: Fanwai The Assassin's Rhapsody of Juvenile Deer (3)

　　 Lu Zhengkang raised the sword in his hand and waved wildly, pushing the man beside him away.
　　 "I'm a rookie." The man in the robe smiled, and the smelly wind from the garbage dump lifted a corner of the robe, revealing a pair of hairy legs.
　　 Skerry said: "He is not a rookie! He is... well, if he wants to, you are dead now!"
　　 The hairy man raised his eyebrows and hit Lu Zhengkang's forehead with a punch. The metal hit his skull, buzzing and shaking.
　　 Lu Zhengkang felt that the sky was spinning for a moment, and the world had become pure white.
　　 Forest White, Bone White, Silver White, Cloud White, Pearl White, Metal White, Porcelain White... Layers, strands and strands, floating alternately, seem to fall into a long white river without beginning and end.
　　 In the white, all the other colors are blurred and melted, and Lu Zhengkang feels his coat, black hair, yellow skin, muscles, and blood are all a little bit faded.
This pure white world itself is the greatest malice. It not only erodes the body, but also stagnates all thoughts. The line of sight will always stay on the white waves. In the cracks of the waves, colorful memories emerge, distorted like illusions and light like Qingmeng.
　　 Lu Zhengkang must flee here before being immersed.
　　……
　　 In reality, Skyrie saw that the shaggy man hit his friend Hales' head with a punch, and suddenly became angry, stretched his arms, and the Hidden Blade came out!
　　 "Drink!" He slashed with his left hand, blocked by a vertical palm, and shot sparks.
　　'S right hand pierced lightly from under his ribs, like a spring swallow flying against water. It ran across the air without ripples, and in front of the opponent's abdomen, a little cold star showed its hidden fangs.
　　 The sturdy body of the hairy-legged man receded gently, and the slippers brought a small wind, like a flexible bullfrog.
　　Skerry chased after him, crossed his hands, with the blade hidden between his palms, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, and the crossed palms were shaped like scissors, reaching the throat of the shaggy man.
　　 An iron palm stands in front of the knife edge, which is higher and unattainable than the Wanren city wall.
　　 Skerritti bumped his knee, and the other hand slashed on his knee, making a crisp sound of broken bones.
　　 "Ah-!" Skyley fell to the ground.
　　 The hairy man raised his right foot, as if he was about to end him.
　　 In the next instant, he stepped back, and the original stone brick burst.
　　 "When--" The sound of a long popping, like a bell ringing in the empty valley, came from a distance, reverberating slightly in the alley, like the shaking of curtains.
　　 Hairy-legged man looked at the tall buildings in the distance, the top of the icy city buildings, in the hunting wind, a black-robed assassin with a sniper rifle showed a bright smile.
　　 "Listen, the sound of iron and fire!"
　　 The bullet is loaded.
　　 In the sight, the shaggy man showed a stern smile and raised his index finger to him.
　　 A sense of crisis raged, the black robe assassin abandoned his gun and jumped out of the fence.
　　The leap of faith!
　　 He rolled in midair, and saw that his sniper spot was completely destroyed.
　　 A missile hit the top floor.
　　 The flame exploded, the shock wave swelled and ripples, and the fragments of the building splashed like arrows.
　　 "Really cruel!" He pointed his to the top floor.
　　 The building was bombed, and the onlookers on the street booed disappointedly.
　　 A certain mecha man gnawed ice cream to the orc next to him and mumbled: "It must be from the Temple Company again! It's so arrogant!"
　　 Everyone agrees.
　　 "These people are amazing!"
　　 "Why are you so unethical? Brother, it's hard for us to do it like this."
　　 "I want to find a way to my mother!"
The black-robed assassin jumped out of the trash can, dusted the bag on his body, skimmed off half of the banana peel on his hood, and was about to catch his breath, suddenly fell to the ground and rolled, a blazing laser beam dissolving out of the ground , The liquid crystal material vaporized instantly, and even destroyed the glare night lights around it.
　　 The people around me complained and looked up.
　　 In mid-air, a young man in a white robe stood leisurely on a gray manta ray aircraft, holding a long laser gun in his hand, and aimed at the black robe assassin.
　　 Under the hood, the assassin showed a big smile.
　　 "Interesting!"
　　……
　　 In a pure white world, Lu Zhengkang's skeleton is exposed, his internal organs are dissolving little by little, his eyeballs are long gone, and a layer of silvery white fluff has grown on the surface of his brain, and from his eyeholes, water plants that drift along with the waves emerge.
　　 He has no senses anymore, but his consciousness is extremely clear.
　　 The frantic illusion is like a deep sea maze, light and shadow are intertwined and messy, shaking slightly, and the colors are distorted into faces, torn and broken, with mysterious expressions.
　　 Lu Zhengkang felt a strong sense of weightlessness. In the chaotic psychedelic ocean current, there was a deep figure walking alone.
　　 When he appeared, all the chaotic conjectures stopped.
　　 There is only the back figure, moving, the outline is like water waves, the figure is blurred, but the whole frame is full of details.
　　 The texture of the clothes, the reflection of the weapon, the pages of the flipped book, the text travels like ants, and the roots grow like a net.
　　 These details don't help Lu Zhengkang understand the existence of the back, but make him more confused and more painful.
　　 He cried silently.
　　 The back figure turned his head slightly and raised the corner of his mouth.
　　 The illusion collapsed, and Lu Zhengkang's consciousness returned to the pure white world.
　　 The melted body returned to its original shape, and in this terrifying world, Lu Zhengkang looked at it carefully with reconstructed eyeballs, and there was a touch of irreducible blue light here.
　　 Like a luminous leaf suspended in a sea of ​​clouds.
　　 Lu Zhengkang felt that this was the key to leaving.
　　 He swings his limbs and swims past, touching his fingertips to the azure blue light, the world is shattered!
　　 A free-spirited swordsman stands on the top of the mountain~EbookFREE.me~The breeze blew his long hair like thick clouds.
　　 "If it is kindness, no matter the glory, life or death, you can throw it away!"
　　 "Hold my sword--"
　　 "Fun Jiang!"
When 　　 comes out, the clouds are in waves!
　　……
　　 Groups of soldiers surrounded the alley. They were wearing medieval armor and holding rifles, as weird as a totem of resurrection.
　　 It rains down from the sky.
　　Skerry broke his limbs, lying on the ground and talking nonsense.
　　 "Master Assassin said that there are really many things that should be cherished. I also believed in him until he was driven out of the house by his wife."
"I think there are many beautiful things that people should enjoy while alive. This is the truth that my big sister downstairs told me. She always leaves early and returns late. Whenever I am about to fall asleep, I can hear her high heels. sound."
　　 "The seller of mattresses in front of the building said that it is not the alarm clock that restricts your dreams, but poverty."
　　 A soldier walked behind the Hairy Man, and a muffled electronic synthesis sound came from under the helmet, "Mr. Incinerator, the sniper is escaping, and Master Guillotine has gone after him."
　　 The hairy man with the nickname of the incinerator casually said, "This person is handed over to you, and you will deal with the corpse yourself."
　　 "No problem, the Garden of Eden will record your credit." The electronically synthesized sound has an unsettling tone, like some kind of ghost chatter in the age of technology.
　　 The shaggy man frowned, "I'm leaving now."
　　 Skerry on the ground smiled weirdly, "Who said you can go?"
　　 "I want to go, can you stop me?"
　　 "He can't, but I can."
　　 The incinerator suddenly turned around, and a blue light fell like a river into the deep valley, engulfing sight!