Dark Blood Age

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“Cousin Shauna, something's wrong, you should come check it out! ”

Jit rushed to Shauna, who had just woken up a little bit, and ran back: “I forgot, you can't get up. ”

Shauna almost fainted at him again. To say that his cousin, he looked good. Except for the timidity, his head was a little too empty.

Doing things always makes people feel unconscious.

Less than a few moments later, Jit took the riding beast of a continental country, the other with a bloody cloth in his hand, and ran back and swallowed his breath: “Cousin, I patrolled the forest and found it, and this roll of bloody cloth, as if it was left by the king. Look, something really happened! ”

Shauna couldn't get up, and Jett had to open the cloth and lift it in front of him.

Shortly afterwards, Shauna regained herself and struggled: "Go get Pascal. Wait, what's left of the king? ”

Kit quickly unwrapped the package tied to the back of the rider and placed it next to Shauna, hurrying to find the doctor Pascal.

Shauna was angry and anxious, and the bastard didn't help him open it. He only had half his body left, if he could unpack it?

Soon, Geet rushed to Pascal behind his back.

Shauna's face was pale and she held on to her sobriety: “Pascal, look at this roll of blood cloth. Leave the content alone. Are you sure it's King's blood? I can be sure myself, but I need you to be sure. ”

Shauna is a rigid man, otherwise, she would never have asked Chu Yunsheng why, immediately to execute the order.

Blood is more sensitive to blood than any race, especially Chu Yunsheng's blood, of which each of the seventeen is familiar.

A moment later, Pascal raised his head and confirmed, “It's the king's blood! ”

Acknowledging Pascal, Shauna resolutely said: "Pascal, I won't be awake long. This kid is lucky, but after all, he's too small. The big deal depends on him. You're the only one who can come up with an idea, and you're in charge of all 17 of our lives. Do as the king tells you... And Butni is alive? ”

Pascal nodded and sighed: “But it's no different than death, now the king is gone... Shauna, to be honest with you, I am in a very messy mind right now, too much has happened, too many brothers have died, nearly 200 people, only a dozen of us are left alive, Gukman brings back the news that Venlo betrayed us... I've been wondering, what are we doing? Why the hell did you come here? To help Hull get the fucking throne? What does it have to do with us? Shauna, I...”

Shauna vomited blood, angry: "Pascal, what are you talking about!? ”

Pascal looked down at his broken leg, grabbed his hair, and excited: “I just want to know what the fuck we're doing!? ”

Shauna's eyes turned cold, and she said coldly, "Are you questioning the king?!? ”

The jit next to him was stunned by the conversation between the two, subconsciously holding his left hand to the handle of the sword, looking at cousin Shauna, looking at Pascal again, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe a sound.

Pascal also stared at Shauna and gasped, but he didn't speak, and gradually, his bloodred eyes calmed down, and he said, "Shauna, I'm going crazy, you don't know how stressed I am, you're all lying here, in a coma, seriously injured, not knowing anything, not thinking about anything, I envy you, I want to lie here unconscious, not facing anything, but I can't, I have to heal you! Wang was fine when I saw him, I had a bottom in my heart. Anyway, I always felt that there was a strong support and support, so I didn't have to think about it so much, just do my thing.

But he's out of this forest, you know, how scared I am? Afraid he won't come back! What are we gonna do if he doesn't come back? What are you gonna do? What about a dozen seriously injured brothers? ”

Shauna took a breath, the airflow scratching the trachea sounds like nails scratching through the blackboard and stabbing his ears, he tried to be conscious and looked at the blood sermon: "Pascal, I understand your mood, don't think too much at this time, we need you, other, everything until I get better. Wang is not not not not not not coming back. He made it clear in here. Think about it. We were all dying at the time. Didn't Wang still come back? That's hundreds of thousands of men in the army. He came back alone! ”

Pascal nodded, “I know, I know, but I just couldn't help thinking. ”

Shauna became more and more blurred, biting her teeth and insisting, "The king must have reason to do this, Pascal, just know that we need you now, understand? ”

Pascal nodded and Shauna suggested that Jett could send him back.

The palm of his hand held the jit of the handle of the sword, and he rushed back after giving it away, knowing that his cousin must still have something to say to him.

“Jett, you've been staring at Pascal for two days...” Shauna said, holding his neck, he's going to lose his support and he's going into a coma again.

There was a glimmer of panic in Gitte's eyes, stuttering: “Cousin, cousin, him, him, me, me? ”

Shauna took a big mouthful of breath and tried to clear her brain with breathing fresh oxygen, anxiously: “He's out of his mind, I'm afraid he'll kill himself, you, you, you, you have to prevent it. ”

Jett seemed relieved and nodded in a hurry: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him. ”

Shauna revealed a happy smile to him, his eyelids converging in a hazy way, and then when he opened them, a sharp killing machine flashed in his eyes. “And, Jit, listen, remember, if he had, there were, there were, there were, there were, there were, there were, there were, there were, there were, there were signs, kill him immediately, you can't hesitate! Remember that? ”

Geet's nerves just loosened up, and he immediately strained again, watching Shauna speak dumbly.

