Kingdom’s Bloodline

At this moment, Glover and Zimikas squatted together. They carefully hid behind two wooden boxes so as not to get involved in the fight and become one of the corpses on the ground.

That damn dumb, what the hell is he doing?

Glover stared angrily at Rolf, who was standing in the center of the arena, surrounded by thugs, but still vigorously confronting the Red Viper and the homeless.

Yes, those tricks were very showy, killing a few miscellaneous soldiers, and posing a few poses, but...

Could it be that the dumb man can't see that this warehouse is full of elite thugs from the Blood Bottle Gang, three floors inside and three floors outside, even if they knock down ten more people, it won't help, and there is no chance of winning at all?

Not to mention, the most intractable threat...

Glover shifted his gaze, looking fearfully at the black-clothed assassin who was unable to be taken down by the Qiongxing Lake guards. The latter was standing in the shadow at the other end of the warehouse, watching the situation on the field motionless.

hateful.

Glover slammed the box hard.

When will the man in black make his move?

When is the fiercest battle? Is it time for the dumb to be consumed dry by other people? Or when both sides fight to the death, when all the dust settles?

Thinking of this, the zombie was extremely entangled: When the time comes, Karen Glover, whether he can make a move by himself, will he go up or not?

Get on and expose yourself.

No, that dumb guy...

Although this mute deserves to die, he shouldn't die like this!

Damn it!

He thought that was bad enough, but things turned out worse than he had imagined.

His eyes, Xiaohong, I know.

Fogg looked at Rolf's expression and became more serious:

Next, he's probably going to fight us to the death.

Fogg was expressionless, and gently raised his long knife.

Nekla, who was suffering from a headache, was startled.

On the opposite side of them, Rolf sneered, picked up a blood-stained chain sword from the ground, first wiped the blood on the sleeve, and then tightly wrapped the chain on the hilt around his arm, as if tacitly acquiescing.

This action made the thugs around stand in unison

Exactly!

The red viper gritted its teeth, simply put aside the gains and losses, and aroused its ferocity again:

Then let go and fight to the end, whoever lives and who dies, leave it to the setting sun!

With a roar, the secretion of hormones in his body accelerated, and the muscles in his body became more and more tense.

Facing these two formidable enemies, Rolf grinned and tightened the chain sword in his hand, as if to say: It's just what he wants.

The momentum between the three suddenly changed.

What? Desperate? it's here? At this moment?

Glover looked in disbelief at Rolf who was showing off in the middle of the warehouse, and read in horror from the other person's movements and expressions: This might be true.

Rolf... was ready to die here.

etc!

Glover shook his head subconsciously:

Is this mute mentally ill? Where can't you think about it?

Emerald City has a pier and a seaside, where is the best place to go if you want to commit suicide, but you have to come here to die?

Nostalgia complex, you have to die in the gang you were born in, right?

And the betrayed female boss, is she the mother of his unborn child or something? Is she that important? Is it worth the life of this dumb dumb?

No, depending on the age, it's probably his unborn child's grandmother!

Grass fuck!

The resentful Glover became more and more angry as he thought about it, and the curse had already bloomed in his chest.

Moreover, is there any point in fighting to the death here?

Glover observed the members of the Blood Bottle Gang who were gradually restoring order and discipline, and found with a headache that they were standing in formation again, and the only two exits were completely surrounded again.

Could it be that the female boss was spared by the enemy because she earned respect because of her heroic death in battle?

Please, this is an ugly and realistic gang fight, not a noble and ideal knight duel!

Besides, did the latter really exist?

Stupid, selfish, dumb who doesn't care about his comrades!

Kill him!

Just as Glover cursed secretly,

And Rolf's life-and-death duel of one against two was inevitable, and when it was about to start, a voice faintly resounded in the crowd:

The Blood Bottle Gang has such a master. To be honest, I am very pleased.

Glover was startled, and instantly raised his vigilance to the highest level.

