Heartbreaker

As soon as the glasses bastard finished speaking, Luo's pitch-black figure stood in front of us like a black crow with spread wings, condensing a crystal wall of light like a flowing curtain of blue water.Colorful flames hit from all directions, like fists smashing beyond Luo's light wall.Those bloody undead didn't even have skin, they were dripping with plasma, and they approached us sticky, with their sticky mouths wide open and screaming.

The strong light reflected a blank in front of my eyes, and my hair was messed up by the hurricane.Although those flames were dazzling and terrifying, they were vulnerable to Luo.With one hand, he controlled the light wall to block me and Chichikov, and with the other hand, he gathered a giant scythe, with a cold light, full of deterrence like a giant in front of the fragile light blades of the blood undead.

Chichikov grabbed my arm in confusion, "Lemon, let's get my eyes!"

"I know!" I took a breath of cold air and said to Luo in the light curtain, "Luo, cover us!"

Luo made a slight effort, and his figure became more and more transparent, transforming into an ethereal soul of light.The faint blue light spilled into the small dark room like a vast ocean, and the undead at this moment were like the supreme gods, majestic and glamorous, suffocating.

I couldn't help but hold my breath, I didn't expect his body to recover to such a degree after the severe trauma.

Douglas who was not far away saw this scene, his cold pupils shrank suddenly, revealing some unbelievable shock and enthusiasm. "Strong and gentle, full of sorrow and solemn sense of sacrifice, like a pious martyr..." His eyes lit up, and he murmured, "This is really... the unique power of the undead..."

The flames covered Chichikov and me like two iron shields.Luo led the monsters emerging from the sarcoma to his side, swung the sickle, and mobilized the power implied in the flames as he wished, fighting with the blood undead swarming up.

"My eyes—my eyes—"

Chichikov and I sprinted towards the huge tumor in the center.The old man yelled hoarsely, stepped on the sticky and wet minced meat, and nearly tripped over the tendons several times.His eyes were glowing green, like a wolfhound that has been hungry for more than ten days and sees a piece of fat, rushing towards "his eyes" without thinking about it.

"Calm down, Chichikov!" I shouted, and the dagger cut through a fleshy vine trying to wrap itself around my ankle.The bright red color and soft texture are like the tentacles of an octopus, once entangled, they will stick tightly.

The old man hopped dexterously among the wriggling tentacles all over the ground, like a little girl jumping a rubber band, a rare combination of skill and speed, exactly the same as the dexterity when escaping.

I followed behind this crazy old guy as much as possible, shook off the pieces of meat on the dagger, and was alert to the changes around me.Luo has already killed most of the incomplete blood undead, and the glasses bastard didn't care about our sneaky actions at all.

He peered at my undead unblinkingly, and there was a certain eagerness and desire in his eyes that made me want to kill him.

"squeak--!"

The sarcoid seemed to have sensed us, screamed, and turned its five-eyeball-embedded side to the enemy.Facing it head on, the damn thing was even more disgusting, not to mention the vivid blinking of those eyes, which made the sarcoma look like a misshapen face.

"Those eyes are so fucking in the way!" I said angrily, and took out a few iron darts from my back waist, "I'll smash them with a hidden weapon!"

"No!" The old man yelled strangely, and grabbed my arm tightly, "You are not proficient in using hidden weapons, what should you do if you poke my eyes out?!"

The old man had never been so stupid as he is today.I wanted to give him a punch, and said angrily, "Damn it, your eyes are more important than your life!"

Chichikov shouted at the top of his voice, "Eyes are important!"

I yelled, "Then go and die with your eyes!" Seeing the tentacles on the ground rushing towards us like pools of blood, I kicked the old man's ass and sent him flying, shortening his body greatly. the distance between him and his baby eyes.

The dagger flashed a cold light in my hand, and the bastard with glasses reflected by the blade was my target.He is still coveting my undead.I was so out of breath that I felt the anger burning violently along every strand of my hair, and with the sharp iron dart in my other hand, I rushed towards him!

If you want to kill, kill the head, this is my consistent style.

After a web of tentacles and a flashing halo, finally, the glasses bastard is only a few meters away from me.Most of the monks in these churches are gentle, refined and weak, including this dead glasses.

What's more, I made up my mind to dig out his two thieves eyes that were staring at Luo!

I yelled viciously, and the dagger slashed at his neck, "Go to hell with me—"

Snapped!

In the nick of time, his arm was as fast as lightning, and he struck at my opening precisely, while his iron-like palm grasped my wrist.

My eyes were bloodshot, and I watched helplessly as the bastard in glasses raised his head little by little, and turned his frozen ice face towards me stiffly.A dangerous light flashed in his deep purple eyes, his palm was as hard as iron, and he twisted my wrist, "You are so noisy, Mr. Bone Spur..."

I poked the iron dart into his eyes with my backhand—damn, those glasses are in the way!The bastard couldn't dodge in time, his glasses were thrown out by me, and his delicate hair was messed up.He grabbed my throat with one hand, and hit my abdomen hard with the other, as hard as a hammer forged from fine steel.

