I Became a God in a Horror Game

Armand woke up suddenly from his sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed sweating profusely. He lowered his head and panted for a while before he recovered from the nightmare.

In other words, a relief from the nightmarish reality.

Armand shook his hand soaked with cold sweat. The last picture in his sleep was Mu Sicheng with his head down on the ground and bleeding, his pupils dilated.

The opponent's blood spread on the ground and merged with the pool of blood under him.

Armand sat blankly on the edge of the bed thinking about the dream just now, or his previous life.

His older brother Georgia is the chief captain of the third district of the Heresy Administration. Since Armand was sensible and remembered, he has been extremely busy. Because Georgia is engaged in a very dangerous job, he has a strong desire to protect Armand - Georgia Armand's every move is strictly planned.

For example, Georgia strictly prohibited Armand from entering the Heresy Processing Bureau and engaging in any work related to heresy.

But Armand is not convinced. The more Georgia does not allow it, the more he wants to enter. The work of the Heresy Processing Bureau is full of attractiveness in his eyes - this is his fantasy job of saving the world!

Armand, who worshipped his brother Georgia from a young age, became more and more yearning for the Heresy Administration. When he was a teenager, he was rebellious and directly entered the training camp of the Heresy Administration.

This caused Armand and Georgia to have their first quarrel, and Armand fought so hard that he finally got his wish.

And Georgia said grimly to him, Armand, you are a cowardly and soft-hearted man, you cannot be cruel to your enemies, and if you do, you will be severely punished by fate.

Now that you think about it, Georgia was right, Georgia was always right.

At that time, Armand had not been severely punished by fate, and he always had some unrealistic and naive illusions about the benevolence of fate.

He entered the Heresy Administration with these innocent innocences in his arms, and was then sent to the safest heresy supervision department in Georgia to be responsible for paperwork.

Depressed Armand boredly counted all kinds of heresies, and took any opportunity to run to the most dangerous front line, but every time he was found by Georgia's sharp eyes, and then he was more strictly controlled within the headquarters of the three districts.

Armand felt an ineffable loneliness.

From the beginning of his growth, he was surrounded by the high protective wall that Georgia built to protect him from heresy. There was nothing in the wall, only himself, and even Georgia cautiously stayed outside the wall, even eating. Covered with a plastic cover to prevent contamination of him.

And after he grew up, he still stayed in this fence, and there was no one to speak.

And soon this man appeared.

The third district in charge of Georgia is a storage area for high-risk heresies. It stores the most dangerous and valuable heretics. The strongholds of the third district are generally in very secret locations, and few people can detect them. The natural enemy of the district, Mu Sicheng, is an exception.

Mu Sicheng is the biggest enemy of the third district. This arrogant thief will make a scene every time he comes to visit the third district. other side.

And research to research to go, but also to study a little epidermis.

When Armand was stuffing bread into his mouth, he couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard the players mention Mu Sicheng's background for the thousand and oneth time.

"Mu Sicheng... The best friend is dead... Now there is no way to cooperate with anyone, I am very withdrawn and alone..."

"He seems to mind this very much, and when he hears it, he will be furious and out of control... You can take advantage of this..."

Armand, with bread in his mouth, interjected inarticulately: "How can a dead friend be a weakness?"

He patted his chest with a smile on his face and recommended himself: "Unless you make him a living friend, that's a weakness. I think I'm pretty good. I can help you as a spy and be the thief's friend."

The team members knew that Armand was the captain's younger brother, so they laughed and teased him: "Do you know how the thief's friend died?"

Armand shook his head honestly.

The team members frightened him: "It was killed by Mu Sicheng himself! If you were friends with him, maybe he would kill you too!"

Armand froze for a moment, choking on the bread he swallowed.

That night, the red alert in the three districts sounded.

Armand woke up from his sleep in a daze, and heard Georgia's serious voice on the radio: "The whole area is on alert! After Mu Sicheng stole three second-level red heretics, he was hit in the waist by me, and now he is losing his ability to move. Fleeing from the inside of the Administration! All the team members searched in a carpet!"

"—If necessary, you can kill it on the spot!"

The team members searched room by room for the thief who was shot. Their faces were filled with joy. This kind of joy of success made Armand, who had sneakily joined the search team, turned a blind eye after being discovered by the team members. One eye let go.

