【Zhou Fumei】Eighteen layers of hell is the world

[-]. New friends

Rhode Island refused to make Faust a steel crossbow like the one he used to use.Miss Vulcan, the top weapon designer, stretched out her hand and pinched Faust's left waist, trying to be as strong as he couldn't hold back the groan of pain. "Height 1.5 meters, weight 50 kilograms, he holds a heavy crossbow in his left hand all the year round, and his left lumbar spine is strained." The light multi-shot repeated crossbow was handed over to this soldier who was temporarily attached to Rhodes Island. "Weapons don't like to hurt their masters, and every weapon has its best use, lad."

"I need the heaviest, the strongest."

"You broke one. I don't like people who break weapons."

The snake boy got stuck. He wanted to continue arguing, but he felt that it was pointless.He is now like a clockwork robot, running unhurriedly but empty inside, he is indeed alive, but he has nothing to do when he is alive, there are so many things he wants to escape with death, he is at a loss what to do.

He practiced using the new scope.His original combat plan was concealment, aiming, and one-hit kills. Now that there is no infection focus, he cannot be invisible, and he cannot use ultra-long-range sniping with different tools. The strings are also loose. He can only be a wandering crossbowman who adjusts the battlefield rhythm. .

He stood on the deck of Rhodes Island and fired a series of crossbows in a fit of anger.Today's pocket weapons no longer have the painful recoil after shooting, but such a soft crossbow is like a white dove, too aggrieved.

Do I want to shoot a crossbow?Am I trying to kill someone?I don't even want to.The half-grown boy anxiously removed the regulator, not wanting to practice any more.At this moment, a Kuranta woman came up to ask him if he needed teaching, she knew a little bit about it.

He came down to the B2 training room with the woman out of the mood of asking for advice, but he didn't expect that both of them were ten rings.The woman smiled slightly awkwardly, and stretched out her hand: "It's great that Rhodes Island has more and more powerful newcomers. I'm Meteor from Casimir."

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Mephisto changed into a pair of tight trousers in Rhode Island.He climbed on the ruins, shifted with difficulty, and even had to rely on others to help him climb to the high ground.His original clothing style, like a little nobleman, was defeated by the exposed steel bars and dilapidated buildings, and numerous scratches were successively visited on his legs.

Without Faust to remind him of the path under his feet,

No herd carried him on his back,

He no longer has the capital to unscrupulously expose the skin on his legs.

That is to say, on the deck, you can still wear the original clothes when you are not fighting.He likes the uniform he wore for the integration movement. Those who participated in the battle of Longmen felt fearful about this uniform, and looked at him with nervous eyes.

That's fine.I am not one of you.

It gradually became noisy behind.Except for the personal rooms, the Rhode Island battleship is full of people.The broken clouds are layered on top of each other, changing from tender pink to orange, blooming and withering like flowers, kneading into the dark night.Someone approached behind him, with slow and gentle steps, and Mephisto didn't bother to turn around. The person couldn't help but say that he was holding his hand, Faust?Who else but Faust...?

Turning to see a gentle female smiling face. "Come warm up by the campfire, little boy."

The woman in jeans put him down, took out a small jar from nowhere, inserted marshmallows into the small opening of the chestnut, and threw it into the fire. The soft scent is so intoxicating, the sincere food scent is better than expensive perfume .

He also kept warm in winter like Faust.

"Rookie, how are you getting along with everyone in Rhodes Island?"

"I don't want to get along."

"Oh..." The woman sighed kindly, she had a subtle aura about her, even Mephisto felt that her mind was simple enough to be close to. "It's normal not to want to get along with each other. There are only adults here, and there are too few children."

She changed the subject. "Children are also good as children. They can do anything, and they have time to try. Is there anything you want to do? For example, hunt a red deer, have five hundred friends or something." She picked up the tongs and took out the stream Oiled caramelized chestnuts, served to Mephistopheles in a leaf.

"Are you asking about my ideal?" The cannibal's mouth was short and his hands were soft, and the roasted marshmallows stuck to his mouth and melted his heart. "I don't."

"Then tell me about me. The long-term ideal is probably to return to the forest with my friends... In the short term, before leaving here, everyone in Rhode Island has come to my bonfire meeting."

"Thank you for coming. Code name Meteor, how about you?"

"Meffy."

Mephisto felt that this kind of social addiction was annoying, so he stopped talking about it.Looking at the dancing flames, they are also raging fires. The burning pine wood is not like the smell of ash from natural disasters, or the smell of sulfur from Tallulah's body. Half a bowl of sugar water was flowing quietly.The wind direction changed, and the heat stopped blowing on Mephisto's body. He leaned on Mephisto's shoulders in a daze and stared at him in thin clothes. The understanding girl Casimir helped the little boy to lie down on her lap, and fell into a light sleep. There is an extra coat on the back of the white dove.

