Vol 7 Chapter 1: Traverse

"Hey, are you still alive!"
An urgent shout of a male voice almost burst into Fang Lang's ears. Fang Lang's first reaction was to slap up the noise that disturbed his sleep.
He did plan to do so, but a sharp pain gathered from his limbs into his brain, and the whole brain was pricked. The pain stopped Fang Lang's thoughts, and the painful numbness also came, so that he could not move.
It feels so strange and very familiar.
Is he dreaming?
Is he still alive?
"Wake up soon!"
As soon as the voice fell, Fang Lang's shoulder was shaken.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough!"
This action completely woke him up, the blockage in his throat was shaken and he couldn't help but choke.
Then he coughed out, his mouth full of blood.
This is not an illusion.
When he opened his eyes, Fang Lang stared in surprise at the pool of blood on the ground. Is this... his? He coughed up? !
An invisible fire rose in Fang Lang's heart.
Fang Lang fell silent in an instant.
"Great! You're awake! But you have to leave quickly, can you leave? People from the Thousand Hands Clan will come here soon, and we must leave here immediately."
A black-haired boy who seemed to be the most teenagers held me on the shoulder and crackled and said a lot of things, which turned out to be in Japanese. Although Fang Lang could understand what he was talking about, the content was incredible.
Thousands of hands? go away?
He felt very wrong, Fang Lang tried to ignore the strong smell in his mouth and asked, "Who are you...?"
"I'm Ahong, are you really okay? You are seriously injured... Are you okay?"
The young man in front of him looked at him with a little surprise. While talking to himself, he felt vigilantly around. This action was so familiar, Fang Lang almost thought he was his brothers who had lived and died together. This kind of personal experience can make this kind of vigilance like a conditioned reflex.
"Oh...Ahong, um, it's okay, I can hold it, but I can't remember what I just did." He stared at his eyes secretly, and dealt with it with ambiguous words.
Hearing Fang Lang's answer, Ahong was obviously relieved, but his brow was still wrung with a worried look. It seems that he is someone who knows him, so let go for the time being.
Fang Lang still had more important things to be determined, and he gradually remembered it.
"I just want to be stronger and stronger. I'm not wrong. You can't tolerate a stronger existence. Don't talk nonsense and get started."
Fang Lang stared at the group of people in front of him calmly. They were clearly prepared.
Later, when he was calculated by the insidious villain, it was because he was not strong enough, that's why Fang Lang was hit by the key without notice.
"Haha, I don't regret it. The reason why I got to this point is just because I am not strong enough, the weak are strong enough, and the fittest survive. After all, the world is not strong enough and it is over." Feeling the gradual dissipation of body power, consciousness is also Constantly disconnected, Fang Lang still thought firmly.
Then, when Fang Lang came back to his senses, he appeared in this world.
That's right, he came alive again.
A small butterfly wing can also stir up huge waves in the world.
Countless worlds, but only the strong are constant.
Thinking of this, Fang Lang put aside all the previous things.
He looked up at this place now.
They were found hiding in a thick grass that was thick enough to cover themselves, because it was too long, and when I looked up I saw a dense canopy that was almost as dense as a forest park. The heavy shade cast down, it seemed that the light was getting worse. clear.
Fang Lang stretched out his hand and looked at his palm, completely unlike his own. One hand was almost as pale as a patient, and the other hand and leg were tied with emergency bandages.
It seems that the age is also the same, not much different from the opponent.
Not only the hands, but almost all parts of the body were soaked with blood, the bones and muscles of the whole body were screaming with pain, and it was impossible to tell where the wound was and where it was not.
Fang Lang was an orphan. He had escaped since he was a child. He was fighting for his survival, and being beaten and beaten was just commonplace. If you want to live, you will be beaten. If you don't want to die, you will fight back. This idea has completely melted into his bones.
The harder you fight, the longer you will live. So he made a way of life along the way. After experiencing those days, he has grown up and gradually had a group of brothers who lived and died, and life gradually improved.
But Fang Lang still remembered that sentence, only brutality and experience would protect himself. Life comes from gambling, and it is easy to die with ease.
The scene calculated in the previous life still reappeared in his mind, but this time, it was different. Heh, thinking of this, Fang Lang couldn't help but sneer, this time no one could make him succumb! Strong! He will only be stronger!
Fang Lang calmly comforted Hong when he recovered. This pain was nothing more than the pain he had suffered.
Fang Lang grabbed Ahong and said in a solemn and solemn tone: "Ahong, give me a brief and concise explanation of the current situation, so that we have a chance to fight back."
Ahong, who was grabbed by him, froze for a while, as if surprised at why he was so calm in a short period of time, he was aroused by his accustomed command tone and subconsciously answered the question: "We are now in the Kunachan forest. It was originally my bet with the group of people from the Zong family, but I was overwhelmed with anger and insisted on stealing Qianshou’s secret letter. You were worried that I would also follow along. I didn’t expect them to be shameless and conceal the strength of the enemy. I just intend to let us die. If I hadn't brought more detonating charms in advance, otherwise I would cause you to die, and I would be guilty for the rest of my life!"
After listening to Fang Lang, he couldn't help but frown. This was a conspiracy, but a trick to kill people who were not pleasing to his eyes through the hands of others. Thinking of this, Fang Lang glanced at the opposite Hong. His boxer was tightly gripped, and it seemed that he was really nervous. His eyes looked at him with fear and anger that could not be ignored.
Ahong should care about the original body very much, maybe a very good brother. Don't worry, if you are brothers, you will have blessings and hardships.
Fang Lang stretched out his hand and patted Paihong on the shoulder, calming him and said, "Don't worry, I know what to do."
Fang Lang asked Hong to take out all the weapons. A Hong was used to his tone and didn't mind how much he didn't remember. He was very obedient and explained all the uses to Fang Lang, but he listened well. The waves jumped violently.
Fang Lang picked up the kunai and the shuriken and looked at it. This kind of thing is undoubtedly the kind of special killer of Little Japan, the usual weapon of ninjas, but has it passed through to the shogunate era? However, the surname of Senju seems a bit familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.
Some pictures flashed in Fang Lang's mind, so fast that he couldn't react for a while, he said, "Thousands of hands... Uchiha? Are we Uchiha's?"
Hiroshi nodded when he heard this word, as if affirming Fang Lang's thoughts: "Yes, Uchiha is our proud identity."
Immediately Fang Lang was relieved again, and there was nothing to travel through, isn't it just a world setting.
There is nothing unacceptable, as long as it becomes stronger, nothing can stop it. ..
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