The battle was interrupted, and Rolf, Nekla, and Fogg lost their momentum a bit, and all turned their heads: the killer in black, who hadn't moved for a long time, took a step, swept across the crowd, and walked towards the three people in the field.

Da, Da, Da...

His steps seem to have the power to take people's hearts and souls, and every step he takes will tighten everyone's heartbeat.

It made people short of breath, palpitations and chills, and many people's expressions became tense and their breathing accelerated.

But then I remembered, we actually met each other, right?

The man in black looked at Rolf and smiled softly:

Just outside the wool merchant's house.

At that moment, Rolf and Glover frowned.

Oops.

They were recognized.

One of the things Glover was most worried about finally happened.

You came to catch me with them... The wind that day was also very strong, and it was strangely strong, and your legs and feet were not so agile - a supernatural being.

Da, Da, Da...

The man in black walked forward slowly, and every step he took gave people tremendous pressure. In addition, his appearance, which was completely wrapped in black from head to toe, made people feel uneasy for no reason.

Nekla and Fogg looked at each other, the former heaved a sigh of relief and smiled again.

Rolf's pressure increased sharply.

He turned his head stiffly, looking warily at the man in black who was getting closer and closer, the chain sword in his hand clenched tighter and tighter.

As a bystander, Glover sighed and subconsciously grabbed a machete on the ground.

What should he do now?

Go up and kill people with the mute?

However, if you want to deal with that black-clothed killer, should you strike first regardless of everything? Or find the right opportunity to attack from behind? Or simply pull on the mute and run away?

You can't let him stop the killer desperately and create a chance for the mute and his old friend to escape, right?

However, the swordsmanship of the man in black, combined with that weird ability, even the traps laid by the Star Lake guards commanded by Lord Mallorce, can't do anything to him.

Of the two of them, one is still injured, and the other has just fought a game, which is not enough for someone to stick between their teeth!

Damn it, they managed to get in with so much difficulty, and after learning so much information, all their previous efforts were wasted!

Just for a... dumb old friend?

Grass!

Zimikas was very alert to the dangers around him. He noticed Glover's movements for the first time, and couldn't help being frightened:

Fatty, what do you want to do? Don't!

What do you want?

what?

I want to kill someone now!

Glover looked at Rolf and let out a stern piss.

I can feel your killing intent, maybe there is hatred, even death, young man, the man in black's gaze was hidden behind the dark eyepiece, but it made people feel flustered, I am also happy to rely on you Test the fineness of your subordinates.

Rolf's complexion changed, and when he was about to strike violently, he was surprised to find:

Before I knew it, I was shaking so much that I couldn't even lift my arms.

This, so fast?

Oops!

Glover, who was paying close attention to the situation, was startled. He looked at the dumb expression and immediately reacted:

It's that kind of ability!

But unfortunately, my schedule is very full, and I don't have time to play games with you and your master. The man in black shook his head and walked slowly to Rolf, Today, let's call it a day?

In the next second, Rolf's expression changed, and his figure shook!

But he's not the only one:

Of the two thugs who stood closest to the man in black, one looked dazed and began to mutter to himself, while the other simply fell to the ground with a plop.

thump! Boom! Snapped!

Starting from the man in black, more and more people fell or fell limp in the warehouse. Some fell asleep, some rubbed their foreheads, and some fell into a deep sleep.

Ahh...

No……

I want to have a good meal...

Hahahahaha...

Nekla and Fogg both took half a step back, Red Viper looked pained, while Fogg looked in a trance.

Not good not good not good ah!

Seeing the abnormal state of the crowd, Glover screamed in his heart, and was about to rush out, desperate to attack the man in black, but immediately felt a weight on his leg.

Yes mom, Zimikas hugged his feet limply, his eyes blank, I, I worked hard today and got a lot of rewards, good mom, right mom, no problem mom...