"Fuck you!" I spat out a few mouthfuls of dirty blood, being driven even more crazy by the smell of blood around me, every nerve was twitching.The bastard with glasses is not as easy to deal with as other monks. His hard body is like a dense steel plate, and every time he punches, his bones feel like cracking pain.

He put his arms around my neck and I bumped my head against his jaw.Both of us fell to the ground, rolling around and fighting each other.The corners of his eyes and lips were bruised by me, and I had a nosebleed.I grabbed the dagger in my hand and wanted to stab him, but the bastard with glasses snapped my wrist away with his elbow, lifted my shoulders, and pressed me to the ground!

"Lemon!"

At this time, my undead solved the crisis of the fakes and called my name blankly.The bastard with glasses pinched my throat to keep me from making a sound, I struggled errrrrrrrr, and knocked him to the side with force from my waist and abdomen, and made another heavy punch along the way!

"I'm here!" Seeing that there was no chance of catching the flying dagger, I tried my best to suppress the bastard with glasses, and shouted, "Swing down your scythe, it's right here, quick!"

Just as Luo was about to rush to me, another voice suddenly sounded in midair, "No, Luo, wait a minute!"

"Ah good!"

My undead suddenly stopped in the air!I opened my blood-red eyes wide, and suddenly saw the sneering gaze of the bastard with glasses under me.

"So that's how it is..." He sneered in a low voice, and then shouted in my voice, "Luo, stay where you are and don't move!"

I immediately understood what he was doing, not only the voice, but the four eyes could even copy the emotion in my voice exactly the same!

Seeing that Luo really stopped at the same place and was at a loss, I yelled anxiously, "No, he is lying to you, come here!"

The bastard with glasses then roared, "He's lying to you! I'll be in trouble if you come here!"

"Ah..." Luo panicked, his shoulders trembled, and he was in a dilemma.I roared and punched the bastard with glasses, he thrust his hand into my mouth, the next second I felt severe pain in my throat!

"Uh—" I hissed loudly, but all I could squeeze out was a hoarse guttural sound.A savage light flashed in the eyes of the bastard with glasses, my eyes were tearing apart, I pressed his jaw, forcing his hand to withdraw from my throat——

"Lemon, I will swing down the scythe!"

At this moment, Luo suddenly flew towards me, and the giant scythe turned into a slender sharp blade and aimed at the top of our heads.The bastard with glasses was rarely stunned, but my eyes widened in surprise and ecstasy.We were fighting for the top position just now, but when the undead came over, we both struggled to be in the bottom position, exposing each other to the top!

The bastard with glasses wanted to get down, but I grabbed his skirt, forcing him to expose his back to the scythe of the undead!

"The real Lemon will never back down—" Luo's lips trembled, but his hand holding the scythe was steady and firm, "No matter when, he will never let me stand still!" He raised his sickle high and shouted firmly and decisively, "Lemon, I believe in you!"

In the blink of an eye, the bastard in glasses spat out a mouthful of blood, and the sickle blade of the undead just hit his heart!

"Hu-hu-"

The violent heartbeat almost overwhelmed me, I kicked the lifeless body aside, confirmed that the glasses bastard was dead, and then hugged the trembling undead into my arms.

"Lymon!" Luo said in panic and joy, caressing my face eagerly.

"I'm here, baby." I said hoarsely, blocked his trembling lips, and bit the tip of his tongue again.Two soft tongues chasing and sucking each other, his blood|blood moistens my damaged throat, more effective than any panacea.

"Chichikov!"

After the treatment was over, I took the undead to look for the old man.Luo burned and paralyzed the crawling and tangled tentacles with flames, and I saw Chichikov quietly staring at the big sarcoma amidst the weak muscles on the ground.

I felt that the old man's condition was not right, so I narrowed my eyes and called out vigilantly, "Hey, Chichikov..."

"my eyes……"

In the center of the tumor, the gray-blue eye glanced at its owner indifferently, and turned away.The old man caressed the flesh around his eyeballs fascinatedly, and choked up, "I finally...found you..."

I threw an iron dart over and waited eagerly, "Take it out."

Chichikov was so excited that he did not want to take his eyes off the sarcoid eyes for a moment, he randomly grabbed the pointed dart at his feet, and tremblingly aimed the pointed point at the flesh-colored eye sockets.

"Don't worry..." He was panting with excitement, and said with greedy eyes, "This will be returned to the original owner—"

"squeak--!!"

When the pointed head gouged out the sarcoma, the huge thing let out a sharp scream, and the tentacles and whiskers on the surface surged wildly like algae.Chichikov screamed suddenly, the palm of his hand resting on the tumor stuck to the uneven surface, slowly sinking in as if being sucked in!

The old man cried hoarsely, "Ah—my eyes—"

I yelled, "Chichikov, let it go!"