Armand excitedly followed the search, but after searching twice, he was found by Georgia. Armand rolled back to his room dejectedly after being reprimanded by Georgia.

But when Armand returned to his room, he immediately realized that something was wrong and something had sneaked into his room.

Armand didn't close the door when he left the dormitory. Although he was very cautious, and the room seemed to be untouched, the smell could not be concealed - Armand smelled a strong smell of blood.

His heart was pounding nervously.

Armand is very self-aware that he can't stop the other party, so he pretended not to notice anything, turned around and prepared to leave to inform others.

But the moment he turned his head, someone hooked his throat with sharp claws, and a tall man was breathing heavily on his body, laughing wickedly: "It's very sharp, my nose is as smart as mine. , do you smell my blood?"

Armand's heart almost jumped out of his throat. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Before he could speak, the man on his shoulder slowly slid down.

Armand turned in a trance.

He saw a young man about his age lying weakly in a pool of blood with monkey headphones on his head, panting for breath.

This man was about to lose too much blood and go into shock. Armand immediately realized this. He stared blankly at Mu Sicheng, who was lying in a pool of blood. All kinds of background information he heard about this murderous thief echoed in his mind involuntarily.

[...no friends...a person...seems lonely...can only talk to a follower behind him]

[Every time you steal something, everything you do is to please the person behind the scene and get the recognition of the other party...]

[It seems that the smuggler is going to expand the smuggling line recently, so Mu Sicheng visits the three districts more and more frequently...]

Armand thought that the other party would be a bad old man in his forties and fifties, but he didn't expect... to be so young.

The blood spread from Mu Sicheng's body into a pool of blood. He curled up absently, instead of covering the wound, he used his injured abdomen to protect the three heresy boxes that he had stolen inside.

Armand's lips pursed into a straight line, he held the hand/gun behind his waist, then gritted his teeth and drew the gun at Mu Sicheng's head.

But no matter how hard he pushed himself, Armand couldn't do it—his brother was right.

He had no way to shoot at such a living person, even if he knew that he was a heinous bad guy, but he could see the same desire as him in the eyes of the dying Mu Sicheng-to live, to be understood And the meager sustenance of identification, desire.

At this moment, there was a knock on his door.

Armand was startled, he subconsciously propped Mu Sicheng up, hid under the bed, then took off the floor, sprayed a lot of air freshener in fear, and lay on the bed pretending to be asleep.

The ordinary team members came, and he asked Armand: "Have you seen any suspicious people?"

Armand, who was on the bed, quickly replied, "No! The air freshener was sprayed a lot because I just had a lot of stinky shit!"

The person who came: "...you don't have to tell me this kind of thing."

Fortunately, no one suspected Armand, the captain's younger brother, so in the choking smell of the air soothing agent, the visitor pinched his nose and left.

Armand slumped on the bed. After hesitating for a long time, he put a bottle of special healing potion and a roll of bandages under the bed.

It may have been a long, long time before a pair of monkey paws stretched out from the bottom of the bed, and "swoosh" off these things.

Armand squatted on the bed with his knees in his arms, his eyes lost in a daze, thinking about why he did this.

But before he could think of a result, there was a rejuvenating, slightly tugging voice from the bottom of the bed: "Hey, what's your name?"

Armand answered honestly: "Armand."

He sneered from the bottom of the bed: "It's ugly, you look exactly like the guy who shot me, who is he?"

"...Brother." Speaking of this, Armand was even more depressed.

Why on earth did you want to save the enemy who was shot and wounded by your brother?

There was silence under the bed for a long time before he asked the same question that Armand had in mind: "Why do you want to save me?"

Armand let out a long sigh: "I don't know either, I couldn't help but save it."

For some unknown reason, a series of extremely mocking laughter and choking came from under the bed, and then whispered, "You idiot."

Armand: "..."

Although I also think it's kind of stupid, isn't it wrong for you to say this?

When Armand woke up early the next morning, Mu Sicheng was gone. Armand breathed a sigh of relief, but on the other hand, he wondered if he wanted to do something crazy because he wanted to do it. This kind of dream of catching Mu Sicheng?

But why did the self in the dream save him and then let him go?

Armand was puzzled, so he gave up.

But not long after, the notorious thief visited the Heresy Administration again, but this time Mu Sicheng didn't take anything, but left one thing behind.