Glover was about to kick him away, but Zimikas' expression became bitter:

Don't worry, I won't join the gang like my father, and I won't be hacked to death like him... I didn't become a gangster, I didn't bully the poor, I earned clean money, conscience money, and I still want to save money. Money for the best tuberculosis doctor... the best...

Glover's breath was stagnant, he gritted his teeth, retracted his raised foot, and only gently pushed Zimikas away.

The bastard.

This warehouse... is full of fucking bastards.

But when he pushed Zimikas away, Glover suddenly found: On the ground in front of Zimikas, a pool of blood was blown away by the wind, revealing crooked writing:

[preparation, plan]

Glover was startled.

plan?

What plan?

In the next second, Little Teto appeared in front of him, running towards him bouncing...

no, do not want!

Glover shook his head desperately and turned his attention back to the field, but he could only see Rolf bending down in pain in front of the man in black.

Like kneeling.

Damn it!

Glover tried his best to resist the supernatural power, anxious in his heart:

He should make it clear!

It can't be this dumb who wants to be the queen and create a chance for me to escape...Huh?

Create, a chance to escape?

Glover was shocked!

At that moment, he suddenly understood.

He understands, he tmd understands what Rolf is going to do!

In front of the man in black, Rolf breathed in a trance.

The figure in front of him was the man in black for a while, Catherine for a while, the boy who changed his destiny for a while, and a group of ferocious, terrifying and hungry wild dogs for a while.

He couldn't tell the difference.

Once, when I was just a grassroots person, people refused to sit down and listen to me carefully.

The voice of the man in black sounded, as if it came from the sky.

Rolf shook his head hard, trying to press his forehead, but found that he touched the ground as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Why... did he kneel down?

So I practiced my sword hard and swung it vigorously, the masked man in black continued. Finally, they finally sat down quietly and listened to me.

He patted his sword hilt, his tone became lonely:

But it took me a long time to understand: what they listened to was not my words, but the words of the sword.

Rolf only saw the mouth of the other party opening and closing, but had no idea what he said.

He was even a little confused: Why did the other party open and close his mouth?

Is it for dinner?

The air pressure was out of control, leaking from the alloy cylinder of the prosthesis, but he didn't seem to notice it.

Until a piece of glass shards landed on his knees, just piercing into the gap between metal and flesh.

The special touch and pain made him come to his senses!

correct!

He is still in the warehouse, struggling with his cruel fate...

Rolf woke up with a start, subconsciously reached into his pocket.

That Glover, that big burly guy, that big guy who everyone says is not good at socializing, but in fact he doesn't want to be socialized at all, and has a distorted mentality, that zombie who was forced by the horror blade to make a pair with him... …

Can he understand?

can he do it

Can he... succeed?

Behind the box, Glover, who was dizzy, was panting heavily, trying to put his hands into his pockets.

That's right.

Why didn't he think of it?

On the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang, they were besieged by so many gang members, many of whom were super experts, as long as they were entangled by one of them for a moment...

And Rolf was also carrying the phantom blade that was seriously injured. With such a burden, it was impossible for them to escape anyway.

Just the two of them, no.

Can't do it anyway.

After all, they're not Kingdom Wrath.

Therefore, the only feasible way to break through so many people is to...

Glover opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the panorama in the warehouse:

From front to back, from left to right, some members of the Blood Bottle Gang groaned, some groaned, some stretched out their hands to sleepwalk, some murmured, some held their heads in pain, and many more simply passed out.

Nekla leaned against the wall and slowly collapsed, her eyes were closed tightly, and her face was painful.

Fogg had an ugly expression and a weak body, so he grabbed the handrail so as not to fall.

Du Luo sat down on the spot, his eyes fascinated, tears streaming down his face.

Although the reactions were mixed, at this moment, the entire gang of the warehouse, centered on the man in black, fell from the inside to the outside, and most of them lost their ability to move.

But at least...

