Tang Ji will never forget that in the heavy rain, the legion was about to arrive, the man covered in blood walked step by step towards him who fell to the ground unable to get up, stomped heavily on his chest, and raised his machete like an executioner—
It was as if hearing the piercing cry of the dead woman again.
Cut off his head!
But he didn't die after all. How could he die before stepping on everyone's feet and becoming the strongest warrior
Tang Ji narrowed his eyes, he looked at the ridiculous makeup, raised his chin towards the curtain where the clown walked out just now, and said, "Is Cui Zuojing inside?"
"I can't let you take him away." The clown stared at the young man not far in front of him. After so long, Tang Ji still looked like the first time he saw him. It seemed that the queen's desire to stay young had also affected her. of followers.
"yes?"
Before the words fell, the figure of the young man disappeared in place, the clown's arms crossed in front of him, and he blocked the whip that suddenly appeared in front of him. The huge impact was transmitted from the blade to the arms, and the clown's muscles tightened. , directly propped the shirt away from the stitching, instead of retreating, he took a big step forward, the tip of the knife raised!
Stab it!
The corners of his clothes were cut off and fell to the ground. Tang Ji's speed was very fast, almost dragging out afterimages while moving, but this was useless to the clown. No matter where Tang Ji moved, as long as he was still on this side of the battlefield, There is absolutely no way to escape his blade.
This is his confidence as a slayer.
Killer is not a specific ability, it represents a type of person, a type of person with super aggressive ability.
Every slayer is a warrior destined to stand at the top. Cui Zuojing can turn anything in his hands into the sharpest and most sturdy weapon, while the clown can lock it. he kills.
That's why no one has ever managed to escape a bloody night in the Joker's rookie zone as a purger.
"Don't be naive, you know it won't be my opponent." The clown said indifferently, "If you don't want to die here, get out of here."
Tang Ji landed lightly, his poisoned whip tip shone with a strange luster. He stared at the blood-red smiling lips on the clown's face, and slowly revealed a twisted sly smile: "How can you know if you don't try?"
Moisture was gradually brewing in the air, and the clown didn't expect to tell the uninvited guests away. Cui Zuojing was still recovering his feelings inside and needed someone to take care of him. He stopped wasting time, grabbed the handle of the knife, and rushed towards the boy in black. .
锃!
The blade and the whip collided and made a harsh sound. The ping ping pong pong sounded endlessly for a while, almost forming a sound curtain. In the pure white space, only two afterimages could be seen intertwined, abruptly separated and collided heavily.
The fierce wind brought by the movement of the figure lifted the corner of the curtain, and the two of them fought for dozens of rounds in a flash. Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound, and the black figure flew out of the air, straight like a missile. Straight to the ground!
The boy's arms and legs were covered with bloodstains. The black combat uniform could not be seen soaked in blood, but it was obviously wet.
The clown landed heavily behind him, and the terrifying impact of his weight almost smashed a hole into the ground. With a loud shout, he suddenly rushed in front of Tang Ji, who had not yet got up!
Tang Ji's pupils shrank sharply, and when he slammed on the ground, he was about to turn over and dodge!
boom-
It wasn't the sound of the knife cutting through the human body, but a paper umbrella blocked between the blade and Tang Ji.
A drop of cold rain fell slowly, bringing a biting chill.
The umbrella turned in the girl's hand, and the umbrella surface gently pushed the side of the machete away, and you could see the countless bloody fingerprints on the inside. Chang Hui stood in front of Tang Ji with an umbrella and a silver bracelet hanging from her wrist. She raised her hand and folded her short hair, and smiled at the clown, "Why do you do things like this?"
The rain gradually became heavier, and it fell on his body, causing people to shiver. Tang Ji covered his injured arm and stood up, grinning a normal smile that was rarely seen on his face.
The little beast with white fur sniffed at Tang Ji's feet, jumped on Chang Hui's shoulder in disgust, and pointed at him with its eight tails.
"You are the ones who provoke me first." The clown flung off the blood on the knife. He seemed to have some scruples about Chang Hui. The evil intent in the bone-penetrating rain made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.
The umbrella protected Chang Hui from this terrifying rain curtain. She looked up at the clown slightly, and said softly, "But the best warriors shouldn't only care about what's in front of them, let's hurry up and see our little black goat. ."
The clown changed color suddenly, and he suddenly realized that since he came out, Cui Zuojing hadn't heard the voice from beginning to end.
He clenched the knife in his hand, stepped back step by step, and said coldly, "You should hope that you don't do anything you shouldn't do."
Chang Hui didn't answer, just smiled, which was her usual soft smile.
The rain was still falling, and the clown's shoulders and hair were quickly wet. He stepped back in front of the curtain, and finally looked at the girl and boy under the umbrella in the rain, and lifted it up and got in.
Chang Hui retracted her gaze, turned to Tang Ji, who was slightly embarrassed, and said, "Let's go."
"..." The pain of the wound made him even more excited, Tang Ji ignored the snake who was burying his head in the wound sucking blood, "You saved me again."
