Quick Transmigration: My Dark History

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"..."

After pumping with the belt for nearly 3 minutes, Ji Liao gradually stopped.

Because every time he twitches, he needs to mobilize all the strength in his whole body. Now he is very tired. He holds the belt on his knees with one hand, and rests his forehead with the other hand, squatting there panting heavily.

While panting, sweat fell to the ground one by one, and he threw a few of them into the nearby bonfire. The flames "chi chi" burned the sweat into the air, and the sound of the boy in front of him was slightly inhaled. Mixed together, his body became stiff all of a sudden.

A second passed.

It could also be that 1 minute has passed.

Ji Liao's hand trembled suddenly, and the belt fell to the ground with a slam.

He raised his head stiffly.

The young man in front of him was curled up, his bare, exposed back was ripped apart, blood was flowing horizontally, and every scar was deep enough to show the bone, which looked very scary.

Jiang Yan was breathing heavily, trying to relieve the pain in his back, when he heard a "plop", and someone knelt down.

It's Ji Liao.

A low cry followed, followed by the sound of a zipper being undone.The backpack placed aside was opened, and Ji Liao frantically dug out the medicine and gauze from it, crying to give Jiang Yan the medicine.

"I'm sorry Yanyan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

While crying, Ji Liao treated his wound: "Dad didn't do it on purpose, Dad didn't really want to hit you, Yan Yan is sorry, Dad apologizes to you, don't hate Dad, okay?"

The middle-aged man cried with great grief, as if the wounds were not on his son, but on himself.

Jiang Yan didn't speak, but frowned and endured the sting caused by iodine disinfection.

After the wound was treated and the clothes on his body were changed, Ji Liao carefully hugged him, let him lie in his arms, and sang a lullaby softly to lull him to sleep.

When he first arrived, he was beaten severely, Jiang Yan was a little tired, and soon fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, he woke up with pain and itching, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Ji Liao had disappeared, and there was a note under his backpack.

"Yanyan, Dad sensed that your mother is nearby. Dad went to find Mom. You stay here and don't move. Wait for Dad to bring Mom back."

—was discarded.

It's time to find Jing Qi.

Jiang Yan burned the note, then stood up slowly, and after a few simple movements, he felt that the pain on his back seemed to be less painful, but the itching was more.

He asked the system to look at it for him, and got an answer that the wound had healed and was rapidly shedding the scab.

"Ji Yan's body is really weird." After the system tested it, it helped him tear off the gauze and some scabs that could be picked off, and exclaimed, "There is no one on Devil's Island whose healing ability is as strong as hers. , if she doesn't come to Devil's Island to be the boss, she's really inferior."

In addition to the ability to heal, Ji Yan also possesses a kind of power to penetrate the mystic, and can see things that others cannot see. Of course, he can also use it, and his combat effectiveness is extremely high.

Such two abilities appear in one person at the same time, no wonder she looks so ugly.

Jiang Yan soaked a towel in hot water and wiped his body, and said casually, "Isn't this already coming to Devil's Island?"

The system said: "Yes. Host, hurry up, we are going to throw ourselves into a trap to find the male god."

One person, one system, who was about to take the initiative to throw himself into the trap, packed up his things, confirmed the direction, and headed westward.

The guard said before that Devil Island is now divided into East and West Islands. The East Island is the territory of a woman named Shu Yao, and the West Island is the territory of Zhuchang.

By Chang——

The male protagonist of "Face Control" is an ugly devil with purple eyes.

Jiang Yan walked for two full days before crossing the center of the island and stepping into the boundary of the West Island.

It was slightly bright, and he was looking for a place to rest and eat something to fill his stomach, when he heard the sound of "rusting" not far away, and someone was coming towards him.

He immediately squatted down, using the grass as a cover, pulled out the saber tied to his leg, and looked over with sharp and cold eyes.

I saw a boy in a white down jacket emerge from the woods over there.

The boy was about the same age as him. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. His facial features were a bit immature, but he looked very good. It was the most popular kind of exquisite and beautiful appearance nowadays. He didn't look like he had suffered a lot, and he didn't know How did you come to this devil island?

Of course, it doesn’t matter how they came here, because in order to get what they want from the devils, there are always people who secretly send good-looking people up for the devils to enjoy, so as to exchange with the devils, and some people think the island is fun , Smuggling here at a high price, under the pretense of exploring.

As his own father, Jiang Yan certainly knew that this boy was the latter.

And he was a poor young man from a rich family who encountered many devils as soon as he got off the boat, and was killed until he was the only one who survived.

The rich young man got out of the woods, saw that there was no one in the place where there were people just now, he couldn't help pursing his mouth in disappointment, then sat down on the ground panting, and didn't leave.

He took off his snow boots, rubbed the sore soles of his feet, and muttered, "Why are you running so fast, I won't eat him..."

"You follow me?"

The rich young master was startled by such a sudden question, and with a forceful hand, he punctured the blisters on the soles of his feet.

He immediately let out a scream of "ah", and tears came out.

It was the cry that rushed out of the throat, but someone covered his mouth.

The voice of the person covering his mouth was extremely low: "You want to attract the devil?"

