighed and changed the subject. How is Ying Xiong, why can't I feel his consciousness now?"

"Because he activated the 'Heart Eye' without permission, so I can only cut off our contact with him, for your sake, the Heart Eye will increase the user's extreme reflexes, and your mind will not be able to accept the complicated information of the Heart Eye."

Rudolph pursed his lips, "I really want to thank you for that," and said silently in his heart, "Of course, I'm more used to using my mouth than talking in my heart."

The other person quickly replied, "No." She turned her head and looked into Rudolph's languid eyes. Someone's coming."

"Oh, that's interesting, Miss Shao Ai?"

Shao Ai was silent, and then her vision seemed to turn, and the raindrops through the house instantly entered the consciousness of the person who came.

This person

It also exists in Bilan's memory.

Is it a friend of Bilan?

His world is not big, not small.

The picture of memory is like a spinning windmill, speeding through the pages of a blurry but clear picture book.

That's all he remembers,

Love, compassion, hope, will, greed, hatred, fear.

The deeper it goes, the more obscure it becomes.

She began to reach out to the deepest of his hearts, the most obscure strings.

Someone who pipes this string called the heart.

Compassion?

The two are obviously unrelated, but they are very familiar.

Finally, there is a vague and melancholy page that attracts her attention, making her curious and nostalgic: a woman with red sleeves like a breeze, sitting on a fallen tree, stepping on a dead body, with a confused expression.

For some reason, she felt familiar.

So I tried to make the picture clear, the rotation changes, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the day is a day, white is yellow, yellow is black.

But the closer you get to the truth, the more you just want to vomit.

She saw a young man standing in the middle of it with his back to her, bowed his head.

As soon as the screen turns,

The ugly monster spewed flames, the bloody fire burned, and the boy turned his back to him, crying helplessly in front of him. She watched coldly, witnessing the fragments of memory. In an instant, the boy turned his head and glared at her.

"Who?" she asked, just because she felt a shadow in the corner that was becoming clearer.

The man in front of him stood alone in the darkness.The distant mountain-like pupils were different from before.Flowing with fishy, stacked filth.Shame and anger clinging to each other.Revealing deep hatred, but the whispered tone was close to roaring: "Get out of my head!! get out of my head!!"

The resentment was unprecedentedly cold, and it still shivered until the sky was clear.