In the jungle, Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda watched the spades and took away Bai Liu: "???"
what's the situation? !
Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi jumped out without saying a word. They looked at each other and quickly slid in the direction where the spades disappeared.
The dense wide-leaf plants and lush bushes made it quite difficult for the people behind to chase. Coupled with the outrageous movement speed of the spades, he quickly moved away from those who were chasing behind.
But the robbed "corpse" Bai Liusi did not panic. He dragged his jaw leisurely, lying on the shoulders of spades with no expression on his face.
Bai Liu just wondered, when will the spades realize that he is not a corpse
Soon Spades keenly saw a simple jungle canvas tent hut hidden in many plants.
There are camouflage rattans hanging on the head of this hut, and there are a lot of corpses piled around. The corpses are only covered with sand and then left out. There are also some forts half-stacked with sandbags and cement. The small soldiers who cleaned the battlefield rested in this jungle as a temporary stronghold.
Spades grandly took the stronghold he had just discovered, and he held the "corpse" on his shoulders and opened the door of the hut with his knees.
The hut only had one or two steel-framed beds placed very close together. The empty shells of landmines and grenades that were thrown in the corners were probably discovered while searching for the corpse and took them back.
Some tattered uniforms stained with blood, two aluminum mouthwash cups hung on the wall, and two half-opened medical boxes exposed under the bed. The cell that originally contained antibiotics was empty, and the room was visible. The owner went in a hurry, he should have taken medicine to save people.
Sometimes the search and rescue soldiers are also responsible for dealing with some simple injuries.
Spades casually threw aside the corpse that had no head under his arm, just as he was about to throw this on his shoulder.
Bai Liu finally spoke: "It turns out that the famous spades won the game by stealing the corpses of their teammates?"
Spades originally planned to throw away the corpse for a while, but he hesitated twice before catching the waist of the corpse and lifting Bai Liuping up on the bed, looking closely at Bai Liu's face smeared under the mud.
Because he couldn't see clearly, Spades also wiped the palm of his hand twice, with a lot of effort, rubbing all the features of Bai Liu into a twist, only to reveal the original white face under the mud of Bai Liu.
The two were a little closer at this time, and Spades stared at Bai Willow intently, trying to discern who he was, as if it was about to be posted in the next second.
Bai Liu leaned back and pulled away, staggered his eyes, and looked at the dirty clothes in the corner of the room.
"Oh." The Spades didn't realize it, and said suddenly, "It's you, the white willow of the last game."
Then the man nodded seriously: "Well, I sometimes grab things from my teammates to win the game."
Spades confessed their crimes in front of Bai Liu without shame, and asked Bai Liu, "Is this not possible?"
Bai Liu: "..."
I don't know why, for a while, I have a slight pity for this guy's teammates.
When Xieta played the game, he did not follow the rules and regulations at all. Sometimes he even stabbed his teammates with a sincere face...
This has been maintained well and has not changed.
Bai Liu pursed his lips, his eyes sank, and turned his head to look up at the spades, but there was a slight smile on his face.
It's just that the smile hasn't reached the bottom of his eyes, Bai Liu's voice is extremely cold: "I don't like people who attack teammates."
Bai Liu used his two fingers to pinch out a soul banknote from his glove backhand. On the soul banknote was Tang Erda's face. He instantly activated Tang Erda's personal skills in the system panel, raising his hand and pulling it out from his waist. A gun is about to be loaded into the magazine.
Spades quickly slid Bai Liu's gun back into his belt. He instinctively wanted to draw out his whip against Bai Liu, but when he thought of the painful accusation against him before and the possibility of losing the game three times, Spades couldn't help but hesitate. For a moment.
But it was this moment of hesitation, Bai Liu pressed down his wrist, turned and drew the gun from the spade's hand, and clicked the magazine with a smooth click, and shot it at the heart of the spade.
The spades ducked sideways fluently.
The bullet hit the tent with a bang, leaking a gleam of light falling on Bailiu's dark eyes. Those eyes were cold and calm, and there was not much temperature under the light, as if they were filled with infinite negative emotions.
Spades couldn't help but froze for a moment, and he felt that this man seemed... angry.
This kind of anger brought him stronger deterrence than the emotions generated by any player that Spades had ever met, and he subconsciously wanted to distance himself from Bai Liu.
But Bai Liu didn't give him a retreat. After realizing that Spades would not attack him easily, his waist sank, and he hooked the waist of Spades with his legs to circle him and pulled him over.
At the same time, when the muzzle of the spades was pulled over and fell into Bai Liu's arms, Bai Liu aimed at the heart of Spades from behind in a hug gesture.
Spades leaned forward to avoid the shot coming from behind, and pressed Bai Liu on the bed, and at the same time backhand pulled Bai Liu away to jam his hands and snatched the gun.
Bai Liu was pressed by the spades, breathing quickly, and the spades clamped Bai Liu's hands against the bed, condescending and asked, "Why do you have to aim at my heart?"
"Is it because in the last round of the game, I took your heart?" Spades confused, "but I gave it back to you. I took the monster's heart."
"I just think that if you must dig out your own heart to destroy." Bai Liu raised his eyes to look at him, smiled and replied, "It's better to let me dig it myself."
"—After all, I want to dig out your heart, and I have been thinking about it for a long time."
After he finished speaking, Bai Liu was like a magician throwing poker. From his gloves, he clamped a brand new soul banknote. On the banknote was the face of a member of the guild—his skill was a sharp knife.
The square that was snatched by the spades disappeared. Instead, a dagger appeared in Bai Liu's hand. He knelt on the bed with his knees, stood upright, swung the knife out of its sheath, and pushed back the spades pressing on him.
But even if the spades retreated, the sword in Bai Liu's hand did not weaken, but a sharp cold light pierced the heart of Spades.
