"He fainted, I saved him, and he didn't know that I saved him..."

"No..."

Confucius shook his head, as if he had figured out something, picked up his arm, and there was a slight energy fluctuation in the palm of his palm, and he brushed it against Zongren's face.

There was a crunch.

Zong Ren, who had just passed out in a coma, felt the severe pain in his face, and a slight sense of comfort mixed with the pain, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the Confucian in front of him a little dazedly, at a loss.

With his wisdom, he didn't understand why Confucian wanted to slap him in the mouth.

Could it be that he is in a trance, and if he wants to heal his injuries, he needs to be woken up first?

"I'm going to save you!"

"Remember, I saved you!"

Confucian looked at Zong Ren, who had woken up, with a solemn expression, and said seriously.

...

Zongren was even more confused.

The next moment, wisps of violent energy swept through his whole body along his legs, in that familiar position.

This time it wasn't just the legs that hurt.

Zongren felt that his body was constantly tearing, healing, tearing, healing...

This repeated torture made his eyes widen to the maximum, and his body was constantly trembling.

He tried to control himself from shouting, but he only lasted about three seconds...

The terrible screams continued to echo in the outer city.

Why would anyone...

The energy is so special!!

In the house where the strange man lived, a strong man with chains all over his body stood at the broken window, his eyes cold, indifferently staring at the scene in the distance.

His eyes were even more fixed on Confucius.

After a long time.

The screaming stopped.

Confucius looked at Zongren, who had recovered half of his injuries, and retracted his energy with satisfaction.

Yu Mo said, save half of the life!

Cast a long line and catch big fish!

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Incense..."

His face was full of enjoyment, and when he opened his eyes again, he looked at Zongren and liked it.

This is an incense making machine.

"Don't be moved."

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

"You mortals have gone through too much of the world's suffering."

"I can't bear it."

Confucian Sheng's tone was vicissitudes, and his expression looked even more melancholy.

As for Zong Ren's painful expression, he automatically ignored it.

"Come on!"

"You can keep climbing!"

Confucian looked at Zong Ren encouragingly, and after saying this, he turned to leave, and his figure disappeared into the night.

Only Zongren was left lying on the ground stupidly.

Go on... Crawl?

Is this what Yu Mo means?

Crawl your way back?

Looking at his miserable appearance, Zong Ren's eyes flashed with resentment, but he quickly regained his calm.

He staggered to his feet, looked around, and struggled against the walls around him to get back to the door of the strange man's room, stooping down to pick up the crutch, and limping away with it.

If there is no way, stupid X will crawl and walk.

"He's not dead."

"Your friend's..."

Time looked at Zongren, who was gradually moving away, and spoke.

Yu Sheng shook his head: "After all, you have to die." ”

"But if you deliberately don't look at the employer's news, it will affect your credibility, which is not good."

He turned his head, looked at the backpack behind Time, and said seriously.

Time looked equally serious: "But you didn't remind me." ”

"We are all guilty."

"We are all guilty."

The two looked repentant and bowed their heads and whispered softly.

"Let's go, go back and hand in the mission."

Yu Sheng repented for a full three seconds before he looked up, whispered, and disappeared from the roof.

And time is to take out the remote control, looking at the screen, Yu Mo is still tenaciously dancing to the camera, constantly gesturing, and his body trembles.

Time was a little dazed: "Why is he... Don't push your own wheelchair back. ”

"It's not locked..."

She didn't quite understand.

As for the word dirty, there is not much concept.

She silently manipulated the wheelchair, and in Yu Mo's surprised expression, she controlled the wheelchair back to the room.

Put away the remote control, time jumps a few times, and catch up with the pace of the rest of your life.

The two disappeared one after the other.

Only Zongren, still stubbornly on crutches, walked lonely in this winter night, limping, and miserable.

Those 'vultures', looking at Zongren's departing back, their eyes were full of anger and fear.

Confucianism...

Although they hadn't seen it, what they had just used was clearly energy.

A person who can wield energy in Sin City is not an existence they can provoke in any way.

They hesitated, struggled, and finally timidly withdrew their gaze.

If they really had the courage, they wouldn't be what they are now.

Become what others call a 'vulture'.

In the final analysis, after all, it is still the most despised existence in the Sin City.

They were hungry, looking at the departing 'food', and finally dragging their tired bodies and rummaging in the wilderness, rummaging for all the food they could eat.

Leaves, bark ...

Or find some smaller corpse pit...

As long as they live, they have no scruples.

Until one day, he ate a bad stomach, or couldn't stand this torture, and died silently.

This...

It is the most real bottom in the city of sin.

……

"You want to kill Zongren?"

In the room, looking at the rest of his life who came back first, Yu Mo raised his head and asked.

"Hmm."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly.

Yu Mo's face turned black in an instant, and he took a deep breath: "You want to kill him, but you say it!" ”

"Let me, an old comrade, freeze outside alone for three hours!"

"Do you know how I spent these three hours?"

Thinking about that painful time, Yu Mo's face became darker and darker, and finally said lightly: "It's not too much to deduct 10 million wages, right?" ”

As he spoke, Yu Mo lowered his head slightly, looking gloomy, but the afterglow was quietly looking at the rest of his life.