"Are you who want heroes ... are you all like this?" He took a small red rope and tied a small bottle on a pigeon leg.

The pigeons were looking around, and the red eyes were staring out. Although it was white, it was obvious that it didn't look as clean as.

Especially now, in the bottle on its leg, with the "blood of the devil" symbolizing "destruction", which is the so -called magic.

Cafte was lying on the ground, blood and tears were hazy, blurred with sight and sinking eyes, and could only let Kafte see the appearance of "he".

That arm -a right arm, still stubborn blood on the ground. And Kavter's right shoulder flows sticky blood.

He could no longer mobilize his ability to be named [Steel Ghost], and he could only watch the figure go far -that is, Ansuzas -one of the seven chiefs of Hatulin who broke his hand.

"That's the kind of ... uh ... how do you say ..."

"He" watched Kafte's sigh of pain, the dull breathing sound was uncomfortable, lost one hand, it was five words, simple, not two seconds, but after losing one hand, after losing one hand

, Is the subversion of the whole life.

From the arrogance of heaven to the disabled, it may take a lifetime time.

"That's the amount ... Heroes ... hahaha ... Sorry, I really can't think of any good words ... I have no intention of ridicule you."

The anger is surging, just like the flying python opens with the blood basin, bite in the bottle.

"All right……"

He sighed sadly: "I'm ridiculed you. You shouldn't really be a hero ... or if you know Ansuzaus ... you should know that you are not her opponent, how can you stop you from

What about her ... "

He told Kafte to Kafte, and he would not ask Kafte, who had already been dying, answered. In fact, he felt that Kafte would be too pitiful to die.

The tragic sound of the disabled.

When human beings invented the word disabled, they are destined to be true disabled people will not get equality. At least when all people like to make a pain to make a joke, or even abuse others, this kind of insult will never never.

Change -after all, this insult has lasted too long and too long -in ancient times, only those of the criminal law would be cut off a certain organs on the body -this is likely to be because it is extremely strong ...

Insulting ...

At least, cutting alone, cutting the ear -cut nose ... it will affect a person's life, and even life cannot take care of themselves.

I believe that people with disabilities should not be ridiculed, but I can only guarantee that I, that's all. The world will not really change too much, at least never disappeared in scolding.

"You can ... so pitiful ..." He laughed again, patted the pigeon's head, the pigeon was dumb, and his red eyes rose out, abruptly, like pustules that were about to erupt.

He stood up and let go, and the pigeon flew to the sunset at dusk with that bottle of magic.

No one knows where it will go ...

At least he thinks so.

"I used to throw it myself ..." He squatted down and moved his feet. The black magic robe could only be dragged to the ground. He looked at Kafte's wound, and couldn't bear to look straight: "

But that's missing freshness, and soon I was tired ... As long as I am, there will be a gift of the blood of the demon ... It's boring ... "

He knew that Kafte was listening and listened clearly.

"I have tried, pigs, dogs, mice, tried some other fierce beasts ... But to be honest, the effect is too bad ... Sometimes I don’t know if the bottle on them will be fried.

Put more boring than me. "

He touched his nose.

Take a breath.

"Then I turned the goal into a bird ... how big the birds would be blown out, but ... then, for me, I still lack a lot of fun. For example, I don’t know where they will explode, or

Yes ... I can really be infected with people ... so I think about it, I think of ... pigeons, pigeons will go back to the nest ... I will intercept others' pigeons, or ... just put it on a pigeon,

Just like now ... it will definitely return to its master's side ... Send a wonderful surprise to its owner ~ When you think of those people when those people feed the pigeons, open the bottle of magic -like face, my fun

Can be over several times ... "

He haha ​​-haha -haha -laughed.

It's like a cough.

"Well, it's not so fun ... it's ... it's boring ... No one can find me ... I have no place to live ... and then the goal is random, and they don't know how to be infected ...

I can't find me ... I don't need to hide and hide ... sometimes ... I really envy them ... "

"Oh ... I mean, my other friends in Hatuylin ... I can't say friends ... Anyway, I like their escape from life ... I don’t know if you are not good at doing things, or the decent person is too hypocritical.

Individuals will encounter obstacles ... internal obstacles ... are really powerful. "

He said with a brain, at this time it seemed to be a word.

"I tell you this, I hope you can take your Flying Eagle team to catch us ... so let us eat a meal ... We have been dining and sleeping, but it's really sad ... I haven't eaten it once.

meal."

Although he may be true, and there is no false words, Kafte, who is still soberly with his hand, has been gritting his teeth.

Kafte also wanted to refute him, but there was no need. Now after he said a lot of words, Kavter also heard his argument and began to hum his teeth: "Your purpose is

What……"

Cave's mouth bleeds, his face was on the ground, and he felt the terrible aura of "he".

Although "he" looks very weak, it is just a black robe covering his body, and he can't see any special look.

Although he said that he was envious of others' fleeing life, he covered it very seriously and covered any details that could be revealed to his identity.

So he spoke at most the most authentic ridicule.

This taunt is not what ordinary people can say, because even if the sentence is true, it will make people feel that what he said is not real.

"Destroy the world ... what else can it be? Do we love the world for the person?" He laughed very lightly: "That's what you decent people will do ... we only need to need

Just kill and kill ... "

He was like a magic. He took out a pigeon from the black robe, and then explored his body. He casually took a bottle of "the blood of the demon", holding the beak of the pigeon, and opened the beak of the pigeon.

Soon that the small bottle was stunned into the belly of the pigeon.

He stood up.

Throw it up and throw the pigeon out of the pigeon.

"Fly ... fly ... Give this world ..."

"Take the nightmare ..."

That pigeon is the real pigeon, no longer has the explosive eyes, but with a light luster, Wen Ti County has a panoramic view.

A layer of waves flashed.

"Kafte ... Haven't you come back yet ..." Long Xugong glanced at the soldiers next to him. Now there is no other captain around him, only officials conveyed information.

"No ... Gong ..."

The transmission officer shook his head, and he looked at the anxious face of Long Xuanggong, and poured some helplessly.

"Don't let any person in Wenti County ..."

Dragon Suban looked at Kafte's direction, but he couldn't see everything he wanted to see.

A pigeon flew over that direction.

"What is that?"

"Report! A pigeon!"

"Pigeon? Is it a pigeon?"

"There is a bottle on the legs of the pigeon ..."

There was a conversation officer who replied to let Long Xu Gong's brows locked.

"What bottle!"

Dragon Sudong screamed fiercely: "Will it be a letter from Kafte?!"

"No ... too clear ..."

The conversation officer squinted at a high place, squinting, and saw the small bottle of black blood flowing.

"What is not clear?! Yes! No!"

Dragon Suban hammented at the table angrily.

You can't guarantee that anyone under your men has a clever brain, especially when the identity is very disparate, even if the things they want to report will be considered as simple as it is too simple, and will be considered to be told to the superior.

This is the so -called superior trap.

Dragon Sub -Gong shouted loudly: "Describe me clearly!"

"Black, like blood ... not believe, a small bottle ... should be blood ..."

The transmission officer glanced at the peers who had been scared next to him and swallowed saliva. I really didn't know how to describe the blood of the bottle of background.

However, that is simply a single bottle of black blood, shaking one by one on the feet of the pigeon, like a waves, a small surge.

"Also!"
To be continued...