Glover reluctantly looked to the other side in dizziness:

The road leading to the exit has been clarified, and there is no longer a large crowd of people blocking it.

Glover wobbled on his knees, finally took out a section of the injection needle with difficulty, and pulled out the needle cover tremblingly.

their plan.

God's plan.

It's yours, dumb.

Did you think about it from the beginning?

only……

Doesn't he think it's too risky?

Glover exhausted all his strength to open his eyes: In his vision, the man in black bent down and looked at Rolf who was in a trance.

Now, I give them the dreams they want and hope they actually start listening to me.

The man in black shook his head slightly.

But I found out that once they start dreaming...

He looked at Catherine in the corner, and then at the messy crowd in the warehouse, and sighed.

I can no longer hear what I said.

Ever since he met the man in black and the royal guard—to be exact, the Star Lake Guard returned in disgrace, the watchman and captain, Lord Tormund Mallos, began to collect intelligence and formulate countermeasures.

One of them is how to resist the kind of psychic ability that makes people fall into a hallucination inexplicably.

mirage.

Amidst the dizziness, Glover bit the tip of his tongue, trying not to look at the brothers and sisters who were running happily in front of them—how happy they were at that time.

The next second, he took a deep breath and stuck the injection into his thigh!

Among the six wings of imperial guards handed down from generation to generation in the Royal Guard, the punishment wing has a special role, especially in punishment and torture.

They have many means and tools, even handed down from the ancient empire era, with a long history and rich experience, and they have been improved from generation to generation, so they are efficient and effective. It is said that even the secret department of the Kingdom often comes to second manpower or equipment...

For example...

Glover plugged the needle back in and took out an ordinary one that could be found in every house—a clothespin.

The dazed zombie trembled, and in the illusory laughter of Little Turto, following the suggestion of the prison officer Gardener Patterson, clamped it on the underarm skin under the shoulder socket, and only clamped a thin layer.

I just don't know when the medicinal power of Punishment Wing will start to take effect...

But Glover didn't know.

Because he closed his eyes comfortably in a trance and began to think about other things.

Like apples.

apple.

Yes, Apple.

[Fatty, don't cry. 】

He clutched the apple in his pocket tightly, wiped off the blood, and timidly crossed the street, heading home—or, as Tinker used to say, the lair.

The taste of the apple has changed a bit, and there are more than a dozen cuts on it, all left by the clown with a throwing knife.

At that time, while counting the throwing knives in his hand, Kesi laughed wildly and said, as long as he holds the apple, stands against the wall, stands firm, does not shake, does not shout, does not scream, does not cry, then when Kes practice After finishing a bag of flying knives, this delicious apple is his.

And he did.

He held the apple, stood firmly, and held it even more steadily.

He didn't shake.

No shouting.

Did not call.

Even when the last piece of the clown's throwing knife deviated from the apple and pierced his palm.

I didn't even cry.

[Fatty, don't cry. 】

this apple...

It's his.

No, it's theirs.

When he returns to his lair, everyone can see Lilian sister, silly Tinker, stupid Fern, rotten dysentery, stinky slug, and that annoying little Teto who clings to him every day and catches a cold every day. , he has fresh apples here!

Sister Lilian will praise Fern the same way she praised Fern last time!

Hey, all of them will envy me when I go back now!

Hmph, if you want to eat, then say Please Brother Fatty?

Finished? Why don't you say Thank you, brother fat pier?

Now, no one dares to laugh at me for being useless, I just eat and do nothing when I grow fat!

Fat Duner sniffed his nose and trotted, feeling proud and happy in his heart, unconsciously touched...

Wounds on hands.

The next moment, in the warehouse full of murmurs and groans, Glover was shocked and woke up with his eyes open!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

He yelled and exhaled all the air in his lungs!

But he had no more time to think.

The severe pain from his armpit, magnified countless times, caused his back to convulse. Glover clutched the clamp under his armpit in pain, and rolled over on the ground.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

At some point, little Teto disappeared from his eyes.

