The rain in the jungle, through the infestation of the green leaves, has a unique natural freshness, as if the scent of sandalwood that refreshes the brain and calms the nerves, enters the body from Jiang Minghao's mouth and nose, allowing him to clearly feel the pain in his heart.
And the rotting dead leaves and silt under Jiang Minghao's body, under the soaking of rain water, maximized the rancid smell, fighting against the fresh breath, like a messenger from hell, trying his best. Little by little, he pulled Jiang Minghao's body into the mud, making him a slave to pain.
The rain is like a fair god, washing Jiang Minghao's sludge, and at the same time washing the remains of Li Yulong and Instructor Zheng, as if to give the last condolences to the soldiers of the Long Kingdom who gave up their lives and gave everything to their brothers. And condolences.
At that moment, the blood completely dyed the rain red, spreading along the lines of the ground, as if pouring out the will, love and fearlessness of the soldiers of the Long Kingdom in this jungle that even the people of the Goose Kingdom feared, here for The immortal will of the soldiers of the Long Kingdom is deeply imprinted.
Hawkeye looked at Jiang Minghao's face that was gradually washed away by the rain, as if it were a pool of stagnant water, without a trace of life. At that moment, it made Hawkeye feel a little regretful that he had chosen Jiang Minghao.
But when Hawkeye finished packing his things, picked up his sniper rifle, and was about to exit the jungle bounty battle, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if a beast was standing behind him, using it Those fierce eyes stared at him, and he could become this guy's dinner at any time.
Hawkeye immediately raised his gun, turned around abruptly, and pointed the muzzle of the bullet-free sniper rifle he had just picked up. However, he found that the murderous look was not a beast, but Jiang Minghao sitting on the ground. .
Those eyes are like hungry wolves in the grassland, glowing red, as if they are regarded as his prey, and when the right eye of Eagle Eye and Jiang Minghao look at each other, he immediately feels that he is falling. The endless abyss of fear, the cold breath, and the fear of death made Hawkeye's fingers on the trigger tightly stiff, and his shoulders were like a huge boulder, making his legs tremble and weak.
"call········"
Hawkeye exhaled fiercely, and the big stone in his heart was slightly loosened, but Jiang Minghao's eyes gave him a sense of pressure, so that Hawkeye holding a sniper rifle still felt that he might step into hell at any time. Even the rainstorm sky just now was destroyed by Jiang Minghao, and the spirit of killing gods and ghosts was scared like a child with silence, and he dared not shed another tear.
Hawkeye couldn't help but muttered secretly in his heart: Why is Jiang Minghao's hateful eyes facing me? Is it to blame me for not optimistic about his brother? Or blame me for taking the medicine late? Or did he see that I wanted to grease the soles of my feet and slip away
The more Eagle Eye thought about it, the more he felt that Jiang Minghao’s killing air was directed at him. Similarly, the more he guessed, the more fear in his heart sucked him into the bottomless abyss like a black hole, so Eagle Eye immediately Open the mouth:
"Saber, stay awake, I am Hawkeye!" Hawkeye said, slowly removing his finger from the trigger, and then moving the muzzle elsewhere and continued:
"We are now grasshoppers on a rope, no, like you, I am full of pain and regret, and these pains are to be washed away with the blood of the enemy!"
When Hawkeye finished speaking, Jiang Minghao’s blood-red eyes filled his eye sockets like a blazing flame, but at that moment, Hawkeye could feel that Jiang Minghao’s killing and killing aura had already He moved away from him, but he still couldn't help his heartbeat speeding up and breathing hard. But at this moment, how terrifying Jiang Minghao's anger and desire to kill should be
"Use the enemy's blood to wash, use the enemy's blood to wash..."
Jiang Minghao muttered this sentence, like a death curse, and every word and every sentence made the eagle eye on the side feel like someone was hitting his heart with a knife behind his back, eagle eye forbearance. Without a shiver, he immediately agreed:
"Yes, wash with the enemy's blood!"
Just as Hawkeye's words fell, the scene in front of him made his eyes widened.
I saw Jiang Minghao sitting on the ground. Suddenly, his hands were slapped towards the ground. Two clearly visible handprints, about one centimeter deep, appeared in the mud all over the ground. Then, Jiang Minghao's body was relied on double strands. The power of smashed on the ground, and the whole body seemed to be lifted up by an invisible suction force.
"I'm grass, won't you?"
