"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" 300,000 strong men and fierce women all rushed towards the gentleman with red eyes. Amidst the killing shouts that shook the world, the boundless blood cloud was like a
The ferocious star-eating monster is swarming countless insects and devouring the gentleman.
"Hoo~~~"
At this moment, the gentleman clenched his cold iron fist and quickly adjusted his mentality. His brows were indescribably cold, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura. He simply let go of his hands and feet, gave up his defense, and started suicidal attacks again and again.
Head up to the swarm of insects.
The swarm of 300,000 insects must be killed as soon as possible.
now!
Mouth, head, joints, muscles, barbs, and fists are all his weapons.
When he smashed the spine of the first insect with his fist, countless deaths and killings began in full swing.
There is no way out.
Although he no longer has any worries, the bloody cold massacre still makes a gentleman vomit while killing. In the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, some of the corpses belong to him.
Although he can be resurrected, the continuous pain of death is constantly stimulating the consciousness of the gentleman.
Gradually corroding the minds of gentlemen.
Want to transform him into a numb massacre weapon.
It’s very painful——
Gradually, I don’t know how long I have been killing. Maybe it is a day, maybe a year, or a century. The gentleman now has no concept of time. He only feels that he keeps killing and dying. His body is once again covered with dents.
, was beaten to a pulp by countless iron fists, and then continued to resurrect and fight back.
He didn't know how many times he had died.
This kind of life is worse than death, and the feeling of not dying even after death makes a gentleman feel so painful that he wants to die.
It really tortured him.
If ordinary people came to experience it, they would probably go crazy just after dying a hundred times. Play gg in joy!
But a gentleman has no choice. In order to end his prison life as soon as possible, he can only keep punching! Punch! Punch!
His spirit has almost been tortured to a limit! Then he will sublimate in the limit.
"Justice? Iron Fist!"
"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"
The gentleman roared, his fists burning with pure gold flames, and as his figure flickered, he repeatedly smashed the heads of the giant insects, as if they had truly turned into a massacre weapon, numb and ruthless.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but the sky is still that blood-red color and the air is still sweet and nauseating.
When the last bug died under the fist of the gentleman, he was as red as a devil and fell to his knees gasping for breath. After the extremely tense nerves suddenly relaxed, what he caused was severe pain that penetrated into his soul.
The gentleman in pain was like a sheep going crazy, holding his head and rolling on the ground twitching to vent his excessive murderous intention.
Calm down the negative emotions caused by too much killing.
at the same time!
I still vaguely heard the voice of the Ghost-faced Hawkmoth in my mind: "Sao Nian, calm down first and adjust your state..."
Then... the gentleman collapsed on the ground, sleeping in the sea of blood and corpses he had killed.
I sank deeply into it.
I don’t know how long I slept again…
When a gentleman wakes up from the blood, his first feeling is that he has had a very bad and terrible nightmare.
Then he raised his hand in confusion, blocking the dazzling scarlet sunlight.
Now when he sees red objects, he feels a little urge to vomit.
It's all left a psychological shadow.
at the same time!
I also have some doubts about life. Are all the welcome parties in hell so awesome?
This is just the welcome party of the lowest difficulty. If it were a higher difficulty welcome party, would we have to kill three million, thirty million, or three hundred million insect swarms with our own hands?
Just thinking about being a gentleman gives me a chill, and I will really go crazy.
After a while!
A scarlet thunderbolt exploded, and the ghost-faced moth lazily emerged from the thunder, with the aroma of instant noodles still lingering in the corner of its mouth, standing firmly in front of the gentleman.
He said with a smile: "How is it, do you like it?"
"Does it feel like you're ascending to heaven?"
"Ahem!" The gentleman struggled to spit out two mouthfuls of the blood scab remaining in his mouth, and said angrily: "That was so good, I almost became autistic."
"By the way, why are all the welcome parties in hell so hardcore?"
The Ghost-faced Hawk Moth nodded honestly, and pulled the gentleman up, his eyes clear: "That's necessary. Although our hell has no hair and lacks materials, it does not lack people." "If not."
If you are in a hurry, I will mobilize an army of hundreds of millions to warmly welcome you. By the way, you can also help me with performance and so on."
"There are countless people in hell who are rushing to be reincarnated. It's very tiring for me to work alone.
Gentleman: "Oh...that's it. You are so good, brother."
"Hehehe. It's just a brief acquaintance." Ghost Faced Hawkmoth is very humble and not proud at all. Just looking at his funny temperament, he is really worthy of being an old salted fish. He is so salty.
quick.
Very oily.
Next!
The ghost-faced Hawk Moth narrowed his eyes, smiled and rubbed his hands, smiling like an old fox that had become a spirit. Seeing the gentleman's brows furrowed, he felt cold all over: "Well, can we start the second half?"
"Hmm...huh?" The gentleman tasted it carefully and found that the taste was not right.
Suddenly!
His eyes widened, and his hands instinctively grabbed the Ghost-faced Hawkmoth's neck. He screamed and blurted out, with a ferocious red face: "The one who still rides on the horse has a second half."
"Brother, are you playing with me?"
"Three years, three years, and three more years, we're not done yet, right? I find your routine is a bit deep."
A gentleman now has the heart to strangle the ghost-faced moth to death. Although this guy's attitude is indeed very good, he can't stop him from hiding his knives in his smile. His tricks are very deep.
First I watched the documentary... then my thoughts after watching it... then 1v300,000 strong men... and now there is even a second half of riding a horse!
Be polite first and then attack with force? From the simple to the deep? Unprepared?
Why don't you play art of war with me?
at last!
Seeing the unchanging smile of the Ghost Faced Hawkmoth, the gentleman could only let go of his neck and cursed secretly: 'If you narrow your eyes, you are a monster.'
at the same time!
He also said aggrievedly, as if accepting his fate: "You are a very bad liar."
"This pirate ship of yours is poisonous. But I admit it."
"Excuse me, please hurry up!"
“Second Half—continue!”
"Okay," the ghost-faced moth said with a smile. There was no so-called boss airs at all, and he was full of kindness.
Everything he did was just a daily trick between bad friends.
No one would take it seriously.
See\this fairy gate is very strange\just\remember\domain\name\:\w\w\w\.\8\2\z\w\.\c\o\m\ This chapter has been completed!