Realizing that this violent scimitar was about to penetrate his heart, the man in black resignedly closed his eyes and stopped making any struggle.
There was no severe pain as he had imagined. The man in black felt a lightness on his body. He raised half of his body and strangely opened his only left eye. At this time, he saw a scene that he would never forget in this life.
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Feng Tiechi's naked body was covered with bruises. His feet left the ground and floated motionless in mid-air. His right hand tightly grasped the scimitar pointed at the tip of his nose, or in other words, Feng Tie grabbed the scimitar.
Use the machete you want to kill yourself with.
Feng Tie's fingertips holding the knife had been burned by the pale blue flames on the handle, exposing the bones. His head and the rest of his limbs hung softly, seemingly unconscious. His body was like a red-hot iron.
He still had the same burning breath, but his skin was sickly pale.
Er, Fengtie started to move.
His movements were extremely stiff, as if there was a marionette behind him commanded by an operator. Feng Tie began to swing his long hair wildly, and his feet played a neat rhythm in mid-air. His left hand leaned forward, and his right hand seemed to be stirring something.
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The scimitar from hell no longer desperately dived forward. It began to become docile. It screamed happily and transformed into a weird six-stringed harp in the shape of lightning. It lay obediently in Feng Tie's hands and allowed it to be plucked and ravaged wildly.
Feng Tie's body movements became more and more crazy, and blood kept spurting out from his wounds, but Feng Tie played vigorously as if he couldn't feel any pain.
In Feng Tie's hands, the six-stringed harp sings a mixture of sharpness, death, bleakness, sadness, and painful loneliness. All kinds of strange emotions are mixed in the weird metal verses, turning into a light blue that can be seen and touched.
Notes. These notes danced in the air for a while, and then one by one they penetrated into Feng Tie's still bleeding wound.
As if it was a miracle of God's mercy, Feng Tie's wounds began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin was as smooth and flat as if he had never been injured.
Soon, Feng Tie had finished playing a whole piece of Van Halen, and his physical injuries were almost healed.
His body slowly lay down on the ground under the protection of the six-stringed piano. The six-stringed piano also returned to the shape of a scimitar. The scimitar fell to the ground with a clang and bounced up and down a few times. The blue light on the blade gradually faded away, leaving it exposed and bleeding.
Red blade.
"My great God of Diviners, what on earth are these!" The man in black obviously couldn't accept the situation happening in front of him. When the vision ended, his tense nerves relaxed and he fell straight backwards and fainted on the ground.
"Master, Master, please wake up, you can't leave me. If you die, how can your loyal servant have the nerve to continue living in this cold world! Wuwuwuwu..."
Feng Tie dreamed that he won the grand prize for a ten-day trip to Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand while drinking Jiaduobao, and was now lying on the deck of a luxury cruise ship basking in the sun. A dozen beautiful ladyboys from the Yellow Robe Buddha Kingdom surrounded him and waited on him attentively.
Some massaged his bones, some read him international news, some carefully applied sunscreen to him, and some fed him sweet coconut juice mouth-to-mouth.
Wait, feed me mouth to mouth, holy shit, that’s a shemale, yuck!
Feng Tie woke up disgusted by the sweet dream he had.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Feng Tie saw many faces covered with dust and dried blood. The soldiers who survived the fierce battle cheered with joy when they saw their general waking up safely.
"Xiong Da! It's you Xiong Da, are you not dead?" Feng Tie looked at the crying servant who was nearest to him with surprise on his face.
"I'm not dead, young master. I was knocked against a rock by the aftermath of the fireball explosion and fainted. When I woke up, I saw that you had been carried to me by these soldiers."
"Didn't you push me away when the big fireball flew towards me? I thought I would never see you again, Xiong Da! Wuwuwuwu..." Feng Tie shed tears emotionally, "
How did you escape this disaster?"
"Reply to the young master!" Xiong Da rubbed his hands in embarrassment, narrowed his eyes and laughed: "The situation was really urgent. When the big fireball was only 0.01 centimeters away from you, young master, I was quick to think and picked it up.
The iron pot that you put on your head and then fell to the ground was so hard that you flew away. Then I used the iron pot to protect my vital parts, such as my head, chest and crotch..."
"Shut up, you beast!" Feng Tie was so angry that he said, "I fought a master of Dongfang Invincible's level for three hundred rounds because of you and almost lost my life, but you passed out leisurely there.
Take a rest, hehe, I have now solemnly decided to cancel your monthly payment and all rewards for the next three years, please kneel down and rest in peace!"
Xiong Da grimaced and quickly withdrew from the crowd to avoid even more brutal retaliation.
Feng Tie suddenly remembered something and asked eagerly to the two soldiers who helped him up: "Where is Luofu? Where is General Luofu? He is with me."
The two soldiers looked outside the crowd silently.
Feng Tie separated from the crowd and limped over, and saw a charred body. All the arms and legs were gone, leaving only the blackened torso.
