I fought dozens of rounds with the fog man transformed by Torres. In fact, the fog man's attack power is not high, and his agility is not as good as mine, but even if I break them up with my fist, after a few seconds, they It will still gather slowly, and then continue to attack me.

This kind of wheel battle consumes a lot of my physical strength, and it takes a long time to launch the "Wu Pu Pu Pu Pu Pu Punch".If there is one thing that can make him unaware, a little bit of superimposed damage will be fine.Like a seed, it accumulates strength and then breaks out of the ground.

Thinking of this, the Qi in his hand suddenly gathered and turned into a seed-sized thing.What's this?I just had a question, and the answer came to me automatically in an instant.

If this is my nirvana, I seem to have figured out how to use it.Succeed or benevolent!

I took a deep breath, made another wave, and attacked Torres, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The fog men quickly blocked in front of Torres layer upon layer, and the "Wu Pu Pu Pu Pu punch" finally just broke up the fog men blocking Torres.But this gap is enough. I shot the seed out of my hand and hit Torres directly. The seed did not cause much damage to him.

"Hahahaha, what is this? Is it a prank? It doesn't hurt at all." Torres directed the fog man to attack me, his physical strength was declining sharply, and the number of times he was hit by the fog man gradually increased.I took a big step back, but Torres didn't notice that vines were already wrapped around my body.

I bent down to pick up the broken umbrella handle on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and laughed sinisterly, "Hehehehe..."

"I admire you very much. You can still laugh when you are dying." I don't know if the emotion in Torres' eyes is admiration, but in my opinion, every word he says now is a last word, because if it weren't for that If so, I will be the one who dies.And I don't want to die yet! "Let's get rid of her."

The Fog Man got the order, and the offensive suddenly became violent, forming a group of three and three, and surrounded me.I broke through one of the relatively weak gaps, and of course I was hit by the fogman a lot, almost spitting out my heart and lungs.Two of them got closer to me, and I broke them up with a swing of the umbrella handle.

Torres' size and agility are not proportional at all, his movements are unexpectedly fast, I didn't hurt him at all, but I still hooked a vine wrapped around him.

"I didn't hit at all..." He said this proudly and slightly mockingly, but in the middle of speaking, his face suddenly changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood while clutching his chest, "What did you do!"

Torres half-kneeled on the ground, and the Fog Man also stopped all movements at this moment. I was afraid of being attacked again, and I didn't dare to talk nonsense with him. My feet were soft, and I almost knelt on the ground, and crawled in front of him half-supported by the umbrella handle. , "Goodbye." Then he used the umbrella handle hook to end the few remaining vines on his body.

Won.

Torres died without knowing what happened.And I'm dying from bleeding too much...

I also don't understand what kind of willpower I used to climb back bit by bit with the support of the umbrella handle. I spilled all the blood along the way, and the blood seemed to be endless.

It's not bad to get here from the West District. I hold the umbrella handle in my hand, but I don't even have the strength to hold it tightly.

Is it all... my blood?The amount of blood is as high as taking a bath... Now is not the time to think about this, I have to go.I stretched out a hand, but I didn't have the strength to take another step forward, I just wiped a bloodstain on the ground.

Miserable, miserable, the body began to cold.Now I feel that all my strength can only be used to breathe. Probably by the time Kuroro finds me, I have already turned into a mummy, and all the blood has flowed out.

"..."

I can feel that there is a person near me, and the person who is here at this time is either to make up for the knife, or to save me.Fortunately, judging from the fact that that person hasn't done anything for so long, he should have come to save me.

Sure enough, after a long wait of 1 minute, the man grabbed one of my arms with his hand, and after dragging me for a short distance, he seemed to feel that it was inconvenient, so he let go of my arm.He seemed to have found a cloth under my body. After dragging for a while, he rested for a while, and then started dragging my arm again.

Hey Kurolo!This hurts!This hand will be broken!Even if you saved me like this, what's the use of broken arms and broken legs!Because I couldn't speak, I could only groan/groan in pain.The man didn't care, and still dragged me in unmoved.

I suddenly felt a little scared, because I had an idea, if it wasn't for Kuroro, wouldn't this man just want to take advantage of the heat?

In fact, no matter whether it was sex while it was hot, or rescuing me while I was still alive, nothing happened.After Kuroro threw me on that hard bed, I didn't move anymore, and because of my lack of physical strength, I felt that my whole body was floating in consciousness.

I don't know how long it has been, I just hope the author doesn't just tag it ten years later, but fortunately Kurolo didn't seem to have changed much after I woke up.He was reading a book, and the flickering candlelight made his figure look a little blurry.

I opened my mouth hoarsely, feeling as if my throat was going to burn, "Kurolo...give me some water..."

Only then did he slowly raise his head from the book, "Ah, assistant, you're awake." His face was expressionless and emotionless.

This was about the first time I drank bad water, and the taste was so disgusting that I wanted to spit it out, but my throat was so thirsty that I had to swallow even such a thing.After all, Kuroro is still a kid, I can't force him to grab something, he's not even good at fighting.

"How long have I been lying down?" So much so that you didn't bury me...

"One week." Kuroro jumped onto the table again and picked up another book. "You lay down for a week. I thought you would die, but thinking about your physical strength, it's pretty good."

Sounds completely unreliable, he's drying me like a salted fish this week? "Actually, I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect to wake up. I was really afraid that you would dig a hole and bury me, and then I would die in the end hahaha..." I said something that couldn't be colder Joke, this stimulated the pain in my broken ribs, and at the same time Kuroro's non-cooperation also made the scene awkward.

"It's not funny, assistant." Kuroro stared at me blankly, "You know, this is Meteor Street, and it's not surprising that there are one or two corpses on the garbage dump outside."

"..." He was right, death on Meteor Street was more normal than eating.I started to be a little afraid of this place, even if I died he wouldn't be sad, he always knew what he wanted, at least it wasn't useless crying.

One day, one day I'm going to get out of here!

Broken ribs can only be raised, because there is no way to operate.So for a long time we both survived by picking things up, not grabbing them.Whether it is the taste of those days or the taste of those foods, it is unforgettable.

The author has something to say: It's just...it's not because I've been watching Yin fucking so I didn't write to move the manuscript here! 【cover your mouth】

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You suddenly realize that it is very unwise to form a team with Kuroro. He is not only a boy with a second illness, but also a scum with a combat power of 5. Do you want to separate from Kuroro?

A. Yes, I think it is better to find a team with combat effectiveness

B. No, it’s all like this anyway, even if you change teammates, it’s useless

C. I think the west area can still be rescued!

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