[Blood...why not...blood]

His animalistic groan gradually disappeared and turned back to rational speech.

The primitive impulse in the blood vessels slowly numbed, replaced by clear thinking.

It's useless no matter how many good people there are.

Even those who work as officials, collect taxes, do business, farm, and carry swords, they are all extremely good people...

Even above his head, the highest king is a dazzling, flawless, infallible saint, great man, god...

Even if all the princes in the court are selfless, capable people with clear plans and good judgments, long-term vision, officials, and good officials...

Even if everyone in this world follows their ideal wishes and does their best...

It doesn't make any sense either!

Enduring the severe pain and desire, Lausanne II answered with difficulty:

"What should happen will still happen!"

The people in the guild protected themselves, and the Blood Bottle Gang was born.

The kukha at the bottom quietly gathered together and formed a brotherhood.

Farmers work hard, businessmen buy low and sell high, craftsmen work carefully, and artists sing praises.

Officials formed cliques and favored followers.

The knights drew their swords and fought.

monarchs...

It's all inevitable.

Lausanne II's left hand was stretched, groping, and trembling in the flesh and blood of his body, in the unspeakable pain, and in the boundless darkness.

Falling deeper and deeper.

Inextricable.

Just can't find the exit.

【Suck...blood!】

Suddenly, Lausanne II's face twisted and his trembling became even worse!

"Hmm--"

The next second, he gritted his teeth and groaned, ruthlessly pulled out his palm and threw it outward!

What he took out from his body were countless amounts of black blood and internal organs.

And a silver flying knife that was corroded, deformed, and constantly smoking.

No.

Seeing this scene, Kong Geyou couldn't hide his disappointment and his eyes darkened.

The obstacle disappeared, and the wounds on Lausanne II's body recovered quickly.

"Even if you catch me and kill me today, you have proven that Feisuo and his rules are bullshit..."

The killer stood up and said coldly:

"Hundred-Step Ranger, you are still going to lose."

Just like back then, in the Blood Bottle Gang, the drug dealer Dogtooth Bot died, but it was of no use.

The small knife reached his position and took over his territory.

Fissot ate up his market and occupied his oil and water.

The replacement of officials is better than the succession of kings.

Nothing has changed.

"Because you can't win from the beginning."

Lausanne II picked up the sword and looked at his dying opponent coldly:

"You can never win."

Just like this battle.

In the face of the huge gap between heaven and earth.

You are destined to lose.

Looking at the enemy who was intact again, Kong Geyou silently closed his eyes.

"Then do nothing?"

Lausanne II frowned.

Kong Geyou, who was at the end of his strength, took a deep breath and struggled to get up:

"Because you can't win, why don't you do anything?"

"Whether you do it or not," Lausanne II frowned and looked at his swaying opponent, "you are destined to lose."

"No!"

Kong Geyou opened his eyes suddenly!

He staggered to his feet and approached Lausanne II stubbornly.

"Father, father said that there are some things that you can never lose."

something.

As his spirit gradually weakened, Konggeyou's mood became more and more agitated and unstable:

"Because they...have nothing to do with winning or losing."

Lausanne II was silent for a second, then snorted coldly:

"Let me guess, your father is dead?"

Konggeyu paused.

This sentence is like a knife, going straight to the heart.

"Just die for this stupid creed, right?"

Lausanne II said disdainfully.

At that moment, Konggeyou's eyes blurred.

He seemed to be back when he was young again, seeing his father for the last time - he fell in a drug addict's den, motionless, covered in blood, still wearing a uniform, and his mouth was filled with 'sunshine'.

And that big sword.

The two-handed sword that made my father proud, it was said that he had fought against the Northern Lao on the battlefield in the Year of Blood.

Take it up, Konggeyu.

If you carry it, you will have nothing to fear.

Because what you carry is not just it.

Konggeyou gritted his teeth and burst into tears.

"No, father is alive."

He raised his head and straightened his waist and abdomen inch by inch, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

No matter how much blood is dripping from his body.

Even if all the fingers on both hands are broken.

"Live forever!"

Kong Geyou stepped forward and moved forward indomitably.

laugh!

The sound of the sword blade sinking into flesh was heard.

Konggeyu paused.

He slowly lowered his head and stared blankly at the sword blade that had sunk into his chest and abdomen.

"If I were your age, I might still be moved by this rhetoric."

Lausanne II looked expressionless, looked at the long sword with a broken edge, and shook his head.

It's time to get a new sword.

"It's a pity that I have grown up." He said coldly.

Konggeyou coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled.

He raised his head, staring at the opponent in front of him extremely sincerely and seriously.
To be continued...