He got up from the bed in a daze, and his brain seemed to be stuffed into a thousand kilograms of mud and water, which was very heavy. The room was dark, and only the silver candlestick that was about to burn out in the distant corner was still emitting a faint light.

Sitting blankly for a while, my eyes were empty. Only after the hull was shaking again, the stiff thinking began to flow viscously, telling Borg how he was awakened just now...

The slammed the bed in annoyance, but it caused a murmur of dissatisfaction. Turning around, a half-naked woman pulled the blanket in a daze, leaned down and fell asleep again, revealing a large white and beautiful back... Who is this?

Looking at it in a daze, Borg rubbed his head, vaguely remembering that it seemed to be his cousin, the cousin from the family. It doesn’t matter if he recognizes his identity, and the name or something, Jenny, Shirley, Mesa...who knows?

What, incest? Haha, who cares? The nobles are always happy with this move, not to mention that I am the direct heir of the family, and they are automatically delivered to them. Who can I blame?

Turning around these boring thoughts, Borg withdrew his gaze and subconsciously licked his lips, as if he was a little hungry...

"Gugu..." As soon as I had thoughts, my hunger became stronger, and my lower abdomen made a few sounds of eating. Frowning, Borg turned his head again and reached out to grop on the wooden table beside the bed. Vase? Can't eat it, throw it away... Silk underwear, red? Annoying color, throw it away... This is it?

Looking at the thick cigarette roll in front of him, Borg grinned, smiling happily, and greedily stuffed it into his mouth and bit it a few times before he remembered to ignite the fire.

"Hu..." He trembled with a long smoke column. Bogton felt much more comfortable, and his whole body seemed to float up. The previous heaviness disappeared instantly. Then he touched his lower abdomen, as if he felt even hungry.

I put on a shirt casually, rummaged around under my feet, and started to search for cigarette butts, various underwear, dry wine jars... There are a lot of things, very mixed, and the floor of the room is everywhere, but there is no food.

"Damn..." Cursing, scratching his messy hair, Borg hesitated for a while and still shaking his way toward the door.

He pushed the door open and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I'm hungry, where are you... I'm fucking hungry..." Then, under the dark and bright light, a familiar face like a nightmare came into view.

"It's you, Borg."

With a sigh, the thick cigarette roll fell on the floor. Borg blinked his listless eyes and suddenly laughed: "Hehe, you are here, you are here again... hallucinations. They are all hallucinations..."

After a little glance, I saw Enoke being nailed to the wall, and unconsciously smacked his lips, "Uncle San... I smoked too much, and I smoked too much..."

Hallucination looked him up and down. He walked over with a strong smell of blood and narrowed the distance. Nightmare's face became clearer. Borg took a step back unconsciously, waved his hand, and smiled nervously, "Haha, how do you plan to kill me this time... You can't kill me, it's always like this... You are hallucinations, I'm not afraid of you..."

The hallucination came to him, leaned over, picked up the thick cigarette roll on the ground, looked at each other for a few seconds, frowned, and pressed against his chest.

Sigh, the smell of burnt flesh, and the strong and severe pain spread throughout the body instantly. "Ah..." screamed, and the feeling of floating in Borg's mind disappeared instantly, and the free eyeballs finally gradually condensed, and he saw the face in front of him clearly.

He turned around and ran away, bang, hit the wooden door, and fell heavily to the ground. Despite this, the great fear in his heart still made him reach out to pull the ground and climb into the house.

"Are you awake?" Tang En squatted in front of him and asked calmly.

First, he nodded subconsciously, then shook his head quickly. Finally, he did not dare to look up at this ordinary and plain face and murmured in a low voice, "You can't kill me, you can't kill me... My father will not let you go, the Temple of Light will not let you go, and no one will let you go..."

Shaking his head slightly, Tang En looked at the crawling maggot in front of him, and could not be associated with the energetic Borg in his previous impression. He rubbed his eyebrows and felt a little ridiculous. It was such a person who reported me that I was wanted by the whole continent and the gray-clothed army collapsed in full swing?

"You are like this..." Tang En wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed sadly and reached out to Borg's neck, "You'd better die..."

Blog subconsciously grasped Tang En's wrist and the palm was unable to release it, and endless darkness came.

After getting up, throwing Borg's body back into the house, and covering the door, Tang En couldn't help but smile a few bitter smiles on his lips. He traveled thousands of miles and found that the revenge result was like this... It was really unexpected.

Speechlessly, just about to walk to the left stairs, my feet suddenly swayed, and a bang... A faint explosion sound came from below.

...

First floor cabin.

The air waves were swept wildly, and the fighting spirit was everywhere. The cabin, which was originally a ruin, has now been destroyed again.

The hundreds of soldiers who had previously attacked the stairs had already scattered away. It was not that they had lost their fighting spirit. In fact, as long as they attacked for a short while, they could definitely get down the stairs smoothly. But now they were full of fighting spirit in front of them, they couldn't dodge them without wanting to.

