Dark Blood Age

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The razor-sharp sword in the sky came back through the sky, unable to sense its original master, but sensed a life nearby that qualified it, and fell rapidly in that direction.

Choke!

Extreme light falls, green light condensed sword body light converges, revealing complex and dense sword print, earthworm-like ancient text appeared in convergent light one after another...

The sword is stuck in the distance a little boy can reach, but it can't move even one finger.

The big boy with freckles was frightened by the blue sword falling from the sky and returned. He also kicked the little boy lying on the ground with his feet and squatted close to the blue sword for half a day.

“You want it, too? Come and get it? ”

Seeing the little boy staring cold at the strange sword's eyes, the freckled big boy shouted.

“Oh, I forgot, you're a weird zombie who can't move, and I took it closer. ”

Freckled Big Boy stands up, pulls out the blue weird sword, the sword body does not seem to weigh, he can easily hold the handle of the sword, like holding a toy, hanging from the little boy's hand.

“Take it, take it, don't you want it? ”

The little boy's eyes still stare dead at the body of the sword, as long as it touches it, as long as it touches it, the spirit inside can be used for it, it can stand up!

“Don't bully Brother Ba, okay? He's just hurt and can't move. ”

Little girls want to “protect” little boys, feebly struggle to get up.

“Dead Chinese ghost, go away! ”

The big freckled boy also couldn't understand what the little girl was saying, but he handled it very simply, kicked her off with one foot, watched her get kicked off the floor like a puppy, and laughed hahaha.

“Hey, hey, don't. I have to give it to you. How can it be fun? Otherwise, crucify yourself with it. That's a good idea! ”

The Big Freckle Boy put away his laughter and seemed to come up with another malicious but amusing note.

And the little boy looked at him with a slight smile, as long as he stabbed his sword down, today would be their last day!

It doesn't hate anyone, it makes sense, just as it doesn't sympathize with little girls, the gods don't have love and hate, only anger and heavenly anger.

The freckled big boy strolled back and forth on the little boy with his freckled sword, sometimes over his face, sometimes in front of his chest, and seemed to be looking for a more suitable place.

Just as he decided to stab the little boy in the cheek, there was a rush of horseshoes coming from the valley, and the freckled boy raised his head and saw an English knight riding a much taller bloody red horse in front of him, covered in blue armor.

The big boy was a little scared, standing still, his hands loose, and the weird sword in his hand was about to fall and stab the little boy in the cheek.

Knight lightning stretched out his right hand with a suit, five fingers open and then retracted, and the strange sword coming off the big boy almost rubbed the little boy's nose into the knight's hand.

At this time, the little girl rolled aside like a puppy to recover and cry directly, while the little boy watched his chance to wipe his nose passing...

Behind the knights came more knights, each of whom was slightly fatigued by dusty servants.

“After so long, I finally caught up!” Catching up with a handsome knight, panting slightly like a puzzle: “How did this thing spin in the sky for almost half a day? ”

Without answering him, the Heavy Helmet Knight placed the Green Light Weird Sword flat on the front end for a moment. He drew the Heavy Light Sword from the waist with his left hand and handed it to the handsome Knight beside him. Then he inserted the Green Light Weird Sword into it. The whole blue armor emitted a magical flash, which was stunning.

“There should be one more thing missing…” The Heavy Helmet Knight whispered, looking up to the south, softly: “Valt...”

“Hmm?” A handsome knight with a heavy sword revealed a smile.

“Forget it...” The Heavy Armor Knight sighed, gently hitting the horse whip, crossing the demented freckled big boy, seeing a lean little girl with a stingy urine on her body, wondering why she stopped, "Give her something to eat. ”

Valt looked at the shadow of the Knight of Focus A, clasped his lips, tried to say something, but didn't say it, waved his hand, let the person behind him throw the next grain bag at the little girl's feet, and chased him.

Over the mountainous tent camps, there was a loud and repeated honking sound.

“The army on the plains is strong and they have no choice.” The handsome knight looked out of the tent and listened quietly to the man who had decided to say, lightly, but he seemed to have another sentence he hadn't said.

“Chris didn't do anything wrong.” The Heavy Armor Knight answered him like this, then turned around, and the Knight behind him followed him like a fish leap.

The handsome knight looked back at the demented big boy and the skinny little girl trying to carry the little boy, strangled the horse, scolded and followed.

Behind them, like the soldiers of the Golden Armor of the Clouds, over the valley, permanently swaying the sad voices from the loudspeakers:

“Hand it over, let it go! Occupy the barracks, let them occupy the barracks! …… ”

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What happened in the South, Chu Yunsheng had no way of knowing, the cooperation programme with the small people had not been discussed in detail, and they could not share all the information with him now.