Instead, there is endless tearing pain.

It was as if someone was holding scissors, starting from his armpits, bit by bit, inch by inch, cutting open his skin bit by bit!

The edge of the knife continued to make a clicking sound!

They abruptly pulled Glover back from the inextricable memory.

Well, Glover knows now: the potion has taken effect.

That's right, this is Lord Mallos collecting information, asking the parties present, discussing with Banner Wing, accepting Punishment Wing's suggestions and raw materials, and entrusting the Logistics Wing to remake it. solution:

A torture potion that amplifies perception, focuses attention, and especially enhances pain perception.

Alias ​​- Lost River Shrimp.

As for why the name...

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While screaming in his brain, Glover struggled and writhed on the ground like a river prawn out of water.

Grass!

So tm - it hurts!

Which bastard who should kill a thousand knives, told Mallos that pain can overcome hallucinations!

Let Lao Tzu know that he must be torn apart with bare hands!

Tear it alive!

Start with every hair!

Amidst the severe pain magnified countless times, Glover tremblingly held the clamp under his arm, letting it loosen a little.

The pain subsides.

Only then did he realize that within a few seconds, he was already drenched in cold sweat.

Damn Gardener Patterson, damn Penalty Wing.

Damn it, Kui Gardener also said that this is a discretionary reduction after he adjusted it. If there is a sufficient amount of Lost River Shrimp...

Punishment Wing, I tm remember you all!

But Glover didn't dare to think about it, and had no time to think about it.

When I was young and passionate, and I spoke up for justice, the world didn't want to listen.

In the arena, the man in black looked at Rolf who was completely unconscious.

When I swung my sword and raised my voice, the world didn't hear me.

He slowly stretched out his hand and covered Rolf's scarred neck:

When I suddenly wake up and do what I like, the world has no intention of hearing about it.

The man in black sighed deeply:

Supernatural, do you understand this kind of loneliness?

However, in the next second, the man in black turned around quickly and drew his long sword out of its sheath!

Ding! clang!

Amidst the sharp sound of metal, the man in black swung a strike to block a knife that came suddenly.

Blade meets blade, wrestling with each other.

You can still move now, the man in black breathed naturally, with ease, it's really not easy.

In front of him, Glover was panting heavily, all his energy was concentrated on the handle of the knife, but he couldn't break through the block of the man in black.

hateful!

You're unsteady, it's because you're injured, and you haven't healed yet?

Glover clenched his teeth, his facial features distorted.

The bad thing is not the injury!

but damn...

Lost River Shrimp!

The power of termination spread, numb Glover's pain.

Also drowned his thoughts.

At that moment, the zombie's eyes gradually became blank, but his movements were not slow at all, and the blade turned along with the trend!

But the man in black seemed to have sensed it, and with a flip of his hand, he pushed aside Glover's deadly slash that came along the blade!

Wait, you, I recognize you too, the man in black saw Glover's appearance, and said with a sneer, In the wool merchant's house, is there a tough guy who has carried eight rounds?

Where is your other companion? The one who hid his strength at the beginning, but actually has exquisite swordsmanship and is familiar with the ten styles of the Legion?

Hold!

The power of the end surged, and the zombies ignored it and slashed with their knives!

clang! clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed back and forth.

The man in black drew out his sword calmly and unhurriedly, blocking Glover's attacks one after another.

Every swing of his sword, every step, and even every small movement of sinking his shoulders and turning his wrists was just right, there was no redundant move, no wasted move, no posture or force that was ineffective.

In contrast, regardless of feint, oppression, ultimate move, defense... every shot of Glover seemed to be a little bit short, and the results fell short, which made him feel miserable and depressed.

While swinging his sword, the man in black even had the strength to speak: Yes, you have a solid foundation, but you should use a sword instead of a knife, and it's the imperial wind—oh, it's the swordsmanship of the 'Wind Knight' Glover's family. ?”

