A look of loss appeared on Tong Tong's face, and he lowered his head slightly.

"Hehe, there are some things that you still need to think about and analyze by yourself."

"No matter how much we say, it's useless."

"You can only rely on yourself to get out of this knot."

"Otherwise, there will always be regrets in my heart."

Old man An didn't continue to persuade him, but gently touched Tong Tong's head again, turned around and chatted with the others.

Tong Tong sat in the corner.

The organs on his body constantly emitted wisps of warm breath, which were transmitted into his body.

But there was no joy in Tong Tong's heart.

Minutes and seconds passed.

"In this world, there is nothing more than the word cause and effect."

"Today's cause, tomorrow's effect."

"Everything is predestined at the very beginning."

"When you first met, you did good to them."

"At the end of the curtain, the moment is beautiful, and the last thing they think in their hearts is also good."

"Sow good causes, reap good results."

"How can you be sure that their lives are not complete?"

"Or is what you're doing wrong?"

"Dying to protect others represents the result of your persuasion to do good."

"Dying to protect you has become your sin?"

"If you follow this logic..."

"Every time you save someone, is it equivalent to adding a layer of evil identity to that person?"

Old man An's gaze fell on Tong Tong again at some point, and his voice was full of the vicissitudes of seeing through the cold of the world.

And Tong Tong's confused gaze seemed to pass through a bright light.

"The world is not black and white."

"But in the same way, all you have to do is keep showing off your whiteness."

"That's your cause."

"As for the future fruit, who can say for sure, why bother?"

"There are no fools in this world, will they inexplicably shout 'Long live the orcs' and beat their chests to play with their lives?"

Old man An smiled and shook his head.

But soon, he noticed the fool's unkind gaze, and the laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had choked him.

"Hey, hey..."

The fool smiled 'honestly', clenched his fists, and tapped his chest: "Long live the orcs!" ”

Silent taunts.

But Old Man An didn't dare to be sarcastic at all.

Provoking fools...

It's really going to be beaten.

"Tsk, aren't there two people dead, it's really long-winded."

"There are so many people dying every day in this world, why must we demand that the people who die cannot be related to themselves."

"Xiao Xu, how far is it from the crematorium?"

Su Yang's right hand was wrapped in a bandage and hung on his shoulder.

He leaned lazily on the carriage, looking bored.

Xu Siguo looked at the map: "There are still eight kilometers." ”

"Eight kilometers ..."

"Cripple, if I'm not mistaken, your wheelchair is electric and lasts..."

Su Yang paused, took out the instruction manual in the lame wheelchair, and read it carefully: "Oh, it says on it, the battery life is seven kilometers, just right!" ”

"Fool!"

Su Yang raised his voice violently and shouted!

"Here!"

The fool leaned on crutches, got up suddenly, and stood up straight: "Fool on West Street, serve the chief!" ”

"Black Street Top Secret Project, Article 88!"

"Let's do it!"

"Project Name!"

"Cripple in the gutter!"

Su Yang's expression was so solemn and serious.

"Roger!"

The fool shouted again, and with his good leg, kicked the wheelchair hard.

As early as the moment when Su Yang had a convulsion, the lame man noticed that something was wrong, his expression changed suddenly, and he said in a cold voice: "Come back!" Is it true that I will suffer twice in the same place? ”

With a sneer, the cripple raised his right hand and tried to stop the cripple's leg.

But...

The wheelchair suddenly turned around on its own, inexplicably.

And then...

The fool kicked in the wheelchair.

The wheelchair leaped out and fell into a ditch on the side of the road.

"Tsk..."

"This guy, I don't know that a high-end electric wheelchair can be equipped with a remote control?"

"Children who have been in prison since they were young are really not sensitive to technology at all."

Su Yang held a small remote control in his hand, and he sighed slightly.

And the fool gathered his feet and saluted: "Report to the chief, complete the task!" ”

"You're doing a great job, Warrior!"

"Just now, you saved the world again!"

"From now on, your code name will not be a fool, but..."

"Guardian of Justice!"

"Please accept this honor!"

Su Yang also returned the salute with an impassioned tone.

But the fool shook his head decisively: "No, I am the guardian of Tongtong, not the guardian of justice!" ”

“？？？”

Su Yang's head was full of question marks, he looked at the fool, gritted his teeth, and wanted to kick him down.

The fool smiled, sat next to Tong Tong, turned his back to him without a trace, and put the words of 'Tong Tong Guardian' on the row of clothes almost on Tong Tong's face.

"Suyang !!"

"Fool !!"

Behind, the angry roar of the lame man could be heard in the distance.

He propped his palms on the ground and flipped out of the gutter.

I picked up my wheelchair, returned to the road, and got back into my wheelchair, but my hair was full of weeds.

Looking at the carriage in the distance, the lame man gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with cold frost.

It wasn't until he saw Su Yang's waving hands that he snorted coldly, lowered his head, and seriously studied the buttons on the wheelchair.

Eight kilometers ...

Seven kilometers of range...

In other words, the last kilometer is to be pushed and walked.

On the highway, cars whizz past from time to time.

But no matter what kind of car it is, when passing in front of the lame man, he will step on the brakes, then look at him with a strange expression, and then slowly leave.

For a time, the lame man became the most beautiful scenery on this road.

Until a driver swished down the window, looked at the lame man from a distance, and mocked.

The lame man couldn't bear it anymore, directly controlled the stone, burst the driver's tire, and 'friendly' gesture to the driver, pushing himself to complete the last five kilometers of the road.

The driver burst into tears.

The lame man is comfortably leaning on a wheelchair, closing his eyes and resting, and dozens of scenes of beating madmen and fools come to mind.

But in the end, it always feels a little unrealistic.

In his heyday, he dared to challenge these two at the same time, and it was a big deal to be beaten.

Now, I'm still in a wheelchair.

Maybe they'll be going to do the next one.

'Cripple in the manure pit'

That's where there is no place to cry.

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan.

It wasn't until he saw the crematorium in the suburbs from a distance that the cheap-mouthed driver breathed a sigh of relief and sent the cripple away with tears in his eyes, while he trotted all the way back to repair his car.