I Was Once a Legend

Tang Ji will never forget that the legion is about to arrive in the heavy rain. The bloody man walked step by step to him who fell on the ground and could not climb up. He stepped heavily on his chest, and the executioner raised his scimitar high--

It seemed as if I heard the dead woman shouting again.

Cut off his head!

But he didn't die after all. How could he die before he stepped on everyone and became the strongest warrior?

Tang Ji narrowed his eyes. He looked at the ridiculous makeup and lifted his chin toward the curtain where the clown came out, saying, "Cui Zuojing is inside?"

"I can't let you take him away." The clown stared at the teenager not far in front of him. After so long, Tang Ji was still the first sight. It seemed that the queen's desire to stay young for the first time also affected her. Followers.

"is it?"

Before the voice fell, the figure of the teenager disappeared. The clown crossed his arms in front of him, instantly blocking the whip that suddenly appeared in front of him. A huge impact was transmitted from the knife surface to his arms, and the clown muscles were tight. , He pushed the shirt straight away from the seam. Instead of retreating, he took a big step forward and picked up the tip of the knife!

Thorn!

The corner of the clothing was cut off and fell to the ground. Tang Ji was very fast and almost left an image on the move, but it was useless to the clown. No matter where Tang Ji moved, as long as he was still on the battlefield, He could not escape his blade.

This is his confidence as a killer.

Killer is not a specific ability, it represents a class of people, a class of people with super aggressive ability.

Every killer is a fighter who is destined to stand on the top. Cui Zuojing can turn anything in his hands into the sharpest and strongest weapon, and the clown can be locked. As long as the locked person, he will be sure to be He killed.

This is why no one has successfully escaped from the bloody night in the area where the clown is a novice.

"Don't be naive, you know it won't be my opponent." The clown said indifferently, "If you don't want to die here, hurry up."

Tang Ji landed lightly, and the poisoned whip flashed with strange luster. He stared at the blood-red smile on the clown's face, slowly revealing a twisted grin: "How can you know without trying?"

Moist moisture was brewing in the air, and the clown did not expect to be able to tell the uninvited guest away. Cui Zuojing was still recovering his feelings and needed care. He no longer wasted time, clenched the knife handle, and rushed towards the black boy .

!

The blade and the whip collided and made a piercing sound. For a time, ping-pong and ping-pong continually formed into a sound curtain. In the pure white space, you could only see two afterimages intertwined, and suddenly separated and collided heavily.

The strong wind brought by the movement of the figure lifted the corner of the curtain, and the two of them immediately fought for dozens of rounds. Suddenly, with a loud cracking sound, the black figure flew directly out of the sky, straight like a missile Slammed on the ground!

The teenager's arms and legs were covered with blood stains. The black combat uniform could not see the blood, but it was obviously wet.

The clown fell heavily behind him. The horror impact of the weight almost smashed the ground into a pit. He slammed and rushed to Tang Ji who had not yet climbed up!

Tang Ji's pupils shrunk, and he kicked the ground and turned to hide!

boom--

It wasn't the sound of the knife cutting the human body, a paper umbrella blocked the blade and Tang Ji.

A drop of cold rain slowly fell, bringing bitter chills.

The umbrella turned around in the girl's hand, and the umbrella surface gently pushed the scimitar side away, and you could see the dense bloody fingerprints on the inside.Chang Hui stood in front of Tang Ji with a silver bracelet around her wrist. She raised her hands to her short hair, and smiled at the clown: "Why do you do things so well?"

The rain gradually became heavy and fell on the body to make people shivering. Tang Ji stood up holding his injured arm and grinned a normal smile that was rarely seen on his face.

The white fur beast sniffed at Tang Ji's feet, and jumped on Chang Hui's shoulder with disgust, facing him with eight tails.

"You are the one who provokes me first." The clown threw the blood on the knife. He seemed to have some scruples about Chang Hui. The evil spirit carried in the bone rain made him uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

Umbrella protected Chang Hui from this terrible rain screen. She looked up slightly at the clown and said softly: "But the best warrior shouldn't just care about the eyes, or just go and see our little black goat." ."

The clown suddenly changed color, and he suddenly realized that he had not heard Cui Zuojing's voice since he came out.

He clenched the knife in his hand and stepped back step by step, coldly saying: "You should look forward to doing nothing that should not be done."

Chang Hui didn't answer, just smile, it was her always soft smile.

The rain was still raining and soon wet the clown's shoulders and hair. He returned to the curtain and finally looked at the girl and the boy under the umbrella in the rain.

Chang Hui withdrew his eyes and turned to Tang Ji, who was slightly embarrassed: "Let's go."

"..." The pain in the wound made him more excited. Tang Ji ignored the snake that was burying his blood in the wound. "You saved me again."

