"Both of you are students of the South Gate Martial Arts School?"

No. 8 watched Su Jinqiu and Luo Peng standing side by side, and seemed to have a little talk about sex again.

"That's right."

"He's in it for love, what about you? What are you for? ”

No. 8 pointed at Luo Peng with his hand, and asked Su Jinqiu with his face.

"I'm here to witness love."

Su Jinqiu smiled and said this sentence that was both nonsense and fact.

"Friendship? It's so nice..."

No. 8 said with a little emotion, without the slightest hint of sarcasm.

"I don't know what you're up to... As long as we take the little fish away, this battle can be completely avoided. ”

Luo Peng knocked on his chest covered by "desperate", and the whole person exuded a dusty temperament.

"This is the way of the world, where meaningless battles follow one after another, and we cannot afford to refuse..."

No. 8 said a meaningful sentence, and then slowly stretched out his left hand, and just when he wanted to say the word "collapse", he suddenly found that the black fog around him seemed to be resisting his star position ability?

"Jinqiu, watch his hands... I suspect he hasn't shown his skills yet. ”

Luo Peng whispered, then turned his palm into a knife, and unexpectedly waved a dark knife light out of thin air, heading straight at the opponent!

"Woooooo

If there was a sobbing sound coming from the sword light, the scene was weird.

No. 8 raised his hand unhurriedly, and just where he had just touched it, the dark sword light suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke and poured into his body!

"What's your name?"

"I... I do not know. ”

In the noisy rainy night, surrounded by a sea of corpses and blood, the ignorant child looked at the tall man in front of him, muttering and answering his questions...

"Hmm!"

No. 8 suddenly covered his head, and the long-sealed memory actually cracked under the influence of the sword light!

"Boom!"

Even though his spirit had fluctuated slightly, No. 8 still caught Su Jinqiu's sword blade with his flesh palm for the first time.

"Grab the blade empty-handed, right? Let's see if you can take this... A thousand years of seclusion! ”

The thick black mist followed Su Jinqiu's palm into his back, and the violent dizziness and confusion instantly rushed straight to his brain, making him stand on the spot for a moment!

"Who are these you?"

"Dad, Mom, Auntie, Cousin..."

The boy swept the tragic faces around him one by one, and said almost numbly.

"Uhh

Fragmented memories kept flooding back to his mind, and Number 8 closed his eyes and roared, subconsciously wanting to stay away from these things.

"Huh!"

Another dark sword light struck quickly, hitting his chest, although there was no trace of scar on the surface, but the "knife light" still crawled into his body!

"The mission is to kill the whole family... Let me ask you again, who are these people? ”

"It's all my family... It's my family..."

The boy kept muttering to himself, and even took the initiative to walk towards the tall man in front of him...

"Whew!"

The Broken King Sword slashed through No. 8's chest, and when he didn't have time to react, Su Jinqiu made a decisive move, and hit him hard with one sword!

"Messy Slash..."

Luo Peng took a deep breath, and the metal on the blood hole in his chest began to tremble slightly, as if it was about to explode in the next second!

The gray sword light flew out of his hand, cut a cross, and slashed straight at the body of Number 8...

"From today onwards, your name is Number 8, and you are an official member of the Digital Warband... You can call me number 1, that's the name of your enemy, remember! ”

"I don't care what you're thinking, as long as it's under my hands, it's impossible to escape, commit suicide, or call for help... Unless you can be stronger than me. ”

"I just want to kill you..."

"Hahahaha! Of course, that's fine! It's still the same sentence, as long as you can be stronger than me! ”

No. 8 drooped his eyelids and saw the wound on his chest, and a smile suddenly appeared on his originally calm face...

"He's in... Laugh? Why? ”

Luo Peng clutched his chest tightly, the edge of the metal began to bleed again, he knew that he was about to reach his limit...

Su Jinqiu lifted the big sword and stabbed straight at No. 8's head, he knew that this was the last chance, he had been tortured by No. 4's ability for a long time before, and his physical strength had reached the limit, if he let the other party come to his senses, it would be the two of them who died...

"Poof!"

The turquoise sword pierced straight into the flesh, piercing the head that was not No. 8, only to see a dark arm firmly blocking in front of him, and a strange bucktooth boy suddenly appeared...

"It hurts... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ”

The bucktooth boy was stabbed by this sword and cried wolf, but he still didn't retreat, and stood in front of No. 8!

"This man can actually pass through my black mist?"

Su Jinqiu looked at this bucktoothed young man with a surprised expression, and only felt a little incredible.

"Why stop it? Why block it! ”

No. 8, who had come to his senses slightly, changed his previous calm, grabbed Whistletooth's hair roughly, and asked him loudly and angrily.

"You promised me... Reveal the woman's whereabouts to them, and teach me how to touch the stars... Why do you want to die now?! ”

Whistle Tooth asked the past fearlessly, and he deliberately chased after him, just to find No. 8 to "collect debts".

The Dark Street is a place with no human touch, and only Star Coins are the only communication rules.

Whistletooth has been here for almost twenty years, and he has a hunch that he will soon become like those "rotten boys", wasting his life on those flowers...

"Baoxin Pavilion" is a small nest carefully arranged by him, just to have a place to bury after death, and he was going to put it in such a mess, but the appearance of this white-robed man gave him a rare glimmer of light.

Wonderful stories such as stargazers, star abilities, warbands, schools, etc., were all revealed by the 8th during his casual chat.

These two men, who are five years apart, have no relationship of interest, they are just the objects of Pingshui meeting and farting and chatting.

But it is this pure relationship that makes Whistle Tooth find a trace of inexplicable warmth, not the kind of "brother" that the dark street gangsters say casually, but the "big brother" he unilaterally fantasizes.

If it was this kind of fighting and killing scene on weekdays, Whistle Tooth would definitely go straight away without saying a word, but when he saw that No. 8 was about to die under someone else's sword just now, he rushed out without hesitation, and even he couldn't figure out his thoughts...

"Hahahaha..."

Number 8 looked at the hysterical whistle boy in a daze, couldn't help but let out a wry smile, then gently patted his head and sat down on the ground.

"Brothers, I can take out all my net worth, just ask you to surround his life!"

Seeing the dejected appearance of No. 8, Whistletooth knew that if he didn't do something, these people would continue to do it!