I want to say: Damn, besides the three choices of genius, loser, and mortal, what other options do the male protagonists in novels have? Who can teach me.
Damn, you haven’t voted yet!
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"Kill the Red Delirium!"
"Fuck the red beast!"
Two waves, one red and one flower, rushed from both ends and collided with each other, intersecting with each other with a roar.
The overwhelming foul language was accompanied by the killing cry, but it could not cover the screams and wails that reached the sky. All the cries merged into a stream and floated in the air, like a wonderful mixture of blood and ghosts.
Some people had snot and tears rolling down their noses, lying on the ground vomiting blood and waiting to die. Some people hugged their broken arms crazily, stumbled and cried with dull eyes, until they were hacked to death.
Some people had blood coming out from their chests and backs, and they were furious. They were like wild beasts that killed everyone they saw, regardless of whether they were friendly forces or enemies. Some people lay on the ground and trembled in fear, some threw down their weapons and cried and surrendered, and some calmly faced the battle.
This is the battlefield, and there is never a shortage of all kinds of strange beings.
War is a training of will, which either collapses or sharpens the will stronger. Some people can stand out and fight consistently bravely. Some people find subconscious weakness in the shadow of death. Some people fight for honor, and some people fight for honor.
Fight for life.
In the eyes of Guan Longhu and other soul monks, Zuo Wuzhou was not only brave, but also terrifyingly calm! They glanced at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes!
What were they doing when they were Zuo Wuzhou's age? At that time, they might have had the courage to kill people, but they would never be able to be as indifferent as Zuo Wuzhou.
An interception battle was over. All the surviving soul monks quickly practiced on the spot in order to restore their soul power in the shortest possible time.
Zuo Wuzhou calmly wiped the blood on the steel knife, feeling as calm as ever before, as if he were on the seabed without wind or waves. Every move he made was as steady as a sculpture.
He is not afraid of killing, but he doesn't like killing either. The reason why killing can bring him peace is because he senses that he is avenging the dead people who were innocently implicated by him, which calms his mind.
Those who regard killing as their goal are miserable. Those who dare not kill are short-lived.
Knowing why you kill, when you should kill and when you shouldn't kill is a perfect way of self-control. Although Zuo Wuzhou is very young, he sees things more clearly than many people in their eighties.
"Sure enough, human life is the cheapest, and at the same time, it is also the most priceless. But it would be biased to only recognize one of them."
Zuo Wuzhou wiped the blood stains and thought calmly: "You must be able to recognize both points clearly before your mind can be clean!"
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Half of the red delirium troops from the east gate rescued the north gate, and fought with the Bazhong soul monks on the way. After the only eighth-grade officer was mysteriously assassinated by Zuo Wuzhou, and after several other seventh-grade officers died tragically, the originally small number of reinforcements were leaderless.
defeat.
After the North Gate, it was too late to recapture the East Gate, and reinforcements from the West Gate and South Gate also arrived one after another.
Based on the losses suffered by these soul monks in two consecutive battles, it was actually difficult to face the reinforcements from the two gates. However, the battle between the local soul monks and the reinforcements from the east gate attracted the close attention of countless locals.
When the locals learned that the North Gate had been recaptured, the news spread throughout the city.
Using this group of soul monks as a fuse, it ignited more and more resistance in the city. It was like a flag being raised, winning the defection of more local soul monks with their brilliant achievements and whimsical ideas for seizing the city.
After three consecutive battles, there were only a team of more than a hundred people left. On the way to meet the other two reinforcements, people came one after another to join under this flag! A group of people shouted and woke up to the Red Delirium defenders.
Launched a surprising counterattack.
The third prince wanted to force Zuo Wuzhou, an eighteen-year-old fifth-grade man with great potential, to kill him, which was the right thing to do. Unfortunately, the third prince used the wrong method and angered the locals who had originally acquiesced to being ruled.
When the counterattack banner with Zuo Wuzhou as the spiritual leader was launched, more and more Xilin people came from every part of the city. First one or two, then ten, eight, one hundred, one thousand
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After all the people in a city wake up, terrible power and momentum will erupt.