Like all the arrogant thieves in history, he actually sent a notice to the three districts in advance this time.

[—Come to steal something on Wednesday, I don’t know what to steal, look at it, let your captain’s younger brother, whoever has an ugly name wash up and wait for me at the door! 】

Georgia lifted his eyelids, and he threw the notice in front of the demented Armand: "Explain why Mu Sicheng started targeting you?"

"...I don't know..." Armand wanted to cry, but he really regretted it.

Georgia took a deep breath. He stared at Armand for a long time, and finally made a judgment: "No matter what happened to you and Mu Sicheng, Armand, you must remember that this person is a devil, and you will eventually be harmed by him."

"But if you really need a chance to recognize this reality, I'll give it to you."

Georgia looks at guilty Armand: 'Wednesday with a gun and we're in the containment.'

On Wednesday, Armand, armed with a gun, stood at the front timidly, and soon, the thief came.

This was the first time Armand saw Mu Sicheng running and stealing.

Mu Sicheng was as fast as the wind, and as free as the wind, with a speed invisible to the naked eye, he smiled and brushed the side of Armand who had not recovered, and then grabbed Armand's wrist, Pulling the stunned Armand ran with him.

In the scene where the gunfire was flying, and in the screams of all the members of the Heresy Processing Bureau, the hostile thief and Armand ran as fast as two children who were caught on the spot for a prank.

Armand was stunned, he pulled out his hand and wanted to leave, but at this time Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows stubbornly and looked back at him in the wind: "It's fun to see that they can't catch us?"

Armand was startled, he turned his head, and behind him were the team members hysterically chasing them. Against the background of Mu Sicheng's extreme speed, the hideous facial expressions of these running team members looked a bit funny - it's really fun, Aman De couldn't help laughing.

Mu Sicheng ran very fast, and Armand, who was holding his hand, also ran very fast.

All kinds of heresies are presented one by one under Mu Sicheng's superb stealing skills. These dangerous heresies that have been measured and sorted out by Armand are arbitrarily weighed by Mu Sicheng in his hands. This is not a crime of theft harming the world, just a whim of the thief.

Mu Sicheng threw a heresy to Armand and smiled: "Do you know what this is for?"

"Number 8035..." Armand racked his brains recalling the statistics he had done, "This seems to be... in the wind..."... Butterfly.

He remembered being able to blow out hurricanes.

Mu Sicheng interrupted Armand impatiently, stretched out his hand and opened it directly: "Don't you know if you open it?"

The colorful and bizarre butterfly groups flew out of the box, and the wind fanned out from under their colorful tails. The fierce wind swayed back and forth in the closed room, and the hairline could be moved back by one centimeter.

Armand was caught off guard and was blown into the air.

Mu Sicheng grabbed Armand's ankle to prevent Armand from being blown away, he couldn't help laughing and laughing: "You've been here for so long, your brother didn't even let you play with this, right?"

"Is this a game?!" Armand yelled in dismay. "Stop, it will cause severe climate change!"

"No." Mu Sicheng grabbed his body to balance in the wind, he floated shallowly above Armand, and after stabilizing Armand's shoulders, he explained with a low smile, "It's really stupid, your brother. I don't know how to teach you, but watch it, every heresy has a weakness—"

Mu Sicheng controlled Armand's fingers to grab the tail of a butterfly flying in the wind, attached to Armand's side and whispered: "—As long as you control its weakness, this heresy is your toy. ."

Armand watched in disbelief as the butterfly in his hand stopped flapping and stopped obediently at his fingertips.

Mu Sicheng hummed proudly: "Right?"

But the next moment, Mu Sicheng maliciously let go of the finger holding the butterfly, and flicked the butterfly's tail feather with his index finger, and the wind suddenly blew up.

Mu Sicheng grabbed the panic-stricken Armand by the back of the neck, quickly retreated in the hurricane caused by the butterfly, laughed wildly at the team members who came to chase them in the wind, and said goodbye with two fingers:

"I'll steal your captain's brother for fun!"

They disappeared without a trace in the sudden wind.

In fact, the wind didn't take the two of them for a long time, and Mu Sicheng stopped.

He didn't know whose call he received. His joyful expression instantly calmed down, and his tone changed from escaping to calm: "...Understood, I will bring things back. There is no problem with the safety of the smuggling line."