Shauna hurried: "Remember!? Tell me you remember! If he can't figure it out, in case, reverse, reverse, definitely will, pass, expose our whereabouts to continental countries, heretics everywhere, and then contact Asyldeer, then we're done, you, me, Butney, it's all over! You have to remember! ”

Jett was frightened by Shauna's eyes, and at this moment he, drenched in ice, was in the midst of hundreds of thousands of armies, and he was afraid, but not at this time with the cold.

Does he want to kill his surviving brothers with his blade?

“I remember!” Watching his cousin stare dead into his eyes, Jett was almost about to cry and say those words.

Wang walked away as if the heavens were about to fall!

With Jett's assurance, Shauna passed out completely.

Early in the morning and soon into the night, Geet chatted with Pascal restlessly to see that he had returned to normal and tried to do everything possible to alleviate the suffering of the other seriously injured, without thinking of signs of suicide, let alone rebellion.

Jit took a dark sigh of relief and the depressed mood gradually improved and began to prepare for a robbery in a Korean camp.

This excites him slightly. In his bones, he actually wants to wear anti-underwear, or masked clothes and capes, pretend to be Superman or Batman to go to war and win the screams of blondes. Of course, the poor Spider-Man, he has no sense of substitution, otherwise it's also a good option.

But there was no way, this time he had to wear enemy armor and pretend to be a rebel to rob.

People who don't like costume dances don't realize how Jett feels when he wears continental armor.

Tidy up the armor leaves and the sheath, Jit finds that the armor “sent” by the king is slightly different from the armor of the Golden Armor Knight. The most obvious thing is that the waist is much smaller, but it fits the human figure. Otherwise, wearing the Golden Armor Knight's armor is a bit like hemp rod. Don Jikod picks up the medieval heavy armor and dings a joke.

Ready to ride in the dark with two other fellow horseback riders, the three Jets sneak into the dense forest.

Along the way, he talked to his companions about the Chinese that Wang taught him earlier: "Wow, me? Dolls? Dolls...”

Since they are impersonating the mainland, they do not speak the mainland language, but Koreans need to understand and believe that they are the mainland, which is a bit difficult.

After half a day of thinking about it, I felt unable to speak English. Although it is best to speak English, after all, to the mainland is the United States, but if the mainland people want to speak English definitely stutter, and as the mother tongue of Jit et al., they are not born alike. The best way to do this is to speak other languages. Given the large number of Koreans fleeing to China when they leave the planet, they should understand a little Chinese, maybe there are also translations. Finally, they decided to use Chinese that none of Jit et al., so it is divine.

Previously, when Chu Yun was rising, he had to do something to conceal his whereabouts, but it didn't matter if he was wearing a gang, either by negotiating or by directly opening fire and speaking by force.

Now the situation is different, not only to hide the whereabouts, but more realistically, if these three people, one wounded, weak in combat, do not pretend to be the knights of the mainland to intimidate, they must be able to get the drugs that are extremely valuable in all camps today, unless the Sun comes out from the West!

So it's up to them not to be prudent!

Seriously injured people, waiting for their medication to come back!

Along the road memories left behind by Jit, the three of them successfully touched the entrance to the Korean camp and saw a group of soldiers patrolling from afar with heavy weapons in their hands.

Ji specified his mind, exchanged eyes with the other two, drew a long sword, shouted blamelessly, rushed to the entrance of the camp, while a bunch of soldiers suddenly failed to defend Kung Fu, he waved the long sword, but also careful, did not barge in, only at the door and the other two shouted.

When the helmet-wearing soldiers saw the "Continental Knight”, they did not dare to mess around. They hurried to send a message to the camp and carefully distanced themselves from the three Jets, with a glimpse of fear in their eyes.

Jit saw, continued the ghost screaming, fierce gods shouting, sword tip pointing.

A commander-like officer came up on his scalp, raised his hand, indicating that he was unarmed, presumably wanting to talk to Kit.

He stunned Jett, and he just fingered him. How did someone actually get out?

It doesn't matter much now. For the sake of realism, keep screaming. The officer even heard frowning and didn't understand anything. When Kit finished, he was more likely to ask what Kit wanted to do than draw. They work well together.

In order to prevent the camp from having a translator who understands the Mandarin language slightly, after Jit made a fuss with him, he waited until the camp officials, large and small, rushed in, had not yet stood steady. Before he had spoken, he deliberately made the appearance of communicating with the other two people, and then nodded, as if he understood what he was saying to each other.