"Haha, the gray space is indeed interesting... I'm honored to tell you, I'm angry! Get out!" He shouted angrily, the gun shadow flashed, and a figure flew out in response, and he couldn't stop spraying out a large mouthful of blood mist in the air.

He landed on the ground, rolled over until he broke a pile of ruins, and then stopped. Another mouthful of blood was spit out, "Wow... cough cough..." He barely pushed away the rotten wooden strips on his body. Luke looked bleak and his face was bitter.

The opponent's strength is too strong. Even if the three of them siege together, they will be crushed and have no power to fight back.

Looking at the field, David still waved his sword to resist like a madman, but his whole body was already covered in blood. In the gray space, he had the worst evasion skills and was now attacked the most.

In addition, another blurred figure was in good condition, and it kept flashing around the opponent like a ghost, waiting for an opportunity to attack. Although the effect was very small, it at least restrained the opponent's offensive and prevented David, the main attacker, from being killed instantly.

I have to say that this kind of cooperation is very effective. Of course, in the gray space, these two people are the one who cooperates the most. However, this is Mishe... Luke wiped the blood beside his mouth, and his eyes were filled with unknown complex meanings.

It is uncontroversial that Mithur is a traitor. But it is this traitor who rescued them when they are in danger, and now he has taken his life in... Why? Since you can't bear to see us die, why did you choose to betray us before? We are brothers who have been through life and death!

Just as Luke, who had basically lost his combat power, asked in a daze, the form in the field changed again.

"Let's stop here! Your cooperation is good, but that's all!" As soon as the words fell, the white-light fighting spirit suddenly rolled like a tide, mixed with the shadows of guns, radiating out instantly.

Boom, the air waves rolled, and the hull trembled.

Puff... Puff...

Under the undifferentiated attack, David and Mishe's figures were like a willow in the wind, just a contact, both vomiting blood and flying back.

Owens' absolute strength is undoubtedly terrifying, not something that David and Mithur can resist now. What's more important is that after being kicked and vomited by Mithur just now, although he was embarrassed, Owens suddenly felt much more comfortable. At least he lost his feelings of vomiting in a short period of time...

"Why, why do you want to betray!" David was seriously injured, but compared to this, he still wanted to know the reason for the problem that made him feel uneasy.

Mi Xiu had outstanding body skills. Although he was also hit and retreated just now, his injuries were undoubtedly much healed a lot. He slapped the floor and instantly turned over. He glanced at David with an excited expression and said calmly: "Didn't Angus say it? You probably already know."

David raised his head and yelled: "I know what a fool! I don't believe it! I don't believe it..."

"But that's the truth. Isn't you here just to kill me?"

David was stunned, then lowered his head and murmured like a deflated ball, "Then why do you want to save us?"

After a few breaths of silence, "I know I can't survive anymore and don't want to commit suicide. I originally hoped to die at the boss's hands, which was the best result for me. It's a pity that the boss didn't come this time, so I saved you." He narrowed his eyes and looked up at Owens who was walking over, and laughed at himself, "There is no choice, at least he is very strong, and it's good to die at his hands."

After saying that, Mithur stopped talking, grabbed the dagger and rushed towards Owens again.

The gun shadow rose again, "Oh? Can you still fight? Haha, it's a pity that I just struggled to death!"

David and Luke had basically lost their combat power and could only watch Mishe crash into the gun shadow. They knew in their hearts that Mishe's strength was too different from that of the other party, and they were already dying, so they were afraid they would not be able to get out this time.

Looking at each other, "Roar!" With a hammer on the ground, David and Luke roared and stood up at the same time, staggered a few steps, dragging their shaky body toward the battle circle.

At this time, they didn't know what a traitor was, they only knew that the one who was in danger was their brothers, brothers who were born and died! With this, they would never stand idly by!

Life, together, go all the way! Death, face hell!

That's all!

It's just a pity that their injuries were too severe and their speed was too slow. Before they could get close, Mishe, who was fighting alone, was already like a candle in the wind under the Phantom Swordsmanship, and was in danger.

This is also an inevitable result. Mixiu's body speed is very fast, but obviously he has not reached a certain level. Owens is already good at subtle gunshots, and his attack speed is even more terrifying. In this way, Mixiu, who was deprived of his only advantage, naturally has to go one way to defeat.

However, Mishe's skills undoubtedly aroused Owens' interest, and kept shaking his head, and the chattering problem broke out, "Too slow, too slow, your attack speed is too slow, flashy..."

"Accelerate, accelerate, continue to accelerate, this is far from enough..."

"Can you only achieve this level? It's really disappointing... Then, I'm sorry to tell you that you're dead..."

Before he finished speaking, a very interesting voice suddenly came clearly, "Well, your attack speed is very fast?"
Chapter completed!