He Yu patted the dust on his palms, his lake blue eyes locked on Jing He whose coat was covered with dried blood, and a smile gradually filled the corners of his eyes, "Oh, you made a decision that goes against your principles? Are you going to join the gang?" <
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The boy's skin is so white that it's almost transparent, and the cyan blood vessels are particularly obvious above his temples.
It's a bit morbid.
Yun Tuan huddled in the corner and looked at He Yu carefully - why didn't she find out about He Yu's problems other than mental illness...
But I haven’t had the chance to observe a pervert carefully before.
Yun Tuan sniffed, a little surprised.
He Yu doesn't smell like blood. Is this man's killing skills perfect? Even if he kills, there won't be any trace of blood on him?
"No, this is a medal." Jing He glanced at the jackal that shrank into a fat ball and said seriously.
"Hey, as usual, you should be from the blue team, right?"
He Yu yawned, with a layer of physiological tears in his eyes.
"It's all confirmed, what else can I ask?" Jing Yu looked over indifferently, his eyes were deep and as indifferent as a layer of snow on the branches of pine trees in winter.
"Strange, you are all here, where is she?"
He Yu didn't pay attention to Jing Yu's attitude, and he didn't intend to talk in detail, but when he looked around, there was not even a shadow in the clouds except a strange young man.
"She's dead..." Jinghe's emotions dropped instantly, and his eyes were dyed red.
I am so sad that I cannot speak.
Yun Tuan twitched his ears, secretly feeling that this should be the best scene in Jing He's life.
"What?" He Yu frowned, his lake-blue eyes clear and translucent in the bright sunshine.
He doesn't look like a murderous maniac at all.
Jinghe just lowered his head and twisted the corners of his clothes.
As soon as the blood dried, a hard lump formed on the clothes, and the large area of splattered blood almost made his entire coat hard.
Even with the props, Yun Tuan was indeed dead last night.
Jing He still remembers the helpless grief.
Jing Yu pressed his eyebrows. The long-term lack of energy and excessive thinking made people feel haggard.
He Yu looked at the two opponents who were rarely silent. The credibility of "Yun Tuan is dead" seemed to have increased. He kicked a piece of gravel away from him a little irritably.
This feeling is like a bird that accidentally stepped into an encirclement and was about to fall into a trap, suddenly dying and rotting.
The early arrangements and patient waiting suddenly became ineffective and even a bit ridiculous.
He Yu suddenly lost interest, but he was silent for a few seconds and then smiled again, "Do you want to dismantle Anubis?"
"Ah?" Jing He was halfway through his emotions when he suddenly raised his head in surprise, "What's so easy about this?"
He Yu raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you curious about how its head and body are connected?"
Jing He sneezed, his eyes full of contempt - who in the right mind would be curious about this?
"Forget it, we have different paths and we don't want to work together." He Yu jumped behind the rows of AK-47s and knocked Dylan unconscious with a knife. Just as he was about to crush the opponent's throat, he was hit by one from Jing Yu.
Stones stop.
"Hey, what are you leaving him for? If the three of us stay, we can win." He Yu shook his head and aimed at Anubis, who was weighing the heart of the deceased.
The front sight seems to be blocked by a layer of green fog, making it difficult to aim.
He Yu looked at the bottom of the city wall in confusion. To the naked eye, Anubis's jackal head was flat and slender, and his eyes were red. There was nothing unusual about it.
He Yu tried to aim again, but it was still like a thick fog. He simply aimed in the direction of Anubis and fired a combo.
The empty bullet casings fell on the old stone tile floor, making a constant crisp sound.