Then he turned his head, opened his mouth, coughed, began to learn the tone of those Chinese words, and made an extremely harsh appearance, grinning his teeth, and the fierce god shouted with fierce excitement:

“Big Sister! Big Sis, big Sis is here! ”

Less than an official and soldier reacted, he pointed to his mouth, then lifted the chip, pointed to the wound on his arm, very seriously and seriously explained: “Sister, it's me! Sister wants it! Yes! ”

The other two "knights" also fought fiercely before shouting: “Sister, it's me! Sister wants it! Yes! ”

At this point, Jit felt that someone should understand that he needed “food” and “medicine”, but he was excited to forget, Chu Yunsheng told him not to say “robbery”, just say food and medicine.

So, opposite him, the people in the whole place stared!

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At this moment Chu Yunsheng did not know what a shock Jit had caused the Koreans. He regretted it and regretted injecting 11 red liquids at once!

Before the injection, he knew he would regret it.

No one can endure this endless pain, no one!

It is no longer even suffering, nor is it torture, nor can it be described by the phrase "survival cannot be sought without death”.

If you have to find a word or a statement, it's a limit.

If the limit for giving birth to a child is 57dol of pain, and the limit for a man to be kicked in the crotch is 9000dol of pain, then it has exploded.

Compared to this, using a mercury roof makes human flesh itch to drill out of the scalp, pour asphalt condensation and peel off the entire human skin, the iron hook pulls out the large intestine from the back door, hips chopped, spikes, buried alive, filled with lead… is the most “happy” death method in the world.

But the most horrible part of it is not there, but there is no way to faint, to be awake at all times, to be incredibly awake, to become more and more sober, to magnify its ravages unrestricted and to experience in detail all its horrors.

Chu Yunsheng doesn't know where he is. He has the clearest vision at this moment, but he can't see anything. It's not darkness, but he really just wants to die, let it die.

He regretted that it would be better to inject and die with Heavenly Feather National Pivot, so as not to suffer the horrors of hell like no other in the world.

But he also knew that if he were to choose again, he would still choose the injection, which was like a student, sitting on the examination floor facing a crisis of failing to be called a parent or repeating grades or even losing the list, regretting that he had not read the book properly, but when a new semester arrived, the regret disappeared as if it had never happened before, continuing as it had been, and the corresponding “regret” would only be unique until the environment of the "exam” appeared, even if it had already been known.

Chu Yunsheng knew he would regret it and that if he finally survived, he would not regret it in the future, but he still regrets it.

This is its power and terror, and will is no longer defensible, nothing is understood, nothing can be defeated.

Chu Yunsheng went through the pain that most people have never had in their entire lives, in Huangshan, in the giant tomb of a foolish big bug, under the seven colors of the Arctic whip... a lot, but not once, like today, really wanted to seek rapid death.

In Yellow Mountain, he'd rather die than die, the time he repaired his body in the giant tomb of a fool, he knew he wouldn't die, he couldn't die under the seven colors of the Arctic whip!

But today, in order to confront his fear of hell, he suddenly finds that he has no reason to live, not die and not die!

His mental weapon was weak as a straw.

What can't he die of?

Blood rides and Boutneyshauna and others, what he could have arranged, without him, might have been better, at least not so powerful people would have looked at them again.

Noriko had nothing to do with him. He died and nothing would affect him.

Senior's letter has also been reported. It should have its own way. Little tiger forgot him long ago. The old acquaintances don't want to see him again. The world is already full of mulberry fields.

He's dead, and perhaps he'll meet the one he misses most, if the legendary hell exists.

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Anything else?

Exploring the starry sky is just a human curiosity about the unknown.

Free and comfortable living is a luxury.

Breaking the pivot, striking nine yuan heaven, the spirit of birth? He was no longer a child, but would take this hierarchical desire for the purpose of trusting his soul and life.

As for things such as zero-dimensional cubes, giant triplets, and the realm of the soul… what he did not understand could not be a reason for him to have to live and study, and he did not collect his precious habits.

Nor did he want to know the reasons for the divine war, the long and unfinished war, etc., which he had been unable to hide from.

……

It's gone!

He couldn't find a reason to live, a reason to survive, and he no longer had the weapons to fight it.

If you have to find one, then it would be a huge pity not to be able to complete your parents' hopes, to get married and have children. He hasn't thought about that in a long time.

Then he sadly discovered that he wanted to find a reason to stay alive, all of which became a reason for him to die!

His sadder discovery, when he scraped his stomach searching for the reason why he had to live, was that he had no reason.

He was wondering if a man who lived to this point, even a god, would probably never want to live again?

Just as a man who wants to do everything he can to justify not loving another man has made it clear that he is deeply in love, or that a man should not break up on paper by hanging his brains out, has also made it clear that his heart has decided to break up.

A moment later, Chu Yunsheng suddenly realized in the moment that he was not experiencing the fear of hell brought about by the eleven red fluids, but was torturing himself:

If that's the case, why live?

This question removes all hypocrisy, all masks, all sickness free moaning, all orthodontics, naked straight into the heart!

In the zero dimension, there has been no movement in the first level for a long time, slightly moving, starting to move towards the second level!

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Wait till you get some sleep, go on to the second place, solemnly ask for a ticket!

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