~： The second year story 023, the blessing of the Lord of Darkness

"Damn, what the **** is this kid!"

Scarface threw away the walnut, and pulled out all eight throwing knives in his left and right hands. He raised his hands and the eight flying knives flew towards the little beggar from a stationary position. At the same time, his ten fingers kept changing their movements. The flying knives pulled by the thin lines changed positions constantly in the air with the intention of killing the enemy.

Looking at the eight flying knives, the idiot breathed out slowly.

"Hehe, how do you dodge? From before to now, maybe you have never encountered an enemy crowd? And think about it, you more often sneak attacks when your opponent is not paying attention. I admit that your sword of death is already very proficient, but now these two people are already prepared. I am afraid it will not be easy to knock down the remaining two with this sword."

The chains on the arm were squirming, and the barbs connecting the bones and blood vessels were rubbing gently. To be honest, the idiot did not learn any evasive combat methods. Looking at the flying knives, he couldn't move for a while.

………………Can't, move?

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

Eight throwing knives were nailed to the ground one after another, without hitting the target. At the last moment, the idiot suddenly shifted the target, not thinking about dodge, but imagining that there was an enemy beside him, stepping out involuntarily at the pace of the sword of death. Relying on the speed of the sword of death, he avoided the flying knives at the moment of his death, and then rushed towards the scar face!

"Be careful! This little devil's sword is very fast!"

"Hehehe, if the sword of death wants to kill the enemy, you must try to get the distance between yourself and the enemy. But unfortunately, for people who are good at long-range attacks, the last thing they will not do is let others bully themselves. In front of you."

Accompanied by a sneer from the dark, Scarface pulled both hands, and the eight flying knives inserted into the ground were pulled out, and then inserted into the idiot's back again.

The flying knife is very fast, it is too fast. The little boy seemed to have no time to kill the enemy and then escape. Unsurprisingly, he swiftly walked to the side, and after the scar face caught his throwing knife, he immediately concentrated, preparing for the next wave of attacks from the idiot. but……

The idiot didn't chase, and his footsteps didn't stop at all. He pounced on the pile of badger tail fleece, stretched out his left hand, as if expecting something, grabbed it...

"Heh, this kid, is he really sick?"

There was a sneer at the corner of the fat man’s mouth. He quickly took out a guiding stone from his arms and threw it at the pile of badger tail velvet over there——

"Hey! Blow him up for me!"

Scar face was ordered, the little tail finger of his left hand immediately hooked a flying knife, and quickly threw it towards the guiding stone.

Throwing knives across the air. The sharp blade cuts the air...

The guiding stone fell on the herb pile, it outlined an arc, and the center began to emit a red light...

Hand, stretched out, and approached his target, hoping to catch a handful, a small handful...

The child has ignored everything, he even forgot to protect his safety. What does it mean to protect yourself?

It means stupidity, it means death. When the flying knife passed the corner of his eye and pierced the red guiding stone before his sight...

"Woo............Wow............"

Does the baby's cry just go away...?

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There was a loud bang, and the flames released from the guiding stone filled the brick house with a layer of red light! The terrible heat wave is like the deserted desert outside the sand city, with layers of despair blowing on anyone's face.

The idiot was blown up. He was lucky to be able to save a whole body, who was supposed to be bombed to pieces. He was still alive, but his clothes were burned and some sores were added to his body. Some of his hair was scorched, and a faint blood stain dripped from the corner of his mouth.

He stood there, his cold eyes kept that look. He watched quietly, watching the badger tail velvet dancing in the flames. The fly ash, which was steamed by the hot air, flew up, and then drifted towards him leisurely. He stretched out his left hand, and a small piece of badger tail fleece still burning fell into his palm. then……

call……

Turned into ashes.

The flame was dancing, and the messy light pulled the idiot's shadow extremely long. A blood mark slowly appeared on his left face, and after a few seconds, the blood mark opened and turned into a hole. Blood flowed from this opening.

