If hell and heaven really exist, Brother Ono probably prefers hell in comparison.
First, he is self-aware and knows that heaven has long been destined to miss him. In theory, heaven is the territory of merciful and kind-hearted people, but Brother Xiao Ye has been walking around the world for twenty years, and he has always killed his enemies without mercy, and heaven I don't like this kind of hateful guy.
Secondly, he really doesn’t like heaven, because there are a large number of smart people who have good relations with each other. They all have beautiful faces, but their armpits are black and smelly. They gather together to talk about morality and faith. Sometimes, he always sprays a lot of perfume on his body to cover up the stench. Brother Ono's nose is very sensitive, and he can smell it no matter how he covers it up, so he has already planned that if he really has the chance to choose, hell is more suitable for him.
It is said that people with faith are more likely to calmly face various challenges in life, including life and death, difficult survival and painful and tragic death. Because the gods and Buddhas they believe in have already arranged their past, present and future lives for them. So they can fight for their beliefs fearlessly.
Li Muye also has faith. Brother Xiaoye’s faith belongs to all the people who have sincerely loved him and to whom he has sincerely loved, and everything in his hometown that is worth cherishing and protecting.
Fletcher is a guy with fanatical beliefs, and his belief is Sir Barton. Belief in gods and Buddhas always feels a bit ethereal, after all, they cannot be seen or touched. If you believe in people, they are living gods and Buddhas. You can hear his voice and see his appearance. Once such a belief is formed, it often becomes more fanatical.
"You still have a chance to regret it." Fletcher said to Li Muye before taking action: "Mr. Barton doesn't want you to go to that place. If you must go, I will have to scratch you to stop it. Believe me, You’re not going to like this.”
"I want to try."
"Mr. Barton said you are very strong, so he specially found me from the Potential Development Center." Fletcher put the sharp edge of his right index finger on the tip of his tongue and licked it, and said: "Strong only represents the so-called realm, not you. Can fight."
"So you can hit me hard?" Li Muye asked in a nonchalant manner.
"In the Potential Center, I may only be ranked in the top ten, but here, no one is my opponent." Fletcher said: "Our muscles are very smart and have instincts and memories. When their instincts When the reaction is faster than our brains, your so-called realm is of little use."
"I only saw your tongue moving. If that's the smart muscle you're talking about, I have to say you're right."
"Since you don't want to look back, let me let you taste the pain first!" After saying this, Fletcher fit into a ball, and then instantly stretched his body in mid-air, in a way that defied common sense of physics, as fast as the wind, Pounced on Li Muye.
quick! Incredibly fast! Chasing the wind and lightning so fast! Faster than the eyes!
Although Li Muye had already reacted in his mind to dodge and block, his body muscles could not keep up with the speed. He retreated a little slower. At that time, his clothes were torn open, revealing the light blue vest lining inside. That was Brother Ono's flying night armor that never left his side.
This thing is as thin as clouds and as light as a feather. It is almost like nothing when worn close to the body, but it can block the bullets of sniper rifles and the stabbing blows of Qingyun Kanyue.
Fletcher was surprised to see that Li Muye was not injured. His knife slashed Brother Ono's chest and ribs without touching the texture of metal. The hand knife that replaced the nail was made of nanometal, with a density of Ten thousand times stronger than steel, the murderous weapon created by one-time molding technology was indestructible to almost everything, but he didn't expect that it couldn't hurt the opponent's flesh and blood. How could he not be secretly surprised
"I don't believe that your body is harder than the Locke bionic!" Fletcher was shocked and angry. He dug his ten toes into the ground and jumped towards Li Muye with a parallel swish of his body.
This time Brother Ono was mentally prepared for his speed. The moment he saw his shoulder swaying, he decisively showed Qingyun Kamayue in his hand, waved his hand and slashed directly into the void in front of him. The next moment, Fletcher had already reached that position. superior.
The moment he felt pain in his arm, he was frightened, stopped suddenly, and then turned over like a kite and rolled backwards.
The speed of this man's movements was completely beyond Brother Xiaoye's imagination. How could he be allowed to relax after finally gaining the upper hand with one move? Li Muye exerted his strength with one step, and shot out electricity from his body, and stabbed Fletcher's heart fiercely with a meteor strike.
This is a sword technique passed down from generation to generation by the Wendang Taiji Taoist sect. Brother Xiao Ye stole it from An Yiru. In ancient killing techniques, the most important thing is weapons. When the level difference is not particularly huge, there is no doubt that those with weapons have a great advantage over those without weapons. Therefore, each major Jianghu sect has its own inheritance of weapons and military arts that it is best at.
Xuanmen is good at large guns and knives, and Baiyuntang has many people with strange weapons. There are two sets of weapon training methods passed down from generation to generation by Tai Chi Taoism. The first is the hammer, and the second is the sword. The swordsmanship that Li Muye and An Yiru learned was completely different from the slow health-preserving swordsmanship that she usually practiced.
This set of swordsmanship is completely a set of killing techniques with the purpose of killing the opponent. Pay attention to the art of sword control. People follow the sword, the sword moves at will, and the mind moves with Yuan Qi. After practicing to the highest level, with the power of God's will, Qi will pull the sword, and the enemy can be killed in a flash.
Li Muye's mental power has reached ten meters away from his body. Within this distance, using this sword technique can be said to be even more powerful. When Ono fights with others, he has always tried his best to fight the tiger against the rabbit. If he is too strong this time, facing Fletcher's ghostly speed and ten sharp knives, he still faces the enemy with bare hands, and there is no chance of victory.
