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Chapter 45. Die

Nothing is unsolvable, the problem is always simple.

Just like now, isn't it?

There were no eyes on the boy's back, but the opponent's target was too obvious, which made the figure of the boy who already had a plan in mind choose to rush towards the door a bit more sneaky.

The sword light was directed at the young man's back, but at this critical moment, the young man's figure was still sluggish and did not rush forward at the original speed, which accelerated the fatal attack of the wolf-headed man.

The black-haired wolf-headed man smiled ferociously, as if he had seen the human being's body that had been cut in two and the splattered blood.

Bang!

But once again, the blade of the knife failed to follow the owner's wishes and struck the hard wooden door panel.

Squatting down, a very simple movement caused the black-haired wolf-headed man's attack to completely miss again.

The young man understood that he could not run faster than the wolf-headed man could swing his knife. What's more, the door was closed. Even if it was not locked, he would not have a chance to hold the doorknob.

If he couldn't get out of the way, the consequences of being hit directly in the back would be unimaginable, as the door in front of him that was split in half was proof.

Knowing that there is no chance of winning in a head-on fight, he can only buy himself time by surprise again. This black-haired wolf-headed man is more than half the body taller than the boy. Unless he does it deliberately, the wolf-headed man's attacks will always create gaps in the bottom plate.

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"Tsk!!"

The black-haired wolf-headed man gritted his teeth as he watched the human boy escape from the room through the door he had just opened, and the long knife in his hand got stuck in the door frame again.

Seeing that the prey that was almost in his mouth was about to run out of the house, and might just disappear. The black-haired wolf-headed man simply left the long knife on the door frame and rushed towards the human boy with his sharp claws.

Without the restriction of the long knife, he moved faster and caught up with him in two or three strokes.

I thought that maybe it was a mistake for him to use a long knife as a weapon in the first place when faced with this young man who had been humiliated many times because of his quick actions.

It's like hitting mosquitoes with a cannon, it's a waste of effort.

"Ugh!"

Facing the black shadow that instantly enveloped him behind him, the young man was unable to move away this time.

He screamed and was grabbed by the shoulder by the wolf-headed man. The sharp claws pierced the flesh. The boy's thin shoulders seemed to be scratched directly by the huge wolf claws.

He still wanted to continue running outside the house, although even if he went outside at this time, he had not yet thought of a way to save himself.

However, he couldn't do even this now. The young man was only a few steps away from the house. Taking a few more steps and giving him a few seconds would give him some hope.

But he couldn't take another step forward because his footsteps were already hanging in the air and he could only kick randomly in the air.

After the black-haired wolf-headed man grabbed the young man, he easily lifted him up. The young man was pinned in the air and could not resist anything. Then the young man felt the big hands smashing him back hard.

In the hands of this black-haired wolf-headed man, he is no different from a baby waiting to be fed.

The wolf-headed man threw the boy towards a table in the living room. The boy suddenly felt like the world was spinning, and something seemed to hit him hard on the back, which made his internal organs twitch and hurt so much that he couldn't even make a sound.

But it was not over yet. When the boy hit the broken table that had been burned by fire, the already fragile table legs were broken directly. The seriously injured boy suffered the second impact. He fell down on the table,

He was rolling in pain, but the wolf-headed man had no intention of letting him go.

The black-haired wolf-headed man looked condescendingly at the completely captured prey in front of him, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes became even stronger.

So...how to kill him?

The wolf-headed man rubbed his hands together, his knuckles cracking.

The wound on his left shoulder was still aching. The wound left by the seemingly small crossbow arrow was not small. Once it penetrated into the flesh, the barbed arrow could pull out a piece of flesh.

The pain intensified his hatred for the young man who injured him. There were many ways to kill this young man, and there was one method that allowed him to watch the death of his prey with pleasure.

He knelt in front of the young man, looking at the young man's face twisted in pain, his eyes seemed to have a little more compassion. Then he reached his hands towards the prey's body, as if to comfort the poor little guy.

But when these big hands covered with black down came to rest on the boy's neck, this illusion was shattered.

The black-haired wolf-headed man looked fierce and strangled the young man's neck.

"Cough...cough!!"

The boy's face immediately swelled due to lack of oxygen, and his complexion began to turn from white to red, from red to purple... He tried to open his mouth but couldn't inhale, and couldn't exhale the air in his lungs. And he was pinched.

The hands on his neck were still exerting force. Even if he didn't die of suffocation, his neck would be strangled.

Is it over?

As the unconscious boy thought this, the ugly wolf face of the wolf-headed man in front of him began to become blurry. Strange sounds came from his ears, and his pain was constantly stimulating his nerves.

, so tired that I can no longer pass it on.

Maybe that's why he felt more relaxed.

I... tried my best, but there is nothing I can do.

He sighed silently in his heart, he had tried his best to survive. But there was no way, he was still too weak, and his opponent was too powerful, so powerful that his little skills could no longer make up for it.

The wrong choice led to this ending. Did the feeling of uneasiness at the entrance of the village indicate that he would have this outcome?

The scenery in front of him gradually faded away, and the young man began to roll his eyes, unable to see anything anymore.

Then... let's end it...

The young man gave up his struggle.


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