Glover was slightly taken aback.

It's so strange. The moves belong to the lineage of the Wind Knight, but they are not agile and elegant, but fierce and fierce. They are half-way through practice, and they are not pure enough?

Glover was taken aback for a moment, and immediately responded angrily:

Train your paralysis!

The finishing power in his body exploded, and the offensive resumed!

clang! clang! clang!

But Glover swung his saber three times in a row, but was easily stopped by his opponent, and he was even more frightened when he returned in vain:

Strength, speed, agility, dexterity... nothing this guy surpasses me.

but why……

Why can he always defend, block and even dismantle my moves?

He thought it would be enough to survive the supernatural power, but now it seems that this killer's swordsmanship is more subtle and stronger than he imagined.

And it's too strong.

So that's why the problem comes from your power of end, the man in black sneered, Heavy, closed, restrained, and boundless—it's not the glory of the stars, it's not the flawless iron wall, it's not the death of the sword, but there are some of each. Their peculiarities, so it's—

Glover didn't want to hear him talk condescendingly like a teacher pointing students out, his eyes were blank!

It's for Teto!

He roared, only attacking but not defending, and threw himself at the man in black!

Too impulsive, so desperate?

The man in black sneered, and the arc formed by the long sword was natural and ingenious. With just one move, Glover's head knife was subtly deflected.

He was nimble and took a few steps back just right, barely avoiding the rest of Glover's swooping attack.

This offensive seems to be fierce and fierce, but it does not leave room for itself.

Once the momentum is over, it's time for this big brainless guy to be beaten...

Um?

wrong!

At this moment, the man in black looked up alertly!

Directly above him, a huge wooden signboard hanging from the roof of the warehouse was hanging precariously by the last rope.

This is--

The pupils of the man in black tightened.

laugh!

In the next second, a chain sword whirled past, cutting the rope.

No.

The man in black caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye in surprise: Rolf didn't know when he woke up.

Panting, the Wind Ghost stuffed the syringe back into his pocket, and in his other hand, the original chain sword had disappeared.

It's him.

The man in black instantly understood: it was this guy who cut the ropes of the signboard one by one when he was moving around in the warehouse, leaving only the last one, ready to cut it at a critical moment...

As for the other guy...

The man in black's peripheral vision turned again - Glover continued to castrate, struggling to roll, away from him.

His desperate attack is just to force me to this position?

These steps, including the ability user with great leg skills pretending to fight the red viper, but actually forcing me to use the ability, could it be...

Pre-planned?

Just as the startled man in black figured it out, the huge wooden signboard crashed down. Driven by the strange wind, it fell straight on top of the man in black!

boom!

Amidst the deafening bang, the entire warehouse was filled with dust.

Rolf waved to Glover, covered his mouth and nose, turned around and hugged Catherine, and jumped up.

On the other side, Glover also didn't stop. He hugged his head and face, knocked away two helpers who had just woken up and were still in doubt, and rushed to the back door of the warehouse with a kick!

boom!

The back door was kicked open, and sunlight and air rushed in.

Bright, fresh and warm.

free.

Most of the people inside and outside the warehouse were either under the influence of supernatural powers and were still in a state of intoxication, or had just woken up and were in a daze.

quick!

Under Glover's anxious urging, Rolf hugged Catherine, jumped out of the dark and dangerous warehouse on the prosthetic limb that was recharged with air pressure!

It worked.

Goblo Fo punching a trembling whistle, rushing out of the outdoors, catching up with Ralf, and rushing to the way.

But there is only one thing he wants to do now. ,

That is howling to the sky:

Damn, they broke out and escaped!

Grass fucking Lost River Shrimp!

Glover and Rolf looked at each other, and the speed did not slow down. They rushed to the escape route planned before they came here, and disappeared on the pier.

Crash!