Although the Qingyun Kanyue is short, the sharpness of the sword is only stronger than other sharp weapons in the world!
The moment the tip of the knife almost touched his skin, Fletcher suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill rising from his tailbone to the back of his head. His heart suddenly tightened and then released like an explosion, and his whole body jumped high at this moment. , while avoiding Li Muye's stab, he hung upside down, and the ten knives in his hands intertwined and waved in the air to form an airtight curtain of knives, falling towards Li Muye.
Without any hesitation, Li Muye raised his arms, planted roots under his feet, and lay down flat on his back, drawing a circle like a compass. In his hand, Qingyun Xianyue moved the wind and the remaining clouds, and the flesh-and-blood arm accurately cut into the sword curtain. There was a continuous crashing sound, and blood was flying in the sky accompanied by the light of the sword.
Fletcher screamed and fell over.
Li Muye followed him like a shadow, appeared in front of Fletcher before he could stand still, and reached out to pinch his throat.
"Your hands..." Fletcher said in a hoarse voice.
Li Muye knew that what he wanted to say was why your hand was fine. At that moment, Brother Xiaoye used his mind control to evenly distribute all the nano-robots in his body on the surface of the hand's skin, and together with Qingyun Xianyue, crushed Fletcher's ten Take a knife and a few fingers. Fletcher couldn't figure out how Brother Xiaoye's hand blocked it, and this answer was now Li Muye's biggest secret. How could he be allowed to ask it
Fletcher's throat and cervical vertebrae were crushed by Li Muye. Li Muye withdrew his hand, and Qingyun Siyue flashed Jimo in his hand. He took a step back, put his hands on his sleeves and watched indifferently as his opponent slowly fell down with unwillingness in his eyes.
The female fans watching the game in the stands burst into countless screams and cheers. Li Muye looked around, and finally his eyes stopped on Professor Harrison. He walked over and said slowly: "Professor Harrison, please go back and convey to Sir Barton about today's tragedy for me." It’s a pity that he has found an opponent that I can’t show mercy to. I am sincerely cooperating with you, please believe in my sincerity and stop trying to control me.”
Professor Harrison smiled bitterly and said: "Fletcher is one of Sir Barton's most important followers. He will definitely be very angry. Today is really a regrettable and unexpected day. Mr. Li, you did nothing wrong." But this incident itself was a huge mistake, and now even I can't be sure whether our cooperative relationship is over."
In a corner of the stands, Heerenveen, who had just walked in and saw Li Muye leaving Fletcher's body, opened his mouth in surprise. He looked at Bai Qi beside him and asked: "Who is your uncle? Did you just Did you see clearly how he did it?"
Bai Qi was expressionless and said calmly: "I have seen as much as you, but I knew from the beginning that he would win. If you know enough about my uncle's past, you will know that this is not surprising. "
"But his strength and speed are obviously not as good as Fletcher!" Heerenveen asked in confusion: "Every technical move of Fletcher is a combination of the second-generation supercomputer of the Potential Development Center and the characteristics of his muscle groups. Tailor-made, the angle, speed and strength of the force are almost impossible for the opponent to guard against. How did your uncle..."
"That's the truth." Bai Qi interrupted her and said, "Don't try again, it won't do us any good."
"Although today's battle was arranged by my father, it was not my intention." Heerenveen explained: "Believe me, I just knew the news in advance."
Bai Qi said: "It doesn't matter whether I believe you or not, because in your heart you just want to force me to stay. You like me, but this kind of liking is not much different from liking an object. This kind of liking lacks respect. I like you too, but I like you but I keep you in my heart and treat you as an equal member of the opposite sex."
Heerenveen's expression suddenly turned ugly, she frowned and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
Bai Qi said: "The meaning is very simple, that is, if you really like me, you must first learn to respect me as I respect you."
"Do you think I haven't treated you well enough?" Heerenveen asked.
Bai Qi shook his head and said: "Many people treat cats and dogs well, but what I need is a lover who will share life and death in the future. I hope you are, but at least you are not yet."
"After all, you still think that I want to murder your uncle." Heerenveen said: "Dad is right. Most of you Orientals are dirty and despicable pigs. Only a few of them are outstanding, but they are The more outstanding the creatures, the more hypocritical they are. They appear to be tolerant and kind, but deep down they are so arrogant that they do not regard other races as human beings."
"That's enough!" Bai Qi said in a deep voice, "I don't think we two need to meet again in the future." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Helenveen pressed her hand on her chest and looked at his back sadly and angrily. She didn't understand what this man was thinking. She is willing to get pregnant for him, doesn't that mean how much she loves him? She had obviously arranged everything for him, but he didn't seem to appreciate it at all. In such a place where there are not many opportunities to choose, is it really worth giving up everything at your fingertips for an uncle who is not related by blood
A big hand with a metallic luster quietly reached out from behind, gently brushed her golden hair, and finally placed it on her shoulder. The man said in a kind and gentle voice: "My little princess, who asked you to So sad? Tell dad and let me drive away all your worries with my own hands."
"Ah!" Helenveen suddenly turned around, looked at the man with blond hair and blue eyes, who was as heroic as a god, shook his head vigorously and said: "No, you must not do this."
"It seems that my little Princess Sissi is still immersed in love and unable to extricate herself. In this case, maybe I can talk to this young man's uncle first?" (End of Chapter)