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"Afan, what's wrong with you?"

"Baofan, don't scare us, who hurt you like this?"

In the hall, Mu Shiyu and Mu Wanqiu were only a few meters away from Ning Bufan, but these few meters were like the gap between heaven and earth.

This is a very strange scene.

Afan?

Blood!

A lot of blood flowed out of oneself.

Ning Bufan covered his head, but his eyes stared at Mu Shiyu and Mu Wanqiu like wild wolfs. There was a huge tyranny and an indescribable desolation in his pupils.

Yes, it is like a wilderness and extremely lonely desolate.

What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong with me?

What happened just now, why did I have so much blood on my body, and what happened?

He felt his memory slowly passing away. He was so tired that he wanted to fall asleep, but he endured the torment of sleepiness and tried hard to open his eyes. His eyes were filled with blood, and had turned red, and a little bright red liquid gradually flowed out from his nose.

An equally violent aura in his body kept hitting his skin, as if he was about to break out of his body.

He kept gasping like an old cow. Every time he gasped, his muscles continued to expand, and they stopped until they expanded to support his clothes. Slowly, the bones and bones in his body made a crackling sound, as if they were broken and then reorganized.

His body was constantly changing with cold and hot, but deep down he seemed to be hiding some terrifying beast, revealing his fangs ferociously, trying to devour everything about him.

What does this feel like?

It seems that I came back from outside, but what happened after I came back from outside?

Ning Bufan walked into the bathhouse step by step with his subconscious mind, but the moment he ran into the bathhouse, he felt that everything was so strange.

In strange places, strange people, and strange worlds, he gradually found that his memories began to become very messy.

When he opened his eyes, he could hear the messy sounds. When he closed his eyes, he could see the layers of red lines around him.

A red line like blood.

After reaching out his hand and subconsciously touching these lines, he would have strange conversations in Ning Bufan's mind.

"Mom, I'm studying in Yanjing University. I'm very good here. You have to take good care of yourself. The phone bill is too expensive, so I'll hang up first."

"Husband, you have to come back early. If I see you raise a mistress, hehe, you're done!"

"Mom, what did you say? Grandpa, grandpa is dead? I'll come here now."

"Dear, I love you, okay, I'm dead!"

Who are these people? Are they hallucinations? If it is hallucinations, then why does everything look so realistic?

Every time he took a step, Ning Bufan felt that he had touched a conversation, and he leaned against the wall and felt that he could not move forward.

His fists were condensed with both hands, but blue veins bulged. The sudden huge information occupied Ning Bufan's layers of memories, and then swallowed his entire brain bit by bit, as if his entire brain was about to explode.

what do I do?

He even found in panic that he didn't know what his name was, and he didn't even know what he was going to do.

I can't remember anything, I can't remember anything important or something unimportant.

When you forget everything, what else is left of you? Is it just a shell?

Who are you, why are you here, and why are you alive? Where did you come from?

"Afan, you..."

"roll!"

Mu Wanqiu stared at Ning Bufan with wide eyes, but he did not dare to approach Ning Bufan.

Just now, he saw with his own eyes that Ning Bufan smashed a huge hole in the thick stone wall of the room with his fist. Think from the perspective of others, what would happen if this punch hit someone?

It will definitely punch through a person's body and kill him in an instant.

What's wrong? Ning Bufan was fine last night, but why did he suddenly become like this now?

"Bufan, calm down, we won't hurt you, don't scare us, okay?" Mu Shiyu saw that Ning Bufan's body was bleeding until now, and she felt a little painful in her heart, and tears couldn't help but shed.

What kind of story does this strong man hide?

Moreover, why is it so painful? Is it because of the injuries on the body? How did these injuries come about?

"Who are you? Who are you... No matter who you are, get out!" In an instant, a huge murderous intent emerged from his body. He closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and an indescribable sense of suffocation surrounded everyone.

Mu Wanqiu and Mu Shiyu unconsciously took a step back and looked at Ning Bufan so terrifyingly, and they even felt like they were crushed by the momentum of Ning Bufan and were about to kneel down.

They didn't dare to let it go.

Ning Bufan already felt that he was about to lose control of himself.

His memory finally began to be confused, and several bloody corpses appeared in his mind, including Bruce, Xu Yi, Xu Er, Li Nianqing, and the top of the Lingshan Mountain dyed red by blood...

Then he developed a few murderous intents that he didn't even understand.

This murderous intent is hard to suppress. At this moment, Ning Bufan wanted to rush out of the house and come to the street without restraint. He used his fists to break the people who blocked him.

No...No, it's wrong, I can't do this, I can't!

The last touch of consciousness continued to fight against him, and this thought began to conflict with his body. His body kept trembling, drops of blood flowed on the ground, and the wound in his belly, which was cut by a knife, cracked open again, and the blood dyed his front clothes red.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, a slight froth appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Blood?

He took a step forward, touched a red line with one hand again, and then a clear conversation appeared in his mind again.

"The mission failed and was killed."

"As expected, how could an ordinary killer kill a master who is comparable to Qing'er!"

"Master, is it all right?"

"Of course it is impossible! I will kill Ning Bufan to avenge my grandson Li Nianqing!"

"Well, sir, I will find a way, so let's hang up first!"

Such a conversation suddenly appeared in Ning Bufan's mind.

Ning Bufan, Ning Bufan? Why are these three words so familiar? Who wants to kill Ning Bufan? Who is Ning Bufan? Who is Li Nianqing?

The question flashed away. After Ning Bufan took another step, his body bones slammed again, and his aura had collapsed. Every step he took, his body would explode.

His throat was very dry. When he opened his eyes again, the beast in his body finally roared and showed its hideous fangs, and finally woke up!

In an instant, he longed for a fight, longing for someone to appear to stop him from taking another step forward.

Who can stop him from moving forward? Who can make everything in his mind disappear?

Crazy murderous intent!

Everything began to be in chaos. Even if he opened his eyes, he could see that the world was surrounded by red.

He has started to go crazy.

Is that blood?

"Bang!"

"Crash!"

After taking a few steps, his body touched the table. His eyes were full of fierce names. He clamped his fists and smashed the table to pieces. Then he stepped on it several times with his body and turned it into wood chips!

"Afan! Calm down, I am Wanqiu, she is Shiyu!" After seeing this scene, Mu Wanqiu couldn't help but tremble and pulled Mu Shiyu back out of the room.

He was afraid that if he stayed here again, he would not be able to help but kneel down!

Ning Bufan is so terrible. The person in front of him is simply a demon!

Who is late autumn? Who is the poem and who are they? Are they going to stop me?

Kill, kill, kill! Kill!

The killing surname was finally uncontrollable, and the memory finally completely disappeared. Ning Bufan looked up at Mu Wanqiu and Mu Shiyu, and in an instant, there was only a thought of killing soaring into the sky.

Suddenly, he stepped on the ground with his feet.

"boom!"

The marble made an explosion, cracking layer by layer, and even shocked Mu Wanqiu's feet to be extremely numb.

You must know that Mu Wanqiu is more than ten meters away from Ning Bufan!

"This man is a monster, let's run!"

"But, he..." Mu Shiyu looked at Ning Bufan hesitantly with her cheeks twisted. She could feel the huge pain in Ning Bufan!

"Run! Why are you still standing there? He will kill us!"

Mu Wanqiu felt the huge murderous intent on Ning Bufan. He shouted and pulled Mu Shiyu and turned around and ran away. However, they felt a needle behind them after running a few steps!
To be continued...