Hawkeye secretly marveled at this in his heart. He looked at Jiang Minghao's ghostly power and stared his only eye like a copper bell, staring at the two clearly visible handprints on the ground. He knew clearly. Seeing that Jiang Minghao's hands were not on the ground, how could he press those two handprints on the ground
At this moment, Jiang Minghao walked lightly, like a wandering ghost, walking towards the eagle eye, while the front of his body was washed clean and white as paper by the rain, but his back was covered by lying on the ground. The dead leaves and silt on the ground were soaked in pitch black like ink. In that scene, Hawkeye suddenly had an illusion, as if Jiang Minghao in front of him was the incarnation of black and white impermanence, coming to find himself fascinated.
"No?" Hawkeye looked at Jiang Minghao's murderous face soaked in death, and couldn't help but wonder, "Is this kid crazy?"
While thinking about it, Hawkeye swung the sniper rifle in his hand with extremely subtle movements. Even he himself did not notice, his legs could not help but step back.
At this moment, Hawkeye is like a rabbit completely frightened by a tiger. Even if he has sharp teeth, he does not have the courage and strength to bite. Jiang Minghao’s sudden uplifting momentum makes Hawkeye feel that the opponent is the devil. An ordinary existence, and oneself, is a tiny ant.
"You...what do you want to do? Jiang Minghao, Jiang Minghao!"
Hawkeye couldn't help but start calling Jiang Minghao's name instead of the code name he had just set for himself, but after Jiang Minghao heard the voice of Hawkeye, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and the deadly face was here. Against the background of the smile, Hawkeye felt cold and shuddered.
"I know you still have extra clothes in your tactical backpack, give it to me!"
As Jiang Minghao said, his figure flashed, and he jumped over the eagle eye standing in front of him, floated directly behind the eagle eye, grabbed his tactical backpack, and searched for it.
The reason why the word Gone is used to describe Jiang Minghao's figure is because Jiang Minghao, who is standing in front of him, has just displayed the posture that makes Hawkeye feel like he's deja vu.
Hawkeye stood there blankly, letting Jiang Minghao take away his backpack, but in his mouth, he kept mumbling:
"How is it possible? How is this possible?"
"How is it possible?" At this moment, Jiang Minghao had found a towel from Hawkeye's tactical backpack and wiped his body clean, and he seemed to have completely forgotten the appearance of his unhappiness just now, as if everything happened before. They are deeply locked in the bottom of my heart.
"While the wind blows the willows, how can you stand the wind blows the willows?"
Hawkeye looked at Jiang Minghao who had just put on his spare camouflage in amazement. The look of expectation was like a child desperately eager to get answers, but when he saw Jiang Minghao’s blank expression, Hawkeye immediately He waved his hand, pointed to the two handprints that Jiang Minghao had just made in the air and asked:
"No, no, tell me first, how did the two mudra just now!"
This time, Jiang Minghao understood Hawkeye's problem. Similarly, he also began to pay attention to his body. He looked at his hands that had been wiped clean, his face involuntarily revealed a trace of doubt.
Because those two palm prints with a depth of about one centimeter can clearly be achieved by masters in the mid-anjin stage, but Jiang Minghao clearly remembers that although he has stepped into the mid-anjin stage with one foot, he has not fully reached it. And this difference in feet, for the martial artist, can be described as a world of difference.
Jiang Minghao couldn't help but observe the meridians of his whole body again with his perspective eyes. At this moment, he found that his body, which had been riddled with holes, was intact like a smooth ditch at this moment. Jiang Minghao couldn't help secretly moving from his Dantian With a breath of energy, he found himself unimpeded all over his body.
I don’t know when, his damaged and blocked meridians suddenly healed miraculously. Jiang Minghao immediately thought about all his experiences. Maybe it's all right suddenly
At this moment, his eyes suddenly noticed a piece of water on the ground. At this moment, a full moon had already risen, and the white and bright moonlight was sprinkling on the jungle that obscured the sky, like a golden wheat field, and The wisps of moonlight shone through the cracks of the mottled leaves on the water, and the microwaves rippled like a cringing lake.
"Could it be that cold lake?"
Jiang Minghao muttered to himself, recalling the situation when he inadvertently picked up his dantian energy to resist the cold lake water when he was saving instructor Zheng. The pain of the two layers of ice and fire made him still feel like he was there.
"It seems that I have reached the mid-stage state of restrained energy!" Jiang Minghao secretly affirmed in his heart, and his fists were also closed, as if this sudden rise in the realm of reaction gave him more confidence in destroying the enemy.
But at this moment, Jiang Minghao suddenly felt a heartache in his chest, especially when the energy passed through the meridians in his chest, the pain was especially obvious.
Jiang Minghao couldn't help but look at his chest again with his perspective eyes. The bullet from the scorpion-tailed sniper rifle remained in the flesh of his chest, less than two centimeters away from his heart, and such a distance It's not fatal, just like there is a piece of sugar in your mouth that you can't spit out, but it doesn't affect it!