I'm sorry, I, Daoyu Gaoyue, am a scumbag.

"Makota, このようにするのはやはり小しやりすぎでしょう? (Hirota, is this a bit too much?)"

"くそ、まだ比のせいじゃない! (Damn, it's not his fault!)"

what happened? Is this Japanese?

Vaguely, He Fang seemed to hear the voices of two people arguing slightly. The first voice was a female voice, and the second voice was a male voice, but they were both immature, as if they were children. They should be speaking Japanese, maybe That's it, I can't understand what they are talking about at all.

In addition to them, there seemed to be other children arguing, which was particularly noisy, but he had no time to pay attention to everything outside and just instinctively held his head.

pain!

Severe pain!

When He Fang gained some consciousness, he felt a twisting pain in his head, as if someone had hit him hard, and then countless steel needles were inserted into his temples, stirring like crazy!

Doesn’t it mean that there will be no pain when you die? !

The young man felt a little bitter in his heart, thinking to himself that he was really unlucky, and didn't I die because I was shot in the chest and abdomen and bled? Why does my head hurt so much?

He Fang's consciousness gradually returned to clarity, but this was not a good thing, because the pain in his head became more intense as he regained consciousness. He couldn't help but hold his head with both hands and rolled around on the ground twice, and felt a burst of moisture. .

This looks like blood... Is your head really shot? Was it a last hit? Whip the corpse? ! Damn bastard!

There is no morality! !

He Fang roared in his heart. In his previous life, he was an aspiring young man who had learned some Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu. He was eighteen years old, the age of a flower. But the world was really unfair. Unfortunately, the young boy like a flower was suffering from cancer, which was still in the advanced stage.

Putting aside the possibility of a cure for his pitiful savings, this kind of blow to anyone could be like a thunderous blow to their entire body, but He Fang was an exception.

His father had passed away when he was five or six years old, and his mother had remarried a successful man with his own small industry early on, and gave birth to a lovely little girl, but all of this had nothing to do with him, only An elderly grandfather raised him.

So after his grandfather left, he didn't have any concerns in this world. He just lamented that things in the world are unpredictable and cancer happened to him.

After a brief sigh, He Fang decided to take out his pitiful savings, decided to eat a few good meals at the end of his life and enjoy life, but what was terrible was that he encountered a robbery again.

Who knows what the author was thinking. After seeing the robbers getting excited due to nervousness or excitement, and the uncontrollable cries of several young children due to fear, the robbers who were getting increasingly irritable and in need of venting their emotions pointed their guns at him. When targeting the crying mother and son, He Fang, who had always been selfish, decided to do something at the end of his life.

Such as being a hero to a mother and her son.

Then he appeared here, but simply, one of the three robbers was killed and two were injured. One of them was stabbed from the eye into the brain by him with a ballpoint pen from the counter. The other two, one became a eunuch, and the other was knocked unconscious. They are all dead. If you lose the ability to move, you don't have to worry about other people being involved.

Cursing in his heart, the young man tried his best to open his eyes and found that he was lying on the ground, and not far away, several children were arguing, but they were all speaking in Japanese that He Fang could not understand.

what happened? Am I dead?

Or is this place hell?

He Fang covered his head with both hands, but couldn't help but open his eyes wide with a confused look on his face.

But this also allowed him to see everything around him more clearly. This place seemed to be on a mountain. The environment was very good, with lush trees and soft grass. There were five children quarreling in front of him. He had only seen them on TV. The shabby linen clothes have a strong sense of the times, and the style is also biased towards the Japanese kimonos of the previous life.

The five children were divided into three groups. One of them looked to be about eight years old. The taller one had a watermelon-like hair style. The shorter brother had a newly shaved bald head that looked shiny. The faces were very similar, as if they were brothers, quarreling with a man and a woman on the other side who looked much smaller.

The girl looks about the same age as the two brothers, but is about the same height as their elder brother. Her hair is tied up and she looks very mature. Her face is also a classic gentle and generous girl. However, at the moment, her eyebrows are standing upright and she looks very angry. , and the boy behind him was only four years old. He was shouting and yelling behind the girl, saying words that he did not understand, but it was obvious that no one present paid attention to the child.

The two brothers were obviously taller in stature, but they couldn't compete with a girl in terms of quarreling momentum...perhaps, this might be the girl's special talent.

There was also a slightly taller boy with a hairstyle similar to that of a samurai. He was sweating profusely and acted as a peacemaker in the middle with a forced expression. However, no one in the quarrel between the two camps listened to his words.

And with this change of mind, He Fang found that his head didn't hurt as much as it did at first, but he still felt like a dull knife was slowly cutting on his head. Although it hurt, it was much better than before, at least it was bearable.

He subconsciously sat up and immediately attracted the attention of the only short boy in the girl's camp.

The boy was stunned. There was no point in stopping. He felt a little stupid and started yelling. He was surprised and said, "Ah! Zhuo Yue woke up!"

Hearing the boy's voice, several other children also looked at each other and stopped arguing at the same time. The two brothers turned their heads and snorted, and the girl quickly came to He Fang's side and asked with concern, "Zhouyue, you finally woke up. Great, great, how do you feel?"

Yuyue? Are you talking about me?

And, if I guessed correctly, the wet feeling on my head should be all blood, right?

He Fang looked down at his right hand that had just touched the wound. The red liquid stained half of his palm. The young man was silent for a moment, then looked at the concerned girl next to him, waved his bright red right hand, and showed a smile, "My head is very heavy." It hurts, like I’ve died once, but honestly, it feels pretty good.”

The young man smiled sincerely, but the two red marks on his forehead slid down the smiling face, which only added to the strange feeling.

In an instant, the tense atmosphere among the children suddenly disappeared. Whether it was the girl and the kid behind her, or the two brothers, including the boy with tied hair, the five of them stood blankly in place for a moment, looking at a loss as their faces were bright red, but Still smiling.