Leaving Zheng and Yacht to deal with the little people, he returned to the area where the blood rider and the degenerate were temporarily stationed.

“Hotpot? ”

Seeing the different people holding a large pot, not knowing what was cooking, Chu Yun came to his appetite at a pause. To date, he had not dripped, and the recovering nerves were completely transmitting the long-overdue sense of starvation back to his brain over and over again. He was already hungry.

“What hot pot? If you speak Chinese again, eat over there!” Difference refers to a makeshift canteen built by people not far from the camp, Dao.

“What did you cook?” Chu Yunsheng ignored him. He went up and scooped him with a spoon. "Put some meat in your porridge, too! ”

“Can you eat meat now?” Pull said strangely.

In the talking room, there were degraded people and feet smoothly put a bowl on Chu Yunsheng, pulling out nonsense, they dared not.

In Chu Yunsheng's gaze, he had to pull out: “OK, we are barbaric, we beasts, even if we kill a pile of dead meat, we sit next to the corpse, there should be no psychological disorder when eating meat, so be it. ”

Chu Yun lifted up the bowl and looked up at him. "I've eaten. ”

“What have you eaten?” Didn't hear you well.

Chu Yunsheng didn't seem to want to remember that part he never wanted to remember. He looked down at the hot porridge in the bowl: “If people are forced to do that, they are not smart enough to eat anything, but there are corpses all the way under his feet...”

Pulling out the difference is not really sitting next to the corpse can't eat meat, he is in the leak of dissatisfaction Chu Yunsheng repeatedly said in front of the camp to let him pull out the bite.

When Chu Yunsheng suddenly said this, he felt a palpitation. “Have you eaten corpses, human flesh? ”

Chu Yun lifted his eyes through a faint darkness and then revealed a brilliant smile. Then he continued with what he had just said: “You will think how wonderful it is to have a bowl of porridge in front of you. ”

Breathe along the bowl, inhale a thin sip of porridge, still a little hot porridge along the throat through the esophagus, into the empty stomach, the power of a warm ocean spread along the nerve endings all over the limbs.

This is the power of the life force!

Even though it is rare, its existence can still be clearly felt.

Chu Yunsheng hasn't felt its ability for a long time. It's just a sip of porridge that makes people feel “alive”.

But there seems to be something wrong there?

His instincts had always been accurate, especially the bad side, and he immediately frowned and examined his body with a little fire energy that had just gathered up, not noticing any problems, but becoming more disturbed.

He absorbed the giant's massive death, which was a waste, and the amount he inhaled was extremely astonishing. Rationally, his process of replenishing his death should be over. Moreover, his sensory sensations throughout his body, as well as the feeling of a mouthful of porridge just now, proved that he was no different from when he was "alive".

But why hasn't the body changed in any other way?

Though he doesn't know what should have changed, he should never have moved a bit except to restore his nerves. You know, this body is not his!

Still “living” in someone else's body, even if this body is like his original body, how can you call it "making up for death”?

Must have forgotten somewhere?

Chu Yun lifted up the bowl of porridge, suddenly lost his appetite, pondered bitterly, remembered every word of his conversation with the guardian in this regard, deeply afraid that he missed something blind but important.

Pulling out seemed rude, full of nonsense, but it was actually extremely light. Suddenly Chu Yunsheng's color grew, so he stopped bothering him and sat aside.

“Making amends, making amends... What's wrong? ”

“Guardian, what did you say when you first showed up?... mentioning that when I died, it was attached to the Spike Gun... and then the seventh century, it said to make up for my death, and I felt it myself, this should be right... what else did it do and what did it say?... underground tombs? This isn't... Noriko's idea? This doesn't matter... took me to see them? This doesn't seem to fit either... when you leave Earth? Wait..."

He returned violently to the penultimate article that he had just thought of. He looked at Vincent who was comfortable negotiating with the little people in the distance. He remembered that he had to carry Vincent's purpose in the beginning, and he thought that none of the people who left the sixth century had been found...

Suddenly, a creepy feeling invaded his brain from his back along his spine, causing him to stand up in a "squeaky” voice, the porridge bowl smashed to the ground, sluggish the ground, holding the knife handle tightly in his left hand, loosening, gripping again, loosening again, gripping again, shaking slightly, a terrible possibility to make his lips shake:

“Impossible, Impossible, Absolutely Impossible, He is not me, Absolutely not me, Absolutely not me, I cannot kill...”

At this moment, he raised his head as if once again he had heard the cruel laughter of fate in the sky.

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