A fellow member of the dragon clan, messing around and becoming a dragon

The strong pungent smell of alcohol filled the air. After digging out all the civilian alcohol in a shopping mall, a gunshot rang out and the bullets rubbed across the ground, bringing up sparks and surrounding the entire store entrance with the force of a prairie fire. The glass, the obstacle turned into by the corpse of the sickle and weasel that was rushing towards me, was barely enough to give him some time to breathe.

The fingertips unconsciously rubbed the dark red glass bottle loaded, the tip of the tongue grazed the dry and chapped lips, and the bullets were loaded very quickly. Although the current ammunition can last for a while, this is by no means a long-term solution. Kamitachi was obviously attracted to the bullet on his body, and he had to find a way to leave.

"Hey, aren't you talking about the next game? Hasn't it started yet?" He shouted into the empty air. This move made the group of Kamamaitas even more excited, and his shooting speed was also very fast. Lifted up

"Since you want to play a game, you can't watch your opponent die before the game starts." There was no response, as if the fake Nono had never appeared before, and there were only gunshots ringing out in the whole space.

The blood on Caesar's face became less and less, and the veins on the back of his hands became more prominent due to the prolonged shooting. Finally, there was no more sound of gunshots, and the handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes stood there without any other movement. No more reloading...is that giving up?

Of course... no, the moment the first Kamaita broke through the sea of ​​fire and attacked him, blood and flesh flew everywhere... A weak wind surrounded Caesar's body, slicing anyone who dared to get close in front of him. , wind? ...What kind of spirit is it? With Kamitachi's blessing, he could clearly sense that it was the wind that cut Kamitatsu into pieces.

Just a little bit of wind, this kind of control over the wind... can only be said to be terrifying, but he also won the bet. What a real gambler likes most is to make people completely crazy in the bet, "Hey, boy, If you catch it right, I will save you...but such an obvious and thankless behavior will make the game twice as difficult for a while."

Caesar quietly leaned against the counter to rest and regain his strength, with a polite smile that usually hung on his face, "It's not you who has the final say. As far as you are concerned, you and I have never been put on the same level. The emotion in your tone is very obvious, that kind of tone from a high-ranking person is really unpleasant."

The air seemed to be lost in thought, but it immediately became restless. A thin wind surrounded Caesar. The kamaita outside suddenly became quiet, scurrying around as if it had lost its target. A crystal-like purple butterfly landed on Above the counter, the voice also came out

"Your emotions have always been very stable." In this case, she has nothing to eat. The more emotions a person like this produces, the more delicious they are. "So, this round of the game will give you some slack. Kill all these weasels within ten minutes." , you win”

Caesar was confused for a moment, but soon calmed down and thought about the feasibility of this matter, but soon he realized that he had no choice. The beautiful purple butterfly was as light and fluttering as when it came, with its small wings Shake off the light dust, feel as free and lonely as a lonely deer in the mountains. "True, true, false... Fake, true, true... Guess how much you are true, let the game begin."

After hearing the last sentence, Caesar couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. What kind of middle school girl is this? But soon he began to aim and shoot. The Kamamaita outside seemed unable to find him because of the wind around him. This made him realize the word "release water".

Most of the Kamitachi in the outside world have flown away because they have no target. Only a hundred of them are still here. However, the ones left behind may be elites. These Kamitachi's senses seem to be stronger. As soon as the bullets are fired, In an instant, he noticed that one of them had already dodged two shots...

It's really like a game. The target will only hide, but will not attack you, the hunter... The negative impact of the spirit of words on him has already begun. The rapid loss of physical strength has made this Cato do everything but the most difficult thing. The successors of the Suo family are becoming more and more obsessed with winning or losing this game.

Difficulty is a good game... The realm of words and spirits has been reduced to this small battlefield. Two volleys are fired. How can a prey with only instinct and speed escape the trap carefully prepared by the hunter... It's like falling into a dumpling. Like this, one by one weasels fell towards the ground, and the number of weasels on the field quickly dropped to more than twenty.

The leisurely voice sounded again in the air at an inappropriate time, "As expected of the elite of Kassel Academy, this level of difficulty is too serious, so I now announce that the difficulty coefficient of the game will be raised."

Suddenly he had a very bad premonition in his heart. The wind around him was still surrounding him. At a glance, only the remaining Kamitachi had changed. The family crest belonging to the Gattuso family was on the forehead of some Kamitachi. Emerged, the rest...the silver four-leaf clover

What does this mean... For a moment, Caesar felt as if he had caught something, but his inspiration was fleeting. He raised his gun and took aim. This time he only aimed at the ones with the Gattuso family crest on them. After the gunshot, there was no middle……

He seemed to have become more flexible. He put down the gun and took out a few explosive bombs. He didn't want to continue this game at all... pulled out the fuse, threw it, raised the gun, and shot, all in one go. The surrounding area had already moved to one side. The Kamamaita who had dodged a little was torn apart amidst the roar.

The dust slowly fell to the ground, but the scene in front of him made people just want to curse. He hit the ground hard, his eyes were red, and his veins bulged out with rage. From a distance, it was still the same as before. The only difference was that Quantity, there are no torn torn bodies on the ground, only a few extra weasels in the air compared to before.

True and false, false and true... Reality mixed with fakeness is the best disguise. Is this what that sentence means? The real rules of this game

What's different? What's different about these sickle weasels... My mind is racing, thousands of messages are passing through my mind, and in the end, only the word "calm" is left in my heart. My heartbeat slowly recovers, and some ...There is one thing that is different...that one is standing on the handrail of the escalator. The escalator has stopped running. It just stops there, seemingly unaware that someone is pointing a black gun at it.

The sound of the gunfire seemed to be completely isolated until the bullet penetrated the membrane wing, and then it flew to high altitude like a sudden discovery, hiding among the crowd.

Caesar leaned his back against the wall, his breathing gradually getting heavier, and his right hand firmly pressed the spot on his left arm where blood was flowing out. He couldn't help but want to laugh. This time the game seemed to be too big.