After the phone call, Mu Sicheng turned around and saw Armand, and burst into laughter.

Armand has a face that is 99% similar to Georgia. At this moment, Armand, who has never experienced such stimulation, now has brown hair that has been blown into a chicken coop by the wind.

He was lying on all fours now - not because he didn't want to stand up, but because he had never been in a hurricane, Armand was a little dizzy.

Mu Sicheng half-squatted in front of Armand, who was lying on the ground, with a half-smile, "I thought the big old-fashioned brother would be a little old-fashioned, but I didn't expect to be a little mentally handicapped."

Armand gave Mu Sicheng a faint look: "You curse again."

Mu Sicheng couldn't bear to laugh, he stood up in his pocket, took out a few heresy boxes from his pocket and threw them all to Armand: "Okay, I'm almost done playing today, I'll have a chance to play with you later, bye."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Armand came back to his senses, he looked at the boxes in front of him, and suddenly froze——

——These boxes were not only taken away by Mu Sicheng today, but the three boxes Mu Sicheng rescued by Mu Sicheng last time were also returned to him.

"Mu Sicheng—" After thinking and thinking, Armand still couldn't help but stopped Mu Sicheng, "You gave me back what you stole last time."

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows and turned around with one foot: "Why, why not give it back to you?"

Armand answered honestly: "Today, you should be here to play, and all the red heresies are light at the first level, but these three are red at the third level, which should be your goal. Of course you can return it to me, but I Mainly because I'm afraid you'll come to steal next time."

"It's really my goal." Mu Sicheng smiled, "But the last time I was caught by you, the theft naturally failed. This is not my trophy."

Mu Sicheng waved his hand and left without looking back, with a smile in his voice: "Of course I will steal again, if you don't want to lose, just try to catch me, Armand."

Armand looked at the three boxes and was silent for a long time.

Armand, who successfully brought back the stolen box, finally has the qualifications to enter the front line.

After that, Mu Sicheng would send notice letters to Armand from time to time, and Armand seemed to grow up overnight. He became more calm and would use all his strength to hunt down Mu Sicheng.

Whenever Mu Sicheng came, Armand was the fastest runner, almost as fast as Mu Sicheng, but he never shot Mu Sicheng.

Gradually, Armand became the person who recovered the most stolen goods from Mu Sicheng.

Armand grew up in the process of chasing Mu Sicheng. He became more and more stable, responsible, and capable, and became Georgia's second-in-command, that is, the vice-captain.

One day, when Armand returned to the dormitory after dinner and registered the heresy, he found a notice beside the bed, which read—[Deputy Captain, stop playing the hunt game, come for a drink? 】

Armand tilted the corner of his mouth slightly, and after carefully confirming that his brother was not there, he slipped away from the back door of the Heresy Administration.

Armand came to the open space where he was swept away by a gust of wind from Mu Sicheng-they would come here occasionally to get together, although I don't know why the guys from the two hostile camps did this, but it started unknowingly. It has become an unspoken convention between two people.

This open space was very barren on the ground, but when he raised his head, he could see a very bright night sky. When Armand arrived, Mu Sicheng was sitting on a hillside and looked up at the starry sky.

"Come on." Mu Sicheng greeted Armand lazily and threw him a bottle of wine.

Armand took it steadily, as usual, then raised his head and paused.

He noticed that Mu Sicheng was in a bad mood tonight.

"What's wrong?" Armand asked, sitting next to Mu Sicheng.

Mu Sicheng raised his head and took a sip of his wine, and exhaled a turbid breath: "The one who assigned the smuggling line to me will not come to steal things in the future."

He was silent for a while when he said this, and then continued as if nothing had happened: "See you later, I'm about to shoot, replace your pretending empty shell gun."

After Mu Sicheng finished speaking, Armand also fell silent.

——If it's just stealing, it can be regarded as a game, but when it rises to the point where it can endanger everyone's smuggling, it is no longer a game between them.

but the lives and deaths of countless people.

Armand rarely drank, but at that time, he took a swig and wiped his mouth: "I will."

"I've played many, many games, some tragic, terrifying, and one..." Mu Sicheng looked up at the starry sky and muttered to himself, "—I will never forget it."

"But this time, I had the most fun." Mu Sicheng lowered his head, he didn't look at Armand, but extended his hand to him, "Thanks, whether you let me go or accompany me."