Zuo Wuzhou saw this kind of awakening power, and he thought: "Even the Soul Martial Lord, with such power, probably has only one chance of retreating."
"Because even if we can subdue these people with force, we can't subdue their will and thoughts. Will and thoughts are indeed the most terrifying things!" Zuo Wuzhou watched silently as more and more people joined the team,
His blood boiled and he felt a shuddering strength.
The whole city is full of flags of resistance and unyielding will.
Zuo Wuzhou realized many indescribable things from the practices of the Bazhong people. That feeling was brewing in his chest, but he couldn't describe it because he couldn't find the right words to describe that special kind of feeling.
strength.
My whole body felt hot, as if something was burning inside my body, burning an extremely blazing flame in my heart, shining so brightly and so hot.
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"Counterattack, seize the city, and drive away the red delirium!"
"No, it's about seizing the city and killing the red delirium!"
If you can look down from the sky, you will find that the entire Bazhong City is like a living spiritual beast. On every road in the city, there are countless locals running excitedly, running in the same direction.
Thousands of locals gathered from every corner of the city to form a huge torrent. They flowed on every road in the city, just like the blood vessels and meridians of this huge spiritual beast in Bazhong City had finally regained their vitality.
"Counterattack and seize the city." This slogan sounded in every corner of the city, like a unique code word. Even two strangers would quickly become the most reliable companions and comrades in arms under such a slogan.
The ear-splitting roar brought about as much shock as a landslide and an earthquake, making every red delirium in the city shudder. They never thought that the city that had been docile for thousands of years would actually be a city that had been sleeping for many years.
The monster suddenly woke up one night and destroyed everything.
This is a torrent that no one can stop. Because of will!
A group of people in Xilin were stunned: "What the hell is going on!".
"Are the locals in Bazhong crazy or something? If they really have such resistance, why didn't they do it during the war, instead of doing it now?"
This group of Xilin people were in pain and couldn't understand: "It's over, the trouble is big. We are all talking about a truce with the Red Deli, and Bazhong's incident has added too many additional variables to the negotiations."
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"The east gate fell, the west gate fell, and now only the south gate remains."
The third prince and the only ninth-grade master in the city listened dumbly to the reports of his hurried subordinates. The third prince was supposed to fight with the main force, but in order to kill Zuo Wuzhou, he stayed.
The third prince slapped the case and gritted his teeth: "These untouchables still dare to resist. I ask my father to order them all to be killed!"
The ninth-grade master said calmly: "Your Highness, let's go. If you don't leave, it will be too late."
The third prince said angrily: "Is it really irreversible?"
The ninth-grade master said blankly: "Unless the great master takes action to shock, otherwise..."
In such a chaotic situation, there is absolutely nothing the Ninth Grade can do except protect themselves. If they are surrounded, they may not even be able to protect themselves.
The current situation is changing rapidly. In just one hour, the world of Bazhong City has been turned upside down.
The third prince was furious, like a ferocious beast that was about to become violent. He was so irritable that he said, "Let's go, let's go!"
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Zuo Wuzhou firmly grasped the red-style steel knife, his eyes were full of energy, and he raised his head towards Guan Longhu and others. He walked around the corner with blood all over his body, panting and ran towards the luxurious mansion, shouting wildly: "Quickly
,Quickly, tell His Highness the Third Prince to evacuate this place, they...they are coming to kill!"
After stumbling into the mansion, the guards' expressions had already changed in shock, and they quickly followed Zuo Wuzhou and rushed inside!
Halfway through, the guard's face changed: "The third prince is here!"
Zuo Wuzhou looked forward and saw the third prince and a stunningly beautiful woman walking over in a hurry. He threw himself forward and cried: "Third prince, leave quickly, or it will be too late!"
As if to show how brave he was in battle, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, spraying blood mist all over the sky!
Taking advantage of the moment when he was lying down, the blood mist filled the air, and he rolled forward. While recovering his original appearance, the steel knife followed the trend and slashed towards the third prince from bottom to top.
"Ah!" The beautiful woman stood in front of the third prince and let out a sharp scream in fear!
"Not good!" Zuo Wuzhou's expression changed slightly, and his sword movement stagnated: "I almost killed the wrong person!"