Cannon fodder "attack" development system

The alcoholic who is rushing to find death is really unstoppable.

Song watched the young man, sighed inwardly, raised his hand, and a piece of ice formed in the air, about ten centimeters thick.The brown-haired young man who leaned over was caught off guard by the ice surface that appeared unexpectedly, and his face was hit, and his nosebleed was knocked out, but he didn't even touch Song Guan's sleeve with his hands.

And one of the five people who followed Song Guan to put down the rebellion jumped up suddenly at this time, moving so fast that only a shadow could be caught, he faced him through the suspended ice. He punched the young man hard in the stomach.

The fragile abdomen was injured, the young man bent down, covered his stomach with one hand, coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood.In extreme embarrassment, he wiped the nosebleed from his face with his other hand: "You bastard..."

The huge ice surface lost the support of magic and fell from the air, and the ice shards splashed everywhere for a while.The tall and burly middle-aged man took advantage of the situation and grabbed the young drunk by the throat and knocked him to the ground. The long sword came out of its sheath and made a buzzing sound, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the drunk's throat.

"My lord, how do we deal with this person?"

The air temperature in the entire hotel seemed to drop by one degree. The young alcoholic finally woke up and lay on the ground without daring to move.

Song Guan stood there for a while, and walked outside without giving any instructions.How the drunk boy will end up depends on his attitude on Great Fairness Day. He doesn't want to care about these things, and it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies.Sitting in the carriage, Song Guan didn't hear any movement outside, and turned the power ring in his hand. After a while, Wen Te's voice sounded outside: "My lord."

Rearranging the snake-shaped ring on his hand, the open snake mouth was facing the knuckles, Song Guan said, "Let's go."

Wen Te listened to the indifferent sentence from the carriage, even if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he knew that the old man's face should be as contemptuous as if he saw some garbage.Such a lofty arrogance makes people want to tear the expression on his face immediately.

There was cold anger burning in his heart, of course it was not because of the young drunkard who died, he even felt that the drunkard deserved what he deserved, but the attitude of that person would always inadvertently remind him that in the eyes of that person, a pariah is Untouchables, it doesn't matter if they are killed like mowing grass, allowing them to live is a kind of gift, people are divided according to blood, and the humble will always be humble.

That night Winter had a dream.

A dank prison cell, a grand duke in formal attire.

He thought that he had dreamed of this person too often recently, but he walked into the prison in his dream without any hesitation.

This dream is an accidental inversion, perhaps due to the influence of the anger during the day, the state of mind produced a dream. In the dream, the Grand Duke lost his identity and became a prisoner. His hands were handcuffs and shackles worn by prisoners, and the ties that bound his hair were loose. Blood was stained on many places on his body, even the tips of his hair. Only the red earrings were intact and clean.

Winter looked at the man in the cell, and his chest was full of brutal emotions.He went over and gave the man a whip, just as the man usually whipped him.

The ferocious emotions did not decrease but increased.

If it's not enough, just one whip is enough.

After whipping several times in a row, the man's clothes were torn, and there were tiny blood splashes. Wen Te took the whip away, then walked over, stretched out one hand and roughly pressed the man to the ground.Underneath is a face that has become younger due to excessive consumption of magic, and the silver-white hair is sticking to the face due to sweat. There is no humiliation on this person's face, it is just cold, as if he saw something dirty. with him.

Really want to gouge this man's eyes out.

Pressing the man's eyelids with his fingers, the man had to close his eyes and frown. Unexpectedly, the man's eyes closed looked a little fragile and pitiful.Winter sneered in his heart, without any pity, he wished to make this person even worse.With force on his hand, he stabbed down with a force with a sinister intention, and blood was seen on his hand in an instant.The hard touch of the eyeballs was clearly conveyed along the fingers, and he secretly thought, is the touch in his hand the same as the feeling of this person's cold and hard heart?

The shackles and chains collided with each other and made a sound, and Winter was ruthless to toss this person.When he was unprepared, the edge of his palm was bitten by this man.The man looked at him fiercely and viciously, one eye was injured and closed, and a bright red tear of blood slowly flowed down, which perfectly complemented the red earring hanging from the left ear.Seeing this scene, he suddenly became excited, with an irrepressible tyrannical impulse, he felt that he should make this person suffer more, humiliate this person, and then crush this person's pride bit by bit.

Bite if you want.He let the man bite his hand indifferently, and with the other hand, Wen Te tore apart the man's clothes, which were not very cover-up, and when he stepped forward to enter, the expression on the man's face finally collapsed The same has changed.

What are you wearing.

Such a proud look that no one can touch.

In fact, I have never been clear about the dead old king in private, right?

He thought in an extremely bad mood.