"I don't want to save you for the third time." Chang Hui sighed, looked at the rails where no end was seen, and took the lead.

Tang Ji opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to tell what he wanted in his heart. He had always been free and lawless, 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, but he was not willing to kill Chang Hui as before.

It's really nerve-wracking.

The rain gave him a bad feeling. Tang Ji quickly caught up and rubbed Chang Hui's umbrella: "Is the plan going well?"

Although he was crazy, his brain was not bad. Of course, he would not rush to death if he knew he was not a clown opponent. Everything was for time.

Chang Hui's lips raised a smile: "Of course."

"A Zuo!" the clown shouted back to the bar, and at a glance saw the glass bottle and Cui Zuojing falling to the ground.

He screamed badly in his heart. Chang Hui must have sneaked in while he was fighting Tang Ji. He strode forward to lift the boy and heard Cui Zuojing moaning painfully.

...Is it okay?

The clown froze.

Cui Zuojing clenched his teeth and propped up, accumulating a whole year's feelings before returning to his body, sadness, joy, pain, anger, joy... intertwined with each other, almost to wash him down.

And the love that can't be said at all.

It was a feeling he had never thought of, even... there would be such a passion.

"Are you ok?"

Cui Zuojing nodded reluctantly, and suddenly felt a warm liquid fall on the back of his hand.

That was his tears.

More tears continued to fall, and soon the back of his hand was wet. Cui Zuojing leaned over and sat on the bar, raised his hands to cover his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The clown squatted down beside him, and the knife in his hand was still dripping with blood. He kept talking, eager to know what Chang Hui did, but couldn't speak at this time.

He can only put one hand on Cui Zuojing's shoulder, but what the teenager needs at this moment seems not to be comforting.

Cui Zuojing hasn't made a sound, his tears can't control the flow, those turbulent and contradictory joys and joys swell into the most complex taste in the heart, and as time passes by one minute and one second, it quickly subsides and takes root again In his soul.

There is only one emotion left, instead of being silent, it is getting worse.

Why didn't he slap him when he confessed to stealing his kiss?Why did Dong Zheng agree with his pursuit on the swing of Heimdall Garden?Why is it so scared that when you first think of sleeping with him?Why did you enjoy Dong Zheng's last actions on that bloody night?

Cui Zuojing only knew what his acquiescence to Dong Zheng was.

When did you like it?

Is that time?On the snowy cliff, the man knelt in front of him, and the tumbling tears melted the ice and snow mixed with Allen's blood, and said in a mute voice that he had lost Allen.The tears fell on his fingertips, almost burning him.

Or is it that the trapped water injection room is about to drown and is suffering from mental torture, the coolness that does not enter the heart?

Or at an earlier time?

When playing black jack at the doll's house, he was grabbed and pressed against the bed, the hand that reached into the shirt and touched the card, and the other party showed a little fragility during the rainy night; when the US and the Soviet Union were hegemony, they wiped the corners of their ears; In the underground cave of Dusk Island, Dong Zheng helped him to block the body pierced on the sharp stone pillar, and the two faced the perfect cooperation of Hydera in the dark swamp; Dong Zheng kissed for the first time and heard the confession panic There was no way, and there was a strange feeling that could not be expressed... everything was flashing in his eyes.

Cui Zuojing wiped away tears, finally helped the bar stand up.

"How is it going?" He sniffed his nose and looked at the curtain with red eyes.

"It's J." The clown didn't know Tang Ji's name, or he knew that Tang Ji was still a pilgrim's name, but he didn't want to mention it again.

Cui Zuojing felt the moisture in the air and abnormal coldness, paused and asked, "Chang Hui is also here?"

"Yes, she should have been in when J dragged me, didn't you see her?"

Cui Zuojing shook his head, when he was shocked by the lost feelings, closed his eyes, bowed and curled up on the ground, not paying attention to the situation around him.

The seal on the inside of the wrist is shining faintly, and Cui Zuojing is pressed against it. The power of time fluctuates because of the return of feelings, but it is not unusual.

The clown frowned: "If I remember correctly, Chang Hui always wanted to do business with you."

"Yes, she took a fancy to my desire to get rid of the queen and change everything." Cui Zuojing watched gradually calming down, but it just seemed much calmer.

"She definitely came in just now, it is impossible to do nothing, otherwise Tang Ji will not specifically delay the time."

"I don't seem to have any problems on my side." Cui Zuojing looked around for a week. "Will you lose something? If her goal is mine, I should not stand here and talk to you now."

Throw something?The clown looked around. He knew that there was nothing important in the bar, and he didn't pay attention to the surroundings.

The cans prepared for Victor are still on the bar, the posters are posted in place, and the clothes changed on the sofa have not moved...

and many more!

The clown looks awkward. Of the eight boxes originally placed on the second floor of the wine cabinet, one is missing!