Armand took Mu Sicheng's hand and said seriously, "It's okay, we are friends."

Mu Sicheng paused, he was silent for a while, and then sneered: "Do you know how my last friend died?"

"Killed by your own hands." Armand clenched Mu Sicheng's hand tightly, with unshakable determination in his dark brown eyes, "But I believe you won't kill me, or rather, I will Do your best to be much stronger than you, so that you can neither kill you nor kill you!"

Armand clenched his fist and said, "I will be strong enough to stop what you are going to do!"

Mu Sicheng withdrew his hand and turned his head awkwardly, but he couldn't help but smile: "...Stinky brat, don't think you've caught me so many times and you're so proud."

But perhaps neither Armand nor Mu Sicheng would have thought that this was the last time they smiled at each other.

Three months later, Bai Liu came to deliver a batch of goods, and Mu Sicheng was found by George who came to patrol during the handover.

After Georgia determined that this was a group of high-risk smuggling heretics, once it entered the market, it would cause serious consequences, he launched a fierce attack without hesitation, and Mu Sicheng, who stayed behind, had a hard time dealing with it, but after handing over the goods, he left. However, Bai Liu killed a carbine and returned to the port.

With the assistance of Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng captured the famous captain of the three districts on the spot.

When he saw that the person who came was Georgia, Mu Sicheng's pupils could not help shrinking slightly.

And Bai Liu, who was sitting on the seat, didn't miss the slight change in Mu Sicheng's expression. Bai Liu looked at Georgia, who was half-kneeling in front of his knees, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You know this captain?"

Mu Sicheng answered with difficulty: "I often go to his three districts to steal heresy..."

Bai Liu turned his face to the side, and he looked at Mu Sicheng lightly: "I don't like someone lying to me. You know what I'm talking about is not only the level of what I've seen - do you have feelings for him?"

"No!" Mu Sicheng denied quickly.

Bai Liu turned his head to look at Georgia thoughtfully: "But your reaction when you see this face can't be faked. It's not him, it should be someone who looks a lot like him."

He possessed and raised Georgia's head, and looked down at the face: "You should be able to judge whether it is that person from the body shape of a straight family member, so this person should be male, and he is very close in age. Men, otherwise you wouldn't be able to tell the difference at first glance."

Mu Sicheng's breathing almost stopped, his hands clenched into fists.

"—Is it his younger brother?" Bai Liu calmly announced the answer, "Similar in age to you, and perhaps have a similar experience to a certain extent, this kind of relationship established on this opposing position—"

Bai Liu lifted his eyelids to look at Mu Sicheng who said nothing, and folded his hands in front of him: "—Is it fun?"

Mu Sicheng's eyes were red, and he let out a long breath. He didn't defend himself a word, he bowed his head and knelt down.

"Please... let go of Georgia." He said word by word, "I overplayed it, next time I will control myself, killing him now will make the third district change the manager, change the layout, no It is convenient for us to investigate..."

Mu Sicheng was still about to go on, but he seemed to be trying to convince himself how ridiculous and powerless Georgia's behavior was, so after not getting any reply from Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng quieted down and knelt motionlessly before Bai Liu. In front of six.

Bai Liu lowered his eyes: "As a respect for you and the seriousness of work during this time, I can let him go."

Mu Sicheng raised his head in amazement.

"It's not an example." Bai Liu glanced at Georgia lightly: "But before that, in order to prevent the captain of the three districts from remembering our smuggling route, we need to show him something."

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief: "—Is it a memory-eliminating prop?"

"No." Bai Liu said softly, "I'm going to let him try the new prop I just got, [Future]."

After Georgia took a look at that thing, it was as if his soul had been taken away, and he stood still, like a corpse. He was thrown on a wasteland by Bai Liu—the one where Mu Sicheng and Armand occasionally drank. Secret wasteland.

Mu Sicheng secretly informed Armand to come and take his brother.

Armand, who had come, panicked and carried Georgia back on his back.

- That was the beginning of all nightmares.

With Georgia silent for a month, always ready to commit suicide, a desperate Armand broke out and logged into the game.

After struggling and crawling through the game, the dying Armand saw the other side of the thief named Mu Sicheng for the first time on the big screen.