The portrait of the youthful and proud young man is clearly well-dressed, but somehow reveals a seductive sweet and sour aura.What else could be going on?What is painted is what you see, and everything is the scene in the eyes of the painter. Isn't the old king clear what kind of thoughts he has for this man?Not to mention the title of grand duke who is under one person and above ten thousand people. There was no such thing as a grand duke before. The old king specially set up a brand-new noble class for this person, and even gave this person great military power. Feather Army".This has never been done before, and I am afraid it will never be done again.He hadn't been able to figure out why the young king's clear hostility towards this man before, but now he seemed to understand a little bit.

Maybe he hated this man for taking away his father's love.

The foolish young idiot ruler always wants to make a mess for the old man to clean up, and this old man with a bad temper can actually put on a posture similar to no complaints, and let the person on the throne do whatever he wants , and then follow behind to clean up the mess.The old man hated the commoners the most, but the young king wanted to sing the opposite. After he came to power, all the ministers who were promoted and reused were civilians. He also maintained a laissez-faire attitude towards the revolutionary army, but this man actually didn't say a word and endured everything.

What does this guy look like on a king bed?

Suddenly remembered the provocative and insulting words of the drunkard, comparing this person with a prostitute.Wen Te pinched bruised and purple fingerprints on the man's waist, feeling inexplicably resentful in his heart.He stuck to the man's back, kissed the man's ear from behind, licked along the pinna, and caught the edge of the earlobe. The tip of his tongue touched the silver outer decoration of the red earring, and Wen Te bit down fiercely. Instantly tasted a bit of blood.The man with his legs spread out on the king's bed should look like the world's sexiest slut whore.

Thinking of this, the feeling of resentment in his heart swelled to the extreme, even he himself was a little inexplicable. He moved his hand up, from the waist to the neck of this man, and then strangled it with all his strength.

There was a sudden broken cry.

Winter let go of his hand as if bitten by a poisonous snake.

He closed his eyes, pressed roughly on this person, his in and out movements were merciless close to venting his anger, and then suddenly he turned this person over in a posture where the two were connected.Not surprisingly, what he saw were the blood and tears on this man's face.One of the eyes blinded by him was closed, and there were bloodstains on the face, and the other good purple-gray eye was looking at him, the expression was difficult to discern, and only tears flowed down.

The heart seemed to be burning.

He grabbed the man's shoulder, lowered his head, and kissed the bloodstain with trembling lips.

I tasted a little blood on the tip of my tongue, and I also tasted tears.Wen Te hurriedly struggled to wake up from the dream, because he himself did not want to continue this dream, he had no idea what he would dream about next.

Obviously, all he wants is to torture this person, want to take revenge on this person, want to crush this person's pride, and want to destroy this person.Countless times, countless times.This person's habitual liking for assertiveness, his always superior attitude, his forever arrogant attitude towards people, and his inexplicable perverted sadism, everything made him extremely hate.

However, what's ridiculous is that when this person really cried, he found that he couldn't see this person bowing his head at all—even though everything just happened in a dream, and even this person's crying was just something he imagined. It's just a dream.

It's ridiculous.

Song Guan doesn't know what the protagonist Shouwen Te is thinking at the moment, and he doesn't know how many violent and charming sex dreams the other party has had related to him in the past few nights.He just found a few pillows on the carriage, which were replaced with new ones on the way, and the quality was much better than the ones Winter bought initially.He didn't know that at the very beginning, Winter deliberately bought a few sour and smelly cushions from other people's homes for tiptoeing, and mixed them with others, hoping that he would choose them. Gu game.

It was noon when we arrived in the city of "Tel Aviv".

Song Guan got out of the carriage and walked on the street.The "City of Liber" he used to live in, the scene in his impression is completely different from what he sees with his own eyes now. It is said that the city was once half destroyed by war and then rebuilt, so the city today is just like before. completely dissimilar.

It is not difficult to find the person "Mountbatten", but he has been dead for many years and was buried in the largest cemetery of the Illuminati in the western suburbs.With a sullen face, Song Guan led the people to the church in the cemetery.There are large white clouds in the sky, blocking the sun, so the sunlight that penetrates the thick clouds pours down in a columnar shape, which is actually beams of light visible to the naked eye.

This scene has a kind of illusory dreamlike feeling, as if the road from heaven falls down to the world, all gains or losses, joy or sorrow in the world, everything will be purified and saved.

The cemetery is quiet, with green grass, lush flowers and trees, and occasional birdsong. It took Song Guan some time to find the tombstone of "Mountbatten" himself.Except for the name, there is no epitaph on the tombstone, and there is no date of birth, only a time of death, which is engraved deeply.

Wen Te stood aside, looked at Song Guan's expression, and asked aloud after a while, "My lord, who is this?"

Song Guan lifted his chin slightly, and slowly took off the gloves on his hands: "An enemy." He added, "A not very important enemy." After saying this, he stepped on the surface of the tombstone , This action startled the other five "Black Feather Army" for a moment.Song Guan's soles of his feet rolled over the name of the tombstone, his voice was very cold, but very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the other dead people sleeping here, or he didn't mean it, but he just had no strength so his voice was very soft , he said, "Dig this tomb for me."