Faust shook his head with his index finger.He squatted on the ground, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at his beloved cotton candy.The emotion between the curly-haired boy's brows and eyes was as clean as a glacier, flowing slowly and forbearingly.Want to reach out to touch, want to warm his clenched hand, but can only think about it.

He quietly hid among the crowd at the bonfire party, wanting to see more of his Ino.Although I can no longer speak, I still want to see him despicably.

"Thank you for coming to my bonfire party, little Faust." A strong white hand caressed his curly hair. "Look what I found, another little boy alone. You can lie on my lap and rest for a while."

Faust agreed, and it seemed that Meteor's words didn't enter his mind, after all, his eyes were full of sleeping white cotton candy just now.

He rested his head on the lap of Kazimir's hospitable girl, turned over, and quietly watched Mephisto tighten his coat.Maybe it was a pleasant dream, or maybe it was a familiar person appearing beside him, Mephisto showed a happy smile.

[-]. What you expect

Faust was even a little thankful that he could no longer use the stealth origin stone skill.If it's okay, I will definitely follow Yinuo secretly like a ghost, watching him for a second, and sooner or later I can't help stretching out my hands to pull him into my arms.

Then everything he did was completely meaningless.

It's just that other than avoiding him like this now, he really doesn't think he can do anything.Pain and loneliness can only be temporarily relieved by shooting the target into a hedgehog, but when I fall asleep, I miss the person across the wall even more.

"Can I sit next to you, little Faust?" The doctor held the plate, and after the snake boy nodded, Amiya also led people to fill up the small table for four. Faust raised his head and was stunned. Living.

Mephisto.

Just looking at each other lightly, the white-haired boy's face was full of despair and pain, almost crying, the hand holding the dinner plate began to tremble, and his mouth was slightly opened - Faust knew it was him When you are extremely frightened, look away.He listened to Mephisto's plate tremble on the table, to his gasping.

Heart hurts.

He obviously saw Mephisto... But now he feels more uncomfortable than ever before, like needles pricking in his chest, bursts of soreness dissolve his scarred nerves.Why are people who have been together for as long as they can remember now causing each other so much pain?His expression just now, even if he wants to dig out my heart and take my eyes, don't let him look at me with such fearful eyes.

Mephisto's hands and feet were cold, and his trembling fingertips rattled the dinner plate. The boy who used to always stand up straight cowered and wanted to escape, but even running away from Faust would make the other party hate him even more.

Every day, every night, in self-loathing, he tortures himself, cuts himself apart, he feels that everything is wrong for him, it is wrong to live, it is wrong to breathe, it is wrong to love Faust, it is wrong to kill the other party...all of them It's over.

He cut his forearm and had his knife confiscated.

He bit off his nails and was put in braces.

He banged his head against the wall and was sedated.

He thought about the expensive treatment that Faust needed, and mustered up the courage to live, but did Faust feel sick even after receiving his favor?

Just kill me.Why am I not dead.

The boy he was thinking about in the dream was right in front of him, but it was separated by mountains, seas and heavy rain.The outburst of anxiety and fear made Mephisto's stomach churn, his throat tightened, and there was sour water in his mouth.He got up with a livid face covering his mouth, and Amiya hurriedly helped him up when she saw this, and walked out.

Faust had been looking at Mephisto just now.Under the thick bangs, the snake's scope couldn't be removed from the boy's body. He just wanted to look at him for a few more seconds, but he couldn't bear to move away after seeing him.The wide peripheral vision of the sniper made him imprint everything in his heart.Mephisto's fear of himself has become pathological. Did he harm himself again?Looking for death again?Haven't you learned to cherish your own life yet?

Amiya patted the little boy on the back, and handed him a glass of mouthwash while he was coughing with tears.The epiglottis twitched and regurgitated acid water. The white-haired little boy was finally able to speak, but now he couldn't answer Amiya's question, and once again lost the ability to communicate.In his self-judgment day and night, Faust has changed from a safe reliance to the biggest obstacle in his heart, and the distorted image has endlessly delayed his already broken spirit.

When Amiya mentioned the name of the snake boy, Mephisto, who started to wipe his mouth, made another painful retching sound, sobbed and covered his ears, and knelt down with his head in his hands.

The small ballpoint pen that he carried with him was handed to the former demon, and he tremblingly wrote a line.Give it to him for me.Mephisto's mouth said.

The distorted characters are scratched like glass shards.

"Thank you for being alive, sorry."

[-]. Battle to the death

The story of Chernobog rushing to the Dragon Gate and sending the signal has turned the world of Terra on fire.A war with such a large city-state force is bound to start a new round of world war. Officer Chen, who visited Rhodes Island privately, got straight to the point. Based on her understanding of Tallulah, perhaps this battle will be with Tallulah and the integration movement. A fight to the death.

Looking at the leased operator list on display, the doctor frowned: "Are you sure, you want Faust?"

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