Cyber Daming

"What's your name, backhand."

The young man's face was filled with panic, and his throat could not help but roll up and down.

He quickly moved his butt back a few inches, tried his best to stay away from the long knife, and pretended to be calm as he said, "My name is Yang Baize, and I'm not a backup."

"Bai Ze? It's a good name,"

Li Jun raised his chin and said with a joking expression: "But next time you tell such a lie, remember to put the things in your arms away first."

Yang Baize's face, which was already as pale as paper, suddenly turned blue, and he lowered his eyes subconsciously. At the same time, his shoulders swayed, as if he wanted to reach out and cover his chest.

But the next moment, he found that there was nothing but mottled blood on his chest.

Severe pain came from the broken parts of both arms, and the young man suddenly realized that he had been deceived, and his face was filled with sadness and hatred for a moment.

"Oh, it seems that there is really something hidden. It's the brain tissue slices of your ancestor Yang Zhan, right?"

Li Jun moved his body to make himself more comfortable.

The abdominal wound was numb and itchy, and the Dzogchen Golden Bell was working hard to repair the hole that was transparent from front to back.

"Yang Huchou's trick of secretly tricking Chen Cang is not clever, but he is better than he is ruthless enough to use so many lives, including his own, as a cover for you. If you abandon the car to save the commander, you can't blame those people for being deceived."

"If you hadn't happened to see the three of us fighting for our lives here, you would have escaped long ago, right?"

The young man bit his lip and buried his head without saying a word.

Li Jun's eyes fell on the other party and he smiled meaningfully.

"The fact that he is still alive after having his two arms chopped off must have been implanted with some life-extending devices in advance, right? So, Yang Huchou had already planned to do this?"

"Take your things out, I can give you a way to survive."

Seeing Li Jun speak, Yang Baize's shoulders, which were as heavy as carrying a mountain, suddenly relaxed a little. He leaned back on the Taishi chair and assumed the same posture as Li Jun.

"I, the young man of the Yang family, almost died for this inheritance from my ancestors. Do you think I would give it up to others just to survive?"

The young man shook his head and shook away the locks of hair that were stuck together with blood on his forehead. There was a look of determination between his exposed brows.

"Since everyone is dead, what is the use of keeping this brain tissue slice?"

Yang Baize said without thinking: "Although the young men are dead, the women and children are still there. This is the hope for the rise of the Yang family."

Li Jun raised his left hand and patted his thigh, making a crackling sound like applause.

"Courage is admirable, but my brain is a bit weak. If I kill you now, I can still get half of the slices, but you will have to live in vain. The result is no different to me, but to you, there is a difference But it’s huge.”

"There is nothing to fear about death. At least I, Yang Baize, am worthy of my ancestors and my clan! If you want to rob me, just cut open my internal organs and get them!"

The young man suddenly bowed down, swung his head like a young animal on the verge of extinction, took out the fragment with the egret on the horn from his arms, and rolled his lips and teeth vigorously to swallow the fragment into his belly.

This fierce and stubborn look fell into Li Jun's eyes, like a tree-shaking worm whose tentacles were torn off.

"Hey, this blood is still not cold enough. I need to practice more."

Li Jun shook his head and sighed, laughed at himself, and shouted: "Hey, slow down, give me half of the egret, and I'll let you take the rest."

Yang Baize's body trembled when he heard this, but the action of biting the scroll did not stop at all, but became faster, and the veins on his forehead appeared due to choking.

Li Jundong watched the fire and saw clearly the other party's little thoughts, and his tone suddenly turned cold, "If you think you can use my kindness to raise the price, you are thinking too much. Believe it or not, I will send you to see your ancestor Yang now. exhibition?!"

"Pooh!"

Seeing that his thoughts had been guessed, Yang Baize immediately stopped his movements, opened his mouth and spat out a mouth full of confetti.

After swallowing for a long time, he only ate the auspicious cloud patterns around the scroll, and the heron in the middle was still intact.

He raised his eyes and stared at Li Jun, and said slowly: "You are a good person."

"Because I am a good person, you use this little trick to coerce me?" Li Jun sneered.

Yang Baize shook his head vigorously and said hard: "I just want to take a gamble to see if the sacrifices of the brothers and elders in the clan can be worthwhile."

"What if I watch you swallow it?"

Li Jun frowned deliberately, feeling a little embarrassed when a young boy lured him out of sympathy.

"Then I will die peacefully, at least I tried my best."

Yang Baize suddenly sat up, hit his knees on the bloody bricks, and kowtowed respectfully in the direction of Li Jun, his voice trembling, "Thank you."

Li Jun's body seemed to be electrocuted, and he quickly moved aside, unable to say a word with his tight mouth.

In this fucking world, the person who was robbed actually said thank you to the person who robbed him.

To be weak is a sin.

In the eyes of others, he is also a guilty person.

Li Jun sighed, and the hot anger in his heart made his voice extremely hoarse. "My name is Li Jun. I borrowed this thing from you, and I will return it to you."

"No need, ten years later, I will discard this inheritance from my ancestors like worn out shoes!"

The young man shook his head, his tone extremely confident.

"Do you think you can become the number one pick?"

"Why not?"

Li Jun raised his eyebrows, "Even if you use the brain tissue slices of your ancestors, I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach the sky, right?"

"This thing is Yang's hope, but not my hope, Yang Baize. I can read this book myself!"

Every word is sonorous and has a strong sound.

Even someone with a strong mind like Li Jun was still shaken at this moment.

The young man's thin and thin body stood up unsteadily, his back straight, and he grinned towards the main room.

This time he did not use northern Mandarin, but shouted to Li Jun in a Shu accent:

"You are already considered a good person. I am a child who can see clearly. Why do you feel guilty? This is the way the world is, but I can change it! It won't take a long time, so just wait."

The voice was clear and clear, but there was a sense of grandeur and heroism.

Li Jun stared blankly as he watched Yang Baize's figure disappear into the night. The half of the egret was pressed under the foot of a chair, and the broken parts were all marked by teeth.

At this time, the communication that had been disconnected for a long time was finally restored.

Amidst the deafening explosion, two completely different high-pitched sounds came from the left and right ears.

On one side was Zhao Qingxia's roar, on the other side was Gu Yong's heart-rending howl.

"Gu Jia. Gu Jia! Damn Immortal Banban, is there anyone left who can breathe? Come and save this young master!"

"Enough rest, it's time to work."

Li Jun shook his head, which was aching from the noise, and stood up on his knees.

He tore off a strip of cloth from his tattered military uniform and wrapped it around his waist, stretched out his hand to draw his sword, and strode forward.