Chichikov's gray-blue eyes were bloodshot, and half of his arm was sunk in the sarcoma, but he was still shaking his head stubbornly, waving the iron dart in vain, "No—my eyes— —I'm going to gouge it out!"

"Ro, front left, Chichikov is trapped by a sarcoma!"

Hearing my shout, Luo Fei quickly recited a series of incantations, and the flames burned on the sarcoma again.The red monster screamed like weeping, but still didn't let go of Chichikov.One person and one tumor have been at each other for a long time, but they are inseparable.

Luo said in amazement, "This...isn't it okay...then I'll go and bring Chichikov out myself!"

Just when he was about to pounce on the old man, I grabbed his wrist first, and kept my eyes fixed on the screaming sarcoma.

"Squeak-squeak-"

The four eyes embedded in the surface began to blink frantically, as if they were about to faint in the next second.I stared at their weird appearances, and after a dizzy turn of a light brown eyeball, tears suddenly fell.

"This is... sad... the sad voice I heard before..."

Luo was shocked to hear cries from inside the sarcoma.Turbulent tears flowed continuously from the light brown eyeball, soaking the fleshy layer, suppressing the spread of the flame and extinguishing the fire!

I rushed to the side of the screaming old man, and raised my dagger to cut off his arm and get out of the sarcoma.At the same time, Luo also condensed a small sickle, intending to split the sarcoma——

"You guys are doing well."

A cold sneer came, and Luo and I stopped in place at the same time.The man's figure slowly emerged from the darkness again, with a calm expression and a faint smile, the scar on his chest was still dripping with bright red blood.

Chill like devil's claws caressing my back.With a broken heart and no heartbeat, this person actually...

"But," he said, "it's time to end."

In the next second, the two eyes in the upper left and upper right corners of the sarcoma suddenly shot out two dazzling light, like a sharp arrow, they hit Luo's and me's eyes!

An invisible force wrapped in the turbulent air penetrated into my eyelids, causing bursts of severe pain.I covered my eyes, and when the transparent touch dissipated in my eyes, a burst of crazy laughter burst out of my throat!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"

I rolled to the ground, completely unaware of what was happening, I just laughed nervously.Luo fell beside me, probably being concentrated by another dim light, curled up in pain, hugged his head tightly and whimpered loudly!

My laughter mixed with his cries, and with the rolling of those two eyes, the noise shook the sky.The non-stop laughter made me lose all strength, and my heartbeat was as heavy as a drum.Dimly, my remaining reason and consciousness told me——I would probably die laughing here.

"Hahahahaha..." I laughed so hard that my forehead was hot, I was sweating profusely, and I was out of breath, but I just couldn't stop the horrific laughter.

The bastard with glasses casually glanced at us who were lying on the ground laughing and crying, straightening our messy robes, watching Luo and I struggling like two weak mice.

"Are you happy?" He took the time to stretch his collar and sneered, "Are you sad?"

"what--"

Chichikov's last screams were drowned out by the wriggling of the tumor.A thin slit opened in the center of the huge sarcoid, opened its bloody mouth wide, and swallowed the old man's shriveled body with a thud!

"..."

I watched Chichikov's body disappear into the tumor, like a dead fish exposed to the sun for many days, slumped on the ground.Luo suddenly grabbed my hand, and even though his whole body convulsed from crying, he firmly clasped my fingers.

I grabbed him with my backhand, rolled my eyes, and at the moment when the glasses bastard reached out and grabbed my shirt, I finally stopped laughing and fainted weakly...

Damn, it's the first time I've discovered that "laughing" is such a scary thing.

****

The black-haired man sat in front of the mirror, staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

"You probably don't remember the past." A young white-robed monk cut off the man's messy curly hair, and patiently trimmed the man's hair against a pencil sketch at hand, "It's normal. You were in the plane tree I took a nap, but accidentally dropped it. It may cause memory impairment for a period of time..."

"Oh I got it."

The black-haired man watched silently as the curly black hair on his cheeks was cut off, and his bushy eyebrows like caterpillars were shaved neatly.With a low voice, he rubbed his sore temples.

The monk cleaned the broken hair on his neck, he took the drawing paper casually, and said, "Who drew this?"

The friar replied respectfully, "It is our bishop, Douglas Hayden. This is the portrait he painted of you, and it is he who asked us to clean you. He does not want you to wake up, covered in filth, for the first A prayer."

The black-haired man nodded and remained silent for a while, staring blankly at the man on the drawing paper.The other party's facial features are handsome, young eyes are sharp and sharp, and the corners of slightly curved lips are condensed with an inherent arrogance and unruly.

This appearance was familiar and unfamiliar to him, as if it was some kind of abyss long ago, and now it reappeared again.

He imprinted every line of the person in the painting into his mind, and said in a deep voice to the signature at the bottom, "Wash Polu..."

"this is my name?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel "Bianou!!!" for the nutrient solution QwQ!

PS. Because I will be preparing for the exam next week, this article will be suspended for a few days, please forgive me... (Lying)