"I don't want to save you a third time." Chang Hui sighed softly, looking at the endless railroad tracks, and took the lead.
Tang Ji opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to express what was in his heart. He had always done whatever he wanted, but whenever he was in front of this girl, he seemed to be bound by his hands and feet, and he was no longer himself.
He hated this feeling a little bit, but he was unwilling to kill Chang Hui as before.
Really nerve-racking.
The rain gave him a really bad feeling, so Tang Ji hurriedly followed, and rubbed Chang Hui's umbrella: "Is the plan going well?"
Although he is crazy, his brain is not broken. Of course, he will not rashly court death when he knows that he is not the opponent of the clown. Everything is just to buy time.
The corner of Chang Hui's lips raised a smile: "Of course."
"Azuo!" The clown shouted back to the small bar, and saw the glass bottle and Cui Zuojing lying on the ground at a glance.
He secretly screamed badly, Chang Hui must have sneaked over when he and Tang Ji were fighting, and he strode forward to pick up the young man, when he heard Cui Zuojing moan in pain.
… fine
The clown stopped.
Cui Zuojing gritted his teeth and propped himself up. After accumulating feelings for a whole year, he returned to his body. Sadness, happiness, pain, anger, joy... were intertwined, and it almost washed him down.
And the love that is indescribable.
It was a feeling he had never imagined, to be... so enthusiastic.
"Are you ok?"
Cui Zuojing nodded reluctantly, and suddenly felt a warm liquid falling on the back of his hand.
Those were his tears.
More tears fell one after another, and soon the back of his hand was wet. Cui Zuojing turned over and sat on the bar, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and took a deep breath.
The clown squatted beside him, the knife in his hand was still dripping blood, he hesitated to speak, very eager to know what Chang Hui had done, but couldn't speak at this time.
He could only put one hand on Cui Zuojing's shoulder, but what the boy needed at this moment didn't seem to be comfort.
Cui Zuojing never made a sound, and his tears flowed uncontrollably. Those turbulent and contradictory joys and sorrows surged into the most complicated taste in his heart. in his soul.
There was only one emotion left, and instead of being silent, it intensified.
Why didn't he just slap him when he confessed to stealing the kiss? Why did Dong Zheng agree to his pursuit as soon as he said it on the swing in Heimdall Gardens? Why are you afraid and think of sleeping with him for the first time? Why did Dong Zheng enjoy what Dong Zheng did on that bloody night
Only then did Cui Zuojing know what his acquiescence to Dong Zheng came from.
When did you like it
Is it that time? On the snow-capped cliff, the man knelt in front of him, the surging tears melted the ice and snow mixed with Allen's blood, and said in a hoarse voice that he had lost Allen. The tears fell on his fingertips, almost burning him.
Or is it that when you are trapped in a water-filled room, you are about to drown, and when you are suffering from mental torture, the coolness that goes into your heart
Or earlier
Playing black jack out of the doll's house, he grabbed him and pressed him on the bed. The hand that stretched into the front of his shirt to touch the card showed a little fragility when talking in the rainy night. When the US and the Soviet Union were fighting for hegemony, they brushed the corners of the lips on the tip of the ear; In the underground cave of Dusk Island, in order to help him block the body that was pierced by the sharp stone pillar, the two faced the perfect cooperation of Hydra in the dark swamp; they were kissed by Dong Zheng for the first time and panicked when they heard the confession. Feeling at a loss, and the strange feeling that cannot be expressed... Everything, everything, flashed again and again in his eyes.
Cui Zuojing wiped away the tears with force, and finally stood up with the help of the bar.
"How's it going?" He sniffed and looked at the curtain with red eyes.
"It's J." The clown didn't know Tang Ji's name, or he knew Tang Ji's name when he was still a pilgrim, but he didn't want to mention it again.
Cui Zuojing felt the dampness and abnormal coldness in the air, paused, and asked, "Is Chang Hui here too?"
"Yes, she should have come in when J was holding me back, didn't you see her?"
Cui Zuojing shook his head. At that time, he was being impacted by the feeling of being lost and found. He closed his eyes, bowed and knelt on the ground, completely ignoring the situation around him.
The seal on the inside of the wrist was faintly glowing, and Cui Zuojing pressed it on it. The power of time fluctuated because of the return of emotions, but it was not unusual.
The Joker frowned: "If I remember correctly, Chang Hui has always wanted to make a deal with you."
"Yes, she saw my desire to get rid of the queen and change everything." Cui Zuojing watched as he gradually calmed down, but it only seemed calmer.
"She definitely came in just now. It's impossible to do nothing, otherwise Tang Ji wouldn't have been delayed for a while."
"I don't seem to have any problems here." Cui Zuojing looked around for a week, "Could it be that you lost something? If her goal is me, I shouldn't be standing here talking to you now."
Lost something? The clown looked around. He knew that there was nothing important in the bar, so he didn't pay attention to the surroundings.
The cans specially prepared for Victor are still on the bar, the posters are pasted in place, and the clothes changed from the sofa have not changed...
and many more!
The clown's expression froze. The eight boxes that were originally placed on the second floor of the wine cabinet were missing one!