The young master of the rich family was so covered that he fell back in one breath, with tears in his eyes from the discomfort, he hurriedly shook his head with a "huh huh" when he heard the words.

The man let go of his hand and took two steps back.

The rich young master looked up and saw that it was the person he saw just now. He immediately forgot the pain in the soles of his feet, and smiled happily: "So it was you, I finally found you!"

Jiang Yan looked at him calmly: "Looking for me?"

The rich young master nodded heavily: "I saw you in the middle of the island yesterday. You are very skilled. I want to hire you as a bodyguard and send me back to the boat."

As he said that, he unzipped the down jacket, and reached into his secret pocket with his hands, and actually took out a large handful of pink paper notes and a stack of bank cards, with a check book and a signature pen sandwiched between them.

He gave all the paper notes to Jiang Yan, and half of the stack of sub-cards, and finally signed several checks in a few strokes. , After signing it, he put it in Jiang Yan's hand: "Here, blank check, fill in as many zeros as you want - as long as you can take me back to the ship, I will share half of your personal property with you. "

He looked at Jiang Yan with sincere eyes, and with so much reward, even the devil had to agree to him.

But now in front of him is his own father.

My father glanced at the pile of things in his hand that were only useful in human society, returned all the things to the other party without saying a word, then turned and left.

Deng Yu was dumbfounded immediately: "Hey, what's the matter with you, I give you so much money, isn't it enough to hire you as a bodyguard?"

My father didn't look back and walked away.

Seeing that the person was about to go out of sight again, Deng Yu hurriedly put the money card and check back into his dark pocket, put on his snow boots, and trotted after him.

After catching up, the pain in my feet was almost not my own.

Deng Yu wanted to say that my feet hurt, and wanted people to walk slowly, but in the end, he didn't give him half a look. He grimaced and didn't dare to say anything. He was afraid that people would be annoyed by him, and he didn't even let himself follow. I gave up, so I could only walk with a limp, eat bread when I was hungry, drink raw water when I was thirsty, and didn't eat anything hot all day long.

At night, seeing Jiang Yan silently lighting a fire and boiling water, he cautiously leaned over to see that Jiang Yan didn't refuse, he poured some hot water carefully, drank it slowly, and suddenly the whole person seemed to come back to life, I feel comfortable all over.

"Huh... This is the first time I know that boiled water is so delicious."

Deng Yu smacked his lips, touched his mouth up and down and began to babble: "Hey, what's your name? You just said those three sentences to me this morning, and I still don't know how to call you? I can't call you brother Well, I have a brother, dear brother, if I really call you brother, can’t I use some words to distinguish you from my dear brother, otherwise my dear brother will know, and he will beat you up..."

He was still talking, when he saw Jiang Yan's eyes turned serious, as if he smelled a dangerous wolf, his eyes made him shut up.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Before he could react, Jiang Yan waved his hand and overturned the pot with a "wow", and the water in it put out the fire.

In the next second, Jiang Yan rushed towards him, hugged him and rolled on the spot——

"Bang! Bang!"

Two consecutive gunshots were fired, and two bullets hit the ground where they were sitting just now, one after the other.

Seeing that the bullet almost slashed past his face, causing burning pain, Deng Yu couldn't catch his breath, staring blankly, unable to speak a word.

It was Jiang Yan who quickly took out the gun from his back, and I don't know how he saw it clearly in the night when there was no fire. In short, Deng Yu only heard a series of intensive gunshots ringing in his ears, shaking his eardrums. It hurts.

Soon, a strong smell of blood was carried by the wind, and several people who attacked them seemed to have died at once.

Yesterday in the center of the island, I watched Jiang Yan and his gunfight from a distance, but now I watched it from such a close distance. Deng Yu felt admiration for a moment, wondering where his brother came from, this His marksmanship is even better than his brother's.

Still thinking about it, his brother turned his hand and swipe at the backpack, and a bunch of parts fell out with a crackle.

Those parts seemed to be very heavy, but his brother went around without changing his face, copied all the parts into his arms, and kicked them at the same time, Deng Yu was kicked into the nearby bushes before he recovered.

Deng Yu took a mouthful of mud.

He was spitting mud with gold stars in his eyes, and when he looked up, he heard another shot over there.

This time it was not one or two people who shot, but a large number of people.

In the dark night, Deng Yu opened his eyes wide and was stunned to see that in the hail of bullets, his brother assembled a machine gun of unknown model with a few clicks, and then put the gun on his shoulder. It fired "chug chug".

There are pistols and rifles on one side, and machine guns on the other. Although the gap in the number of people is too large, there is no doubt that they will be crushed.

Deng Yu covered his ears and watched carefully. His brother stopped shooting once, and then he didn't seem to care at all whether the people over there were dead or not. He still silently carried the machine gun on his back and walked towards him. .

He immediately got up from the ground, his eyes brightened: "Brother, you are really awesome! Brother, you are simply a sharpshooter, brother, you are so powerful, can you teach me a few tricks..."

A lot of heartfelt words just started, and when he saw something, his face changed instantly.

But before he opened his mouth, his brother fired a shot without looking back. With a "bang", a person who was not dead and wanted to fight back was shot in the head by his brother.

...From today on, brother, you are my dear brother, the kind of dear brother who can't be kissed any more!