This man laughed wantonly and slaughtered at will. Human life was like a toy in his hands, and he followed behind another person, turning from a thief into an extremely sharp weapon that would see blood.

Armand stood blankly in the audience cheering for Mu Sicheng's grabbing of his opponent's neck. He looked up at the friend on the screen that he felt very strange, and his mind went blank.

It turns out that the games that Mu Sicheng mentioned...is like this...

Is that so?

After winning another game, Mu Sicheng picked up his clothes at will to wipe off the sweat and blood dripping from his jaw, waved impatiently at the cheering audience, and prepared to leave.

Bai Liu seemed to be on the rise, turned around and asked him: "Which one is more fun than the game between you and the deputy captain of the third district?"

His spirit level dropped, and his desire to kill and steal was released, causing Mu Sicheng's pupils to shrink slightly with excitement, he drew a vicious smile, his sharp teeth were exposed at the corners of his mouth, like a demon who stretched his nature after bathing in blood: "That's still Needless to say?"

"—Of course it's the game here."

Armand stood in the bustling crowd like a wooden sculpture, the huge screen glowed white light behind him, and the team led by Bai Liu walked past Armand under the cheers of the audience.

The biggest hero of this game, Mu Sicheng, who had killed the most enemies, walked behind Bai Liu. He walked by Armand's side, and his impetuous strides brought down Armand, who was weak after the clearance.

Mu Sicheng didn't care which embarrassed weak chicken player he knocked down.

Mu Sicheng, who was immersed in a certain emotion, just glanced back condescendingly and glanced back at the player who was hit by him. gone.

Armand, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head in a trance. He saw Bai Liu turned his head in front of him, looked at him from a distance, and then gave him a smile that seemed to pity him.

He saw Bai Liu smiled and said to him, "It's just a game."

——Everything is just a game.

The delirious Armand forgot how he logged out of the game. He stumbled back to his heresy processing bureau's dormitory, and rummaged through the notice that Mu Sicheng had written to him that he still kept. Ripped to shreds and burned in a fire.

Put away the wine Mu Sicheng and him drank together, the heresy he played, and the bullets that he had secretly replaced with empty guns.

Armand was lying on the bed for a long time. He closed his eyes, as if he could smell the blood wafting from the bottom of the bed, he could hear the guy chuckle and call him a fool, and he could see the boundless free starry sky on that wasteland.

But when he opened his eyes, Armand's tan eyes were empty and nothing.

He stood up like a puppet, replaced the empty ammunition in his hand/gun with live ammunition, and contacted Mu Sicheng - he didn't know if Mu Sicheng would come, he could only hope that Mu Sicheng would have this Be patient and play this friend game to the end.

And Armand will accompany him to the end.

Mu Sicheng is here.

So Armand put an end to the game of friends, tearing and gritting his teeth, and for the first time shooting the lying bad guy who also grabbed him by the throat A big hole.

The moment before Mu Sicheng fell to the ground, he looked at Armand with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe Armand did such a thing to him.

After he fell to the ground, Mu Sicheng had a grim face because of the pain. He struggled to change his monkey paws and climbed towards Armand.

Armand thought he was going to attack, and with the last of his strength, he fired another shot at him.

The gun hit the temple, Mu Sicheng grabbed Armand's hand with his monkey paw, and said hoarsely, "—I caught your brother, I'm sorry—"

Mu Sicheng's hand was placed on Armand's hand, as if he wanted to shake it, his scattered eyes looked at Armand, and the bright eyes with a wicked smile were full of gloom.

This guy was obviously shot to death by him, but the last word he said to him was I'm sorry, I caught your brother.

Armand's tears gradually poured out.

He wanted to talk to this dead bad guy, but he couldn't pronounce the syllable of a word. Armand realized that his throat had been severely scratched by Mu Sicheng's monkey claws, and his vocal cords were mostly missing. Well, now he's speechless.

Armand felt that his body was getting colder and his heartbeat was getting slower.

The last thing he saw was a pair of leather shoes walking towards him, and a black whip dragged to the ground.

Armand saw the man get down on one knee, turned the head of Mu Sicheng who was shot to death by him, and held it in his arms softly, and then solemnly closed Mu Sicheng with his gloved hands. Open eyelids.

Armand heard the man possessed, and whispered to Mu Sicheng, who was dead in his arms: "—If this is a game of your choice, then this is your [end]."