In the warehouse, the huge signboard shattered from the middle, splitting into two halves.

The man in black held on to his sword and stood up slowly, just in time to see the two people's backs disappearing around a corner.

He didn't say anything, just turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

In the entire warehouse, from Nekla to Fogg, everyone just woke up like a dream. They stood up with difficulty and looked at each other, as if they didn't know what happened.

————

————

Then, that man in black, he didn't, didn't catch up. It's really, really strange, a miracle.

Glover hid under a bridge pier, his machete touched the ground, panting hard.

On the other side, Rolf, who was almost exhausted, put down Catherine with difficulty, and sat down on the ground.

After rushing out of the warehouse, they turned around and ran for an unknown amount of time. They didn't take a rest until they ran out of strength.

Rolf struggled to raise his right hand, gesticulating:

【Thank you, sorry——】

But he hadn't finished his gesture, and just recovered some physical Gorodo, throwing it away from the machete, and punch his face with a punch!

Boom!

Rolf fell to the ground, staring at gold stars.

Hold!

Glover roared and patted his blood-stained chest:

I don't know how many tm hits I suffered in the big scene just now!

He angrily pointed at the bloody machete:

Slaughtered five or six people, covered in blood, and almost didn't survive - just for you and your old lover! You are no one's fucking pen!

Rolf got up, trembling, gesticulating with difficulty.

【Yes, no—】

But Glover didn't even look at it, and punched him in the face again!

Let me run away first, right? Hahaha, thank you so much, he's even more self-righteous than Brother Big Diao, talking to himself!

The zombie cursed angrily:

I run away first? Then in front of other people, I become the sinner who left my companions behind, a traitor, a coward, right! I really want to break your leg-hand! I run away first, I run away , where can I run away from such a big warehouse! I will run away, I will run away—”

Rolf gasped and activated his ability, the wind blew up the fallen leaves, and they fell in front of Glover to form words:

【sorry. 】

Glover froze for a moment.

I'm sorry, Mahler Gobi!

He gritted his teeth:

You deserve a crippled cripple!

Rolf has been holding back his temper. Hearing this, he couldn't help but stare angrily, and gesture quickly:

[I apologize tm! Sorry! three times! three times! three times! You idiot who can't even find a way out! Do you want to fight again! 】

At this moment, a weak voice sounded.

You guys, ahem, who is it?

Glover and Rolf were startled.

Phantom Blade Catherine raised her head with difficulty, clutching her severed arm, her face showing pain.

Glover snorted coldly, leaned close to Rolf and whispered:

I'll settle the score with you when I go back!

Rolf stepped on the prosthesis without showing any weakness, and responded with a metallic sound.

Where are you, uh, going back? Catherine closed her eyes, feeling pain again and again.

It's none of your business, old lady, Glover wiped the dried blood on his face, without saying a word, Just lie down and pretend to be dead.

Catherine smiled helplessly.

Seeing that Glover was hard to speak, she turned to Rolf:

I need, I need a doctor, otherwise I can't live... You, you too.

Rolf looked at her silently with complicated eyes.

Since you saved me—hiss—if I die from serious injuries, wouldn't it be in vain? Catherine closed her eyes again, Right.

big sister head...

Rolf opened his mouth subconsciously, but he could only make a simple guttural sound: Ah.

Very well. You, what's your name?

Rolf clenched his fists and shook his head.

Phantom Blade raised his head and tried to speak:

Why are not you talking?

Rolf swallowed, only feeling his chest tight.

The atmosphere under the pier fell silent.

Don't bother him!

Glover couldn't help humming:

Can't you see? He f*ck doesn't want to talk to you!

For a moment, Rolf was grateful to Glover.

Catherine turned pale and leaned back again.

You will die too.

Okay, we'll find a doctor for you, shut up now. Glover clapped his hands impatiently, and calculated the path from here to Kongming Palace.

No, you don't understand.

Phantom Blade struggled to speak, and the voice was broken: I have just met the steward of Kongming Palace, but when I turned around...Kevendil, I am afraid that I have made up my mind to clear me-hiss-shu, shuffle the blood Bottle help.

Shuffle the blood bottle gang.

Glover frowned upon hearing this, and subconsciously exchanged glances with Rolf, but after realizing it was the other party, the two snorted in disdain and turned their heads.

That is to say, your enemy is Kong Minggong?

It's one, the whole Emerald City, all enemies, Catherine breathed heavily, and Rolf scooped up some water for her and fed her carefully, Once you show up, you will die.

Glover frowned.

That is to say, they cannot return to Kongming Palace.

It's not safe there anymore.

At least you can't just go back like this, otherwise you will only bring trouble to His Highness.

hateful.

Thinking of this, Glover had to sigh.

In Emerald City, is there any other place for you to stay? It's best to have a doctor, otherwise we can hold on, and you won't live long.

Originally, yes. But since Kevin Dill has abandoned me, Catherine closed her eyes and shook her head, gritted her teeth and moaned, then I can't go—ahhh.

Then where else can you go?

Roger and Tarimi did not participate in the mutiny just now, and their territory is safe, for the time being.

Yes, except for one thing: they are all dead! Glover shook his head disdainfully.

right.

Catherine rested for a while, then opened her eyes again, revealing a long-lost ferocity:

In this case, there is only one, one place to go to in the entire Emerald City.

where?

You won't like it.

Hearing this, Glover and Rolf looked at each other, and immediately hummed again, turning their heads in disdain.

————

after an hour.

Huh? Who are you? Why are you holding a knife—hey, let me go, no, no, no ahhhhhh!

Boom!

Glover impatiently knocked unconscious the yelling deformed man with a tumor in front of him, kicked open the half-closed iron door, and walked down the stone steps with a knife in his hand.

Behind him, Rolf tried his best to hold Catherine, who had passed out again, and walked into the narrow passage step by step.

Damn, who would live in this bloody place? Forget it, whoever it is...

Glover panted heavily, gritted his teeth, and reminded the people in the passage:

I just killed five, no, six people before I found this dark place!

At this moment, his body was covered with wounds, blood and sweat, sticky and unpleasant, and his shoes were full of sewer sewage that he had just stepped on.

Especially when he knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered.

Just to find a person, a person! To be honest, my patience is almost exhausted!

Glover was too tired to talk about it, and negotiating with people is not his specialty, but don't forget...

There are two people behind him, one is seriously wounded and the other is pure mute.

Hold!

Thinking of this, Glover cursed in his heart.

He is really unlucky today!

Stop! This abandoned sewer was given to us by the boss Roger of the Blood Bottle Gang!

A short, chubby man in a robe, who seemed to be the leader, came up to him, nervously looking at the machete in his hand, which was obviously used by a gang: No matter who you are, for the sake of 'dung egg' Roger...

Roger is tm dead!

Glover said impatiently:

Two hours ago, I was stabbed through the stomach with a knife, and the breakfast flowed out!

The chunky man was startled when he heard this, and the people around him whispered in panic.

Sure enough, if you don't speak like this, no one will understand you.

Glover snorted coldly and raised his machete:

So, now you better get acquainted—

But in the next second, Glover's knife stopped.

Glover's eyes widened, and the rest of his words were choked in his mouth, unable to speak.

Eh?

At this moment, he found that the tip of his knife was pointing at a poorly dressed young man with a bewildered expression.

ah?

The other party also stared at him dumbfounded, his lips twitching.

After a second.

Dian— Glover said in surprise.

Brother— the boy subconsciously said.

Hearing each other's words, the two of them suddenly remembered something, their expression changed, and they stopped talking at the same time!

Wyah!

At that moment, Thales Canxing and Jia Lun Glover, facing each other, said in unison, firmly:

My name is Wyah!

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