"General Luofu, my dear comrade-in-arms!" Feng Tie threw himself next to the body and howled loudly, "I think back then when we were warm in the golden sands and the clouds and the cliffs were warm when we crossed the Chishui River in the fourth place, the iron cables were cold, and those paper tiger-like reactionaries launched aircraft and cannons
The tanks didn't hurt you at all, so why did you capsize in the ditch and die under the muzzle of a bird rifle used to hunt wild ducks?"
In addition to what Feng Tie said left the soldiers scratching their heads, Feng Tie's sincerity deeply moved everyone present. Everyone looked at Feng Tie, who was performing so well, with a strange expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
"Send off comrades, embark on the journey, silently shedding tears, the camel bell ringing in the ears-" Feng Tie sang a few lines and then sobbed, wiped his tears and whispered to himself with a smile: "Hehe
, after you die, everyone will have to listen to me, and I will have to live my life as a commander this time!"
"Baron Fengtie." A weak, familiar voice came from behind, "Why are you crying and singing while holding that burned tree trunk? Have you gone crazy?"
Feng Tie looked back and opened his mouth wide enough to fit two eggs in. He saw Luofu being carried on a stretcher by two strong soldiers.
"General Luofu, are you alive?"
Feng Tie threw herself lightly into Luofu's arms and sobbed, just like a little girl who had been molested and finally saw the police uncle, and continued to perform, "Send off comrades, set off on the journey, silently shedding tears,
In my ears..."
"Okay, okay, stop crying like a wolf. Why, do you really want me to die?" Luofu looked at Feng Tie with a half-smile. His right leg was completely missing from the knee down, and the thick gauze wrapped it was not there.
There was no blood oozing out.
"Okay, don't worry about my injury, it's just a minor trouble." General Luofu smiled bitterly, interrupting Feng Tie's probing gaze, "We found some interesting things while cleaning the battlefield, Your Excellency, Baron, let's come and take a look!
"
Feng Tie and Luo Fu were sitting on a large cleared stone in the woods. The guards dragged two men with chains all over their bodies like they were dragging dead dogs.
One of the prisoners was a burly warrior two meters away. His bald head was bright and covered with scars. His thick curly red beard covered his upper lip, and his lower lip revealed a shining gold lip nail.
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"I know you are Figaro of the Blood Cross Mercenary Group." Luofu said slowly, "I met you once when the Brilliant Knight took the oath, and I know that you are not someone ordinary people can afford."
Figaro raised his head and his eyes were as big as copper bells: "As long as you know me, then you must also know that it is impossible to get any information about the employer from me. I don't want to accept the punishment of the team for leaking secrets. In comparison,
I think it would be much more comfortable to die in the hands of you soldiers."
Luofu nodded: "I don't want to know anything from you, I just want to use you as a prop."
After saying that, Luofu's eyes showed a fierce look: "Here comes someone, chop off his head for me."
Two soldiers held down Figaro, who was struggling, one on the left and the other on the right. A soldier whose arms were thicker than Feng Tie's waist swung a battle ax and slashed at Figaro's neck.
Blood splattered everywhere, and Feng Tie was so frightened by the bloody scene that he almost fell off the stone.
Feng Tie was a little dissatisfied with Luofu's warlord style: "You can kill people without even saying hello. What if you scare me into having nightmares at night? What if you scare my second brother to the point of no matter the time or place?"
What to do if you spit indiscriminately, let me tell you..."
Luofu stopped Feng Tie's chatter with his sharp eyes. Luofu whispered: "Silence, the other prisoner is a lone adventurer. By scaring him like this, we may be able to extract a lot of useful information for us."
Feng Tie covered his crotch with both hands, rolled his eyes, and shrank to the side, silent.
The effect of the strategy of killing chickens to scare monkeys was obviously obvious. Another short prisoner tied on the ground was so frightened that his body was shaking violently. He knocked his head on the ground and made a loud bang, making inarticulate sounds in his mouth.
The syllables implored Luofu to spare his life. Luofu motioned to the soldiers to untie him and let him kneel closer to speak.
The short prisoner's face was smeared with tears and snot. He knelt down closer to the stone where the two rested and begged for a chance to live: "Hero, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have offended two people because I was greedy for money.
With the power of an adult, two adults want to know what the villain must know and talk about, and talk endlessly..."
Seeing that the prisoner was so frightened that he could not speak coherently, Luofu shouted impatiently: "Don't just talk nonsense, just answer a question and raise your head."
The prisoner in tattered clothes raised his head and looked at Luofu and Feng Tie with horrified eyes. Feng Tie suddenly jumped up from the stone without warning and rushed towards the poor prisoner like a whirlwind, punching and kicking him.
"Who do I think I am? It turns out to be you, the bastard who has killed a thousand swords!"
Feng Tie cursed loudly, and once again hit the prisoner's bloody left eye socket with his righteous fist, "Set me with a black gun and stab me with a black knife. I have been a lot of evil people in my life, but I didn't expect that I almost fell into this dirty and dirty trap like yours."
In the smelly creek."
Feng Tie was so tired that he was panting. He sat down on the stone and watched the poor prisoner rolling on the ground and wailing: "Tell me, where did the gun in your hand come from?"
Author's note:
The results are gradually improving. I hope everyone will give Hummer more motivation and introduce friends to come and support me, brothers!