Heartbreaker

Necromancer's words made me worry.Rather than possessing something, I'd rather destroy something at will.On the one hand, apart from ridicule, lies, and betrayal, nothing good has ever happened to me since I was a child; on the other hand, possession of an item is always scary. The moment it belongs to you, there is a possibility of losing it.

No matter what others do.I stroked Luo's face and sneered.If I lost what I had, I don't know what I would do.

His body smelled like dried lime, despite its muscular elasticity.Luo didn't respond to my touch, so I stabbed the bone knife into his stomach, leaving a bloody hole.

It wouldn't be right to have my name etched on the outside of my chest, but maybe it would be a good idea to have it engraved on the inside.

"..."

He opened his eyes, opened both eyes in front of a set of my teeth.Two long and narrow dark eye holes, even if it is an undead, his pair of beautiful eