Chapter 111: If you want to be a devil, be a brat first
The forward center fielder who was not even as good as a wild dog back then had no name originally, just "hey" or "hi". It was because after joining the wild center fielder, he used these three words in reverse, turning himself into a wild center fielder.
It has to have a name and a surname.
It is true that no one had any objections to the name "forward" and "center", because he became a legend as a wild center as soon as he arrived. He survived seven battles and deservedly became the uncrowned king of this field center.
But the front center fielder who just wanted to survive, how could he have thought that he changed the tradition and did not advance in three games? It was not that he was forgotten by the people of Longjiao City, but the generals behind him regarded his life and death as the most important thing.
Just a bet!
Those brothers who lived together through life and death were all complaining that Feng Zhongye was not promoted. He even named himself after it as if he was mocking himself. But as long as he had food and drink, Feng Zhongye was willing to continue playing like this. But he had no complaints.
He resisted, but still couldn't keep the job he had earned with his blood and sweat; those generals who were red-eyed after losing five or six games in a row finally couldn't bear it anymore and took action.
Feng Zhongye, who had been tempered on the battlefield and seemed to be invincible, did not die under the Savage Iron Cavalry, but after the eighth battle, the trust and body of his superior, whom he relied on as his backer, were easily broken from behind.
.A few people brutally strangled the humble life of this wild center forward just for a few taels of lost gambling money.
When Feng Zhongye was repeatedly stabbed into his vitals by three knives, he knew that he was really dead this time, because he could feel the blood, strength and energy all over his body.
All was leaked. So when Feng Nakano opened his eyes again, he thought he had arrived in hell and was already in Hades, because it was too damn cold here.
This deep black, this gray white, this bone-chilling coldness, what kind of world is this if not hell? But when Feng Zhongye regained his sight, what he saw was the bright stars in the sky, and a lamp that had just been lit.
huge ice lantern.
"Do you know where this is?" The lamplighter turned around and asked.
"——Ah..." Feng Zhongno opened his mouth, but the wind and snow blocked his words.
"This is the top of the Fire Dragon Eye Snow Mountain. Look at the line of light stretching thousands of miles in the distance. Can you guess what it is?" The lamplighter strolled around, chatting and laughing.
"Chang——City——!" Feng Zhongye gritted his teeth and could barely speak.
Fire Dragon Eye Snow Mountain is a sacred mountain revered by all the countries below it. It is named because of the occasional fire on the top of the mountain. It is also known as the "eye of the sky overlooking".
The frontman and jungler will never forget it. It was New Year's Eve in Year Yiwei, the deep sky was dark and the starry sea was vast. It was at that time that he signed a contract of betrayal with the devil.
The lamplighter was wearing thin clothes, and his white clothes were looming in the wind and snow, and the lights in the ice sculpture had just been lit. The cold wind drove the ice shavings past, and the firelight swayed in the wind of swords, blooming powerfully and wantonly.
The stranger in white turned his back to the light and said lightly: "Feng Zhongye, if I can let you survive, what price are you willing to pay?"
In the shadow of the backlight, Feng Zhongye leaned in an ice niche. The moment the lights were lit, he came back to his senses. After listening to the lamplighter's question, Feng Zhongye blurted out: "Any price! I am willing to pay anything."
cost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a light suddenly filled up behind the person who lit the lamp. The person smiled softly in the firelight as bright as day and said: "Okay then, I will take you to heaven right now."
After the lamplighter finished speaking, snow and mist suddenly covered the ground, covering a bird's claw, or dragon's claw, that was so huge that it fell from the sky. It grabbed Feng Zhongye and carried him into the dark night sky.
When he woke up again, Feng Zhongye found that he was wearing nothing, lying on a golden chair in a splendid palace in another world. There were five masked men in white standing in front of him, with different heights, fatness and thickness.
A female voice in white clothes at the end said in poor Dongzhou dialect: "Feng Zhongye, you have one year to prove that you are worthy of living; but within this year, you don't have to ask anything, just
Just follow the instructions.”
Feng Zhongye subconsciously answered the question in his own native language: "Are you gods?"
The five of them all laughed. Although they laughed in different ways, some made a sound and some didn't make a sound, some had a smile and some didn't, some had it on their faces and some had it in their hearts, but the front, middle and wild people all laughed.
Clearly, I noticed their smiles one by one.
It was very strange to think about it afterwards, as if all of Feng Zhongye's senses had suddenly become countless times more sensitive.
A thin old man in the middle said in skilled barbaric dialect: "I disappoint you, we are not gods, but monsters!"
Feng Nakano exclaimed: "Are you monsters?"
The old man repeated: "Yes, demon!"
The front man shouted wildly: "Great, great!"
The old man asked curiously: "Do you want to be a demon?"
Feng Zhongye gritted his teeth and said: "Monsters and ghosts may not be enough, it is best to be a demon king, an omnipotent demon king!"
"If you want to be a demon king, be a brat first!" The old man said, and turned away first. On the other side, a man who had been standing solemnly charged at the center and waved his hand, and the vague sleepiness threw him into the abyss again, endless.
In the dark.
When he woke up again, Feng Zhongye found himself lying in a small room with a curved spire. Everything here was strange. The roofs, doors and windows were all pointed, unlike Dongzhou, Manhuang, or any other place he had ever seen.
They are the same. The only thing that is the same is the bed tent. The materials used are all symbols of wealth, soft and silky silk and satin.
The crystal glass lamp in the wall niche emits soft light and fragrance. Outside the window is a quiet darkness, and the night is deep. As soon as Feng Zhongye stood up, his legs, feet, left shoulder and waist and abdomen all suffered severe pain. After lying down again, he stretched out his movable hand
He touched the wound with his right hand and found that the injury had miraculously healed long ago.
As the fear dissipated, a strong aroma of milk floated by. Feng Zhongye picked up the open pot next to him and opened his mouth to drink. It was thick, sweet and slightly warm, so good.
Just when he was about to put down the bottle after drinking, he was surprised to see that the place where the open pot was placed was covered with a white square cloth, with an empty mountain embroidered in the middle, which looked like the tip of a dagger and a bottomless triangle.
Feng Zhongye, who was holding an open pot, looked down and saw a set of clothes next to it, as well as a red ribbon on it. The note on the top said: Put on the battle uniform and ribbon, and you will
Not a human being, but a ghost died.
Feng Zhongye drank it all and put down the empty bottle, touched the clothes and ribbons, and after settling down again, his teeth suddenly clenched and cracked. He had no choice but to die with his eyes open after being stabbed in the back on the battlefield.