This is the sore caused by the flying knife just now. Walnut sat paralyzed on the ground, looking at the blood that slowly flowed from the cheek of the little scumbag, but he didn't wipe it, letting the blood flow down his cheeks.

Does it hurt?

Walnut asked from the bottom of her heart.

It must be painful, right? Suffered so badly...it must be painful, right? But why does he still carelessly look like that? Why didn't he show any discomfort, any pain? Doesn't he... feel pain?

Walnut cannot understand, and the idiot himself cannot understand how he feels at the moment. On his back, that little "burden" was completely cold, and he hadn't felt the little breath from his back for too long. He just stood there, closed his eyes, and wanted to use his heart to listen to the sound of the little heart beating behind...

Puff...Puff...Puff...

Puff...puff...

Puff...

This is my heartbeat...

Or is her heartbeat?

The idiot stood, seeming to fall into complete silence. But the two prisoners on both sides will never let go of this good opportunity! Scarface drew out a throwing knife again and quickly threw it at the idiot's back! He wants to see blood and want this child to die! This flying knife has already spared his full effort to throw it. He is confident that even if the little devil uses the sword in his hand to resist, this flying knife filled with his "crazy" martial skills can definitely break the black Sword, inserted into his back!

"Die! Kid——————!!!"

In an instant, the red flame was frozen by the black hexagonal crystals.

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when------!

The throwing knife, which would never be flew, was flew, but the child did not move. He still stood in the same posture as he was just now, and what flicked the flying knife was a black iron chain!

Somehow, the chain that was still quiet just now squirmed as if filled with vitality. They crawled on the idiot's arms, and some soared in the air and revolved around his body! Soon, an iron chain with a sharp spike on the head was inserted into the child's arm socket. In an instant, his right eye was stained with a **** bright red.

"Hahaha, yes... that's it! Be a little more angry, and hate a little more! Hate the world, give me all your anger, and I... will give you strength——————!!!"

The originally burning flames turned into black...No, not just flames. In this brick house illuminated by nearly a hundred guiding lamps, a burst of darkness has spread! This darkness swallowed all the lights and all the flames. The cold replaced the original warmth here, and the roof of the brick house seemed to be unable to contain the darkness, and was stripped away.

The black rain fell crazily.

But everything here is far from over...

"Goo...huh...uuuuu..."

The boy's throat began to make some unexplained noises. His right eye became blood red, but his left eye actually started to slowly turn bright red! This is different from the past. The first prison in the past is over at this point, but now, those chains still have no intention of giving up. Soon, the second chain with a tapered head came out of those flying black shackles, and fiercely... inserted into the shoulder of the idiot.

An air wave spreads around the idiot. The Scarface and Fatty who had been standing were unsteadily standing by the wave of air, and fell one after another. In front of them, the child's entire right arm was tightly entangled with chains. His left eye, which symbolized rationality, was finally unable to resist the power at this moment, and was gradually swallowed by bright red.

"Ah ah------!!!"

The dark storm was raging, as if celebrating something. Walnut looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but let out a scream. There is a reason for her scream, because the idiot originally held the right hand of Dim Mie... now it has grown stronger.

The eleven-year-old boy's hands began to thicken, and the bones inside gradually felt like breaking through the skin. The more important thing is his finger, it is no longer a human finger, but a paw! A black-skinned paw is holding the Dim Mi, standing on the peak of enlightenment that the storm is coming!

"Wow...wow——————! Monster...Monster————!!!"

Scarface stopped playing, and the "tian change" in front of him had already suppressed his "crazy" martial arts. Perhaps he also felt that in front of the monster in front of him, how small and inconspicuous his so-called "crazy" was. He got up, turned around, and was about to flee...

Come on.

Pain came from his calf. He lowered his head and saw a black long sword inserted into his calf and nailed him to the ground. In the endless panic, he raised his head, looked along the sword, saw the hand of the devil, saw the entire right shoulder that was entangled with chains, and the child's face...

A pair of eyes that have completely turned blood red.