"But death is just a long sleep for you. Your soul is my property that will never die. When you wake up, we will meet again."

"Go to sleep."

The tone was light and airy, as if a patient father coaxing a child he wouldn't sleep was telling a beautiful fairy tale about death.

Armand tried his best to raise his head to see who was the one who came to gather the bones for Mu Sicheng.

But no matter how hard Armand tried to open his eyes to see the man's face clearly, his eyelids grew heavier and his breathing became weaker in the strange, coaxing voice of the man.

The moment before Armand closed his eyes completely, he thought that if his brother were here, he would definitely criticize him for attacking him out of his own power, and would ask him to write a three-thousand-word review of him and Mu Si. The illegitimate relationship between the enemy, sincerity, will be handed over by tomorrow...

A tear flashed from the corner of Armand's eyes, his soul fluttering like a butterfly in the wind finally fell into a long sleep called death.

The hurricane inside the wall finally stopped.

The author has something to say: Xiao 4's lifelong enemy has appeared!

Stayed up all night today! Great! No need to write tomorrow!

Bai Liu is a person in power who cannot tolerate betrayal, so he cannot tolerate the spillover of 4. This is the reason why 4 has died the most. Property, as long as there is an overflow, he will still be in a bad mood

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Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 500 bottles of anun321; 256 bottles of Five Mushrooms Cool; 240 bottles of Feng Yuqing; 196 bottles of Rumeng Chrysanthemum Remnants; bottle; before I conquered the realm of the gods, I went around 60 bottles; I saw all the Chang'an flowers in one day. 52 bottles; Bai Yunan, nameless, 36252238, Yueshao Tianheng, twinkle, Zichu, Late Autumn 50 bottles; Jiaojiao Qiluoguang, 28107734, Yuying Lush, li, Leisurely Leisurely, Dog's Diary Around the Island 40 bottles; 37 bottles of Yi; You, Quick, Ask for Gentleness, Xuyu, Iced Watermelon, The Cat That Won’t Cry, 30 bottles of Pull One; 28 bottles of Chigou Brigade Captain; 27 bottles of Gu Yunzhi; 26 bottles of Lingfeng; bsp; 22 bottles ;Stopping mug, lexfarmer, Aze, Baibai 428, Chu Shengxuan, Zongxingmao, Yuqing drunk, Mojiu, Bu Guji, K. A. 20 bottles of Dead Duck, Jiu Jiu Ya; 18 bottles of Wang Paper Ball; 17 bottles of Yinbai Junying; 16 bottles of Wutiaowu Dance; , One day, Lu Feng will come soon, Ning, Li Li, Pei Chenzhi, I will always like my wife, I am a master and not an apprentice, Yan Mo, Luo Yiguo~, g.c, Yan You, Shuangtang Huhu, i, An Ruixue, The Dance of Tinplate, Fengyue in Liangcheng, Su Mo, The Destiny of the Goose is the Strongest, Hechuan Muzi, Yu, Yan Shiyao, Tarim \u0026 6, Salted Fish F, Lu Yi, Guan Juzhou, Qianjue Classmates, please urge me to study, I am afraid of leaning on the small building, L_hasty_, lickove, Lingering Garden, ordinary afternoon, omelet, the hope of the whole village, Feng Lingyu, Ah Xuan, 49214448, Senmo, Xiao Transparent, o Cute Qi o, we, orange and little sun, Qing Mo Mo Mo Mo Mo~, Lucheng glutinous rice balls, urging more in progress, 10 bottles of cat candy; 7 bottles of yo-yo fried rice; troubles of young music, platelets, Jinmuyanjia's Akutagawa, Hufu 6 bottles; Youxia, Mu Qufeiqing, Yuyu, Little Bell, 48944576, Xiaoheji is not bald, no sugar, 34218791, Elseria, 49152320, Withered trees are not in spring, Milky Cocoa Orange , He Chao 5 bottles; 33116995, Bei Li 4 bottles; Mo Ying 3 bottles; Knife, Mengwei Rest, Minyuan, In addition to Yingying on Wenwen, Shaohua, Zhu Mingqi, quiet, 46537839, Millennium Rain Break, Staying ちゃん. , you, empty empty empty empty ears. , Jiang Lu, Pan, Wei Wei, Wangyou 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!