The spades subconsciously drew the whip to block this.
The smile on Bai Liu's face became more faint: "I thought you would never get a whip."
"Where's your whip?" Spades noticed that Bai Liu had never used his weapon, just like him.
Bai Liu lifted his eyelids and said lightly: "You ruined the last game."
As he said, Bai Liu stepped on the four supporting feet of the steel frame and turned over and pressed down. The knife slashed fiercely on the bunch of whips that had been blocked by the spades in front of him.
The knife hilt pierced out a dazzling fire, and it seemed impossible to penetrate, but Bai Liu did not reduce his strength. Instead, he turned the knife and slashed again, stiffly using the tip of the knife to make a gap between the whip and the whip. .
Spades gave Bai Liu a lukewarm look. He tightened his forearm muscles, rolled the whip inward, and rolled the blade into which Bai Liu was inserted into a piece.
—Here is the suppression of low-level skill weapons by top-level skill weapons. Under the action of the whip of spades, the original hard blade is as soft as a piece of mud.
Bai Liu didn't retract the knife, but continued to stretch it along the body of the knife that was involved. Two fingers of his left hand clamped Tang Erda's soul coin, loaded Tang Erda's system interface again, and replaced the skill weapon.
The skill weapon of this ordinary member is indeed not enough to fight the spades, but Bai Liu didn't expect to use this to fight the spades.
This knife was only used to open the way. What really worked was Tang Er's skill weapon that could hold the spade whip—the gun.
Bai Liu's gaze shifted downward.
The blade has been completely drawn into the gap between the whips, and its shape has suddenly changed, turning into an indestructible rose revolver, and the blade that was drawn in has suddenly changed into a muzzle, within the strangulation of the whip. He opened a path and aimed straight at the heart of the spades.
Bai Liu's dark eyes stared at the spades, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"-boom!"
The bullet shot into Spades' chest, and then pierced through his back, pulling out a crisp blood line and hitting the ground. The blood-stained empty bullet shell hit the ground and bounced twice crisply.
The spades were taken half a step back by the huge impact of the bullet, and there was still a dazed expression on his face, and blood poured out from his chest.
Bai Liu didn't close his hand, he pushed the spades to the ground without any emotion on his face, squatted down beside the spades, then lowered his hand and raised the gun, and fired several more shots at the heart of the spades.
"Why don't you fight back?" Bai Liu asked calmly, looking at the spades lying in a pool of blood, "Just like you did in the last game, take out my heart."
"Aren't you very good at this?"
Spades turned his head to look at Bai Liu, his hair immersed in the blood, and his voice was steady: "—Because you will be punished if you attack again."
"Are you angry because of this?" Spades asked.
The emotion on Bai Liu's face appeared very rarely for a moment.
But before Spades could determine what kind of emotion this sentiment belonged to, they were restrained by the white willow without revealing it.
Bai Liu cast his eyes down and watched the small fountain of blood gurgling from the heart of Spades. Bai Liu spread his fingers and put his hand on the wound in front of the heart of Spades, blood flowing from the gaps in his slender, white fingers.
It is warm and cold, slightly viscous, and has a liquid texture like a mixture of strong acid and fuel.
"I thought your blood was also cold." Bai Liu turned his head to look at the spades, "I didn't expect it to be warm."
Bai Liu's blood-stained fingertips slid all the way up the heart of Spades, and finally stroked his forehead. He stared into Spades' eyes for a moment, lost consciousness.
Spades’ eyes are also black, which is different from Bai Liu’s invisible pure black. His black is like a glass bead placed in a dark, invisible house. From some inadvertent angles, it will reflect a lightness. The silver-blue glow of the bead is as if another person’s eyes are hidden in a bead.
"You have a pair of beautiful eyes, why are you covering them?" Bai Liu asked abruptly in this weird scene.
The spades lying on the ground also cooperated with him, answering his question: "I don't think it is necessary to show my eyes to outsiders."
He paused, and combined Bai Liu's question to add his own answer: "- Except you, no one has ever commented that this is a pair of beautiful eyes."
"Really?" Bai Liu stroked Spades's eyes and leaned down to touch him intimately. "I like your eyes very much. They are silver-blue."
Bai Liu said this in a very soft tone, and his eyes lost focus, as if the forgiven spade's fault had fallen into his eyes.
But in the next second, Spades' breathing swiftly, Bai Liu turned his spear into a knife, and opened Spades' chest, put his five fingers together through the wound, and pinched the bloody heart.
Spades thought dreamily—that's right, this man seems to be a tit-for-tat type.
So what he did to Bai Liu, Bai Liu also has to do to him.
If Bai Liu digs out his heart, he will be able to cancel his anger anymore, it’s not impossible...
Bai Liu gradually tightened his hand holding the heart of spades. He looked down at the spades, then suddenly closed his eyes and took possession of him, and at the same time tightened his hands.
The pupils of spades shrank like never before.
His heart was squeezed in an instant, and Bai Liu's warm lips pressed against his cold lips. It was an extremely strange feeling, as if his heart exploded because he couldn't stand Bai Liu's sudden kiss. generally.
Bai Liu kissed him and muttered to himself: "I hate you, you have to remember, I hate you."
A lot of blood flowed from Spade's body, and he hugged the White Willow in confusion after kissing and curled up into his arms. For a while, Spades felt that the heart hurt and felt uncomfortable not him, but White Willow.
"Are you still angry?" Spades asked.
Bai Liu didn't answer, and shrank a little more into Spades' arms. The gun in his hand did not retract, and it was against Spades's heart, feeling that he could shoot Spades two more shots at any time because of his unhappiness.
So Spades patted Bai Liu's shoulder awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry, I won't be like this next time."
Bai Liu stayed quiet for a long time, and finally put down his gun.