"Crackle!"

Suddenly, the light that was a little dazzling suddenly went out in the sound!

"Boom!"

There was a dull sound of human bodies colliding.

In the dimness, Tails' infernal senses amplified the perception of light, but before he could notice what was happening, he felt his neck loosen - Dean's knife left his arteries and trachea.

"Dangchang!"

The knife falls to the ground.

Tails moved an inch back, grabbing his throat in horror as if grasping at a life-saving straw, soothing his breath as he soothed by the sin of the Prison River.

"Donglong—"

The clash between the bed board and the wardrobe is clearly audible, accompanied by the sound of fierce fighting.

"No!"

The next second, when Tails raised his head, he was surprised to find that the bald mercenary had already been wrapped around his neck by a pair of arms stretched out from behind, and he was dragged backwards!

Dean grabbed the bed and stomped on the ground to keep his balance from his opponent dragging him down, while twisting his head backwards in shock:

"Quickrope, you're-"

He couldn't go on.

Because I don't know when, the arms of the fast rope have long been tightly clasped together!

Strangled Dean by the neck!

Tails watched in amazement at this incomprehensible scene: in the hell senses, Fast Rope resolutely pressed behind Dean, locked the latter's neck with the bend of his left arm, resisted his struggle and resistance, and his eyes burst into a rare look!

Under Dean's incredulous face, the calm fastrope clasped his left arm and his right elbow and pressed his right palm against the back of the mercenary's head.

"You know, Dean ......"

The fast rope was almost behind Dean's left ear, and he said coldly in a tone that Tails had never heard before: "There are many mistakes and omissions in the outside world about Moral Walton. ”

Under the huge pressure on his neck, Dean looked hideous and his expression was painful, but he made an instant move, let go of the bed board and kicked the ground with his legs, and the whole person was thrown backwards!

"Bang!"

The back of the fast rope slammed into the cabinet firmly!

But the fast rope is still locked on the opponent's neck, and the two are still inseparable.

In Tails' opinion on the bed, the whole person of the fast rope was pushed against the cabinet by Dean, and even his legs were off the ground.

Tails was so shocked that he forgot to breathe.

This is not what he imagined, the "accident" that should have been.

No.

"He learned some skills from the Meteorite, but his results are really miserable......" Fast Rope's face was distorted, and his teeth were tightly closed, as if he was opening his mouth under the weight of a thousand catties.

In Dean's expression, the doubts slowly disappeared, and the surprise grew.

No.

No......

During the fight, Dean, who was flushed, gritted his teeth and swung his elbow and slammed back!

"Boom!"

The muffled sound of human bodies colliding hit.

The fast rope trembled slightly, but his face did not move at all, as if the blow was just tickling.

Dean's face grew more rosy, his eyes widening and his cheeks struggling.

In the next moment, the legs of the fast rope instantly clamped, and he clasped Dean's waist and abdomen from back to front!

"He may yearn for the life of a mercenary, but he is definitely not the kind of battle-hardened legend in it......" Fast Rope's expression became more and more solemn and fierce, and the arms that locked Dean's neck trembled slightly, like a taut bowstring, and the majestic strength of the square inch was faintly visible.

Tails watched in disbelief, his JC dagger already in his hand, but the juggling of two men and the jumble of thoughts made his choice difficult—the tip of the blade swaying between the two violently shaking.

"He may have received a lot of education, but his orc language is very poor, and he doesn't know much about intrigues...... "The fast rope still clenched his teeth, locking Dean's head and neck, his right palm forward, his left arm back, pushing and pulling, maintaining a strong pressure on the mercenary's neck.

On the other hand, the bald mercenaries are struggling more and more weakly.

His elbows struck and grabbed backwards in vain, rubbing and colliding violently between the cabinet and the human body, and his legs slammed the enemy on his back against the cabinet several times.

But these methods did not affect the firm eyes and nirvana of the fast rope in the slightest.

Seconds passed.

The anger and hatred in Dean's eyes faded away, replaced by fear.

And the fast rope did not let go.

No.

He still has a resolute expression, and he is holding on to his opponent's vital point.

It's like clasping a lover who will never let go.

It's as if it's going to be deducted until the end of the world.

"And, she, the woman he likes......" Fastrope lowered his head and said with difficulty.

His tone was full of pain.

As if realizing something, Dean looked up in fear at the last moment and looked at Tails with a dagger in front of him.

At the same time, the fast rope behind the bare head also raised his eyes and looked at the Star Prince.

Tails received two pairs of gazes: one full of incomprehensible remorse, and the other full of sad and indifferent determination.

Finally, after the struggle of the rabbits, a thrilling muffled sound spread through the room:

"Click!"

Dean's expression froze at this moment.

His hands hung limply, his legs slowly limped, and the fast rope on his back slowly slipped off the wardrobe.

The winner is decided.

For a moment, there were only two breaths left in the room.

One is careful, the other is the aftermath.

"That woman ......"

Fastrope lowered his head and hid his expression in the shadows.

"She's not a bitch. ”

He gasped, his voice trembling slightly.

"It's not. ”

The fast rope was still fastened to Dean's body for several seconds, even though the other man's wide eyes had lost their lustre.

Until Tails exhaled slowly and put down the dagger.

"Fast rope, this strangulation technique ......" Tails swallowed a dry throat.

"Where did you learn it?"

Fast rope seemed to suddenly react and come back to his senses from the state of life and death.

He sighed before curling the corners of his mouth and snorting softly.

"Look at your face, Tails, you already know, don't you. ”

Tails stared at the fastrope sitting on the ground in amazement, watching as he slowly let go of his arms, let go of his legs, and wrenched from Dean, who was out of breath.

An astonishing answer came to mind.

No.

"War is the art of deceiving the enemy......"

Tails muttered to himself, and the rare, wonderful, and unforgettable thrilling battle that had occurred not long ago on the southern border of Exter, on the rocky ground of Qiyuan City.

The Meteorite vs. the Dead Raven.

At that time......

In the dimness, the fast rope squeezed out a silent dumb laugh.

"What you just used is Tyronde's favorite strangulation technique for the 'Unquenchable Fire'," Tails looked in disbelief at the fast rope that slowly got up, watching him shake and hold on to the cabinet, "only in the White Guards of Dragon Sky City in the time of King Nunn......

"Legacy. ”

Tails clenched the dagger in his hand.

His gaze was locked on the fast rope.

The cheerful, happy, money-hungry mercenary who never forgets to promote a small business.

"You ......," Tails said bitterly.

The next moment, the fast rope stretched his limbs and took a few deep breaths, as if he was relieved from the state of the great battle mixed with tension and sorrow just now.

"It's time to reintroduce yourself, Tails. ”

With the bright smile he had seen for the first time in the desert, he held out his right hand to Tails.

The Prince of Stars hesitated and looked at the other's palms and took a step back.

With an indescribable feeling, Tails looked at the person in front of him.

This one looked less than thirty, with a freckled face, red hair, and a Comas accent, no matter how he looked, how he behaved, no matter from any angle, he ...... of young men.

I saw that he first withdrew his palm in embarrassment, and wiped it on his body as if he was sneering, and then said with a smile:

"Moral Bertram Nunn Walton. ”

"Also known as 'fast rope'. ”

At that moment, absolute silence reigned in this room.

Dean lay quietly on the ground, Quickrope smiling silently, and Tails froze in place.

For a whole few seconds, only the moonlight cared about this small world.

Tails stared blankly at the man in front of him, the man he had seen for the first time when he woke up in the desert.

Fast rope.

Moral.

And Dean in the Dark Room.

How so?

The doubts and incomprehensions in his heart were not diminished.

It is also becoming more and more tangled, mixed in one place, and chaotic.

"You know ......"

"When I was helping an unscrupulous aphrodisiac boss run the goods, I heard him say," Kuairope snorted softly and poked the body underground: "Around the Three Kingdoms of the Lost Sea, there is a team of powerful mercenaries, and there is a very knowledgeable and unique skill, it seems that he may be from the Northland from a noble background......"

Fastrope shrugged his shoulders, looked into Dean's blank eyes, and sighed softly with subtle emotion.

"In a way, his strategy was right. ”

"It's just a loss of intelligence. ”

There was still silence.

In the next second, Fast Rope slapped his ass and stepped over Dean's body, smiling brightly and happily, as if it was not him who had just killed the killer and mourned.

Faced with the "acquaintance" who had just cleared him of the siege, Tails took a step back vigilantly.

His gaze swept over Dean on the ground.

"By the way, I'm going to the tuba," by the moonlight, Fast Rope turned around and took out a roll of rough hemp rope and leaf paper from the cabinet, his smile was still the same, and he didn't seem to care about Tails' reaction: "Come along?"

He happily handed out a roll of hemp rope: "Don't worry, don't wait in line - there are two pits!"

But Tails looked at him with a complicated expression and did not speak.

JC is still in his hands.

No one knows how the Star Prince is feeling at the moment.

In silence, Fast Rope seemed to finally realize the atmosphere in front of him, and he retracted the hemp rope in a curt.

"Haha, just kidding," Fastrope exhaled, reluctantly stuffed the hemp rope and leaf paper back into the cabinet, and lifted the low-quality oil lamp that had been extinguished for a long time:

"Laugh, Tails, laugh. ”

In the suffocating silence, the Star Prince finally withdrew his gaze and spoke with difficulty.

"Why?"

Tails seemed to hear the friction in his throat from the dryness: "What......"

But the fast rope interrupted him.

Still with that optimistic, cheerful, simple, as if all problems can be easily solved.

"Why? Because ......"

He, Fast Rope, the real former Prince of Exeter, son of King Nunn, Moral Walton, bares a mouthful of white teeth at Tails, who is immersed in inexplicable emotions.

"Because life is heavy enough. Tails, especially for you and me. ”

The fast rope has a bright smile that makes people think deeply.

"Laugh. ”

"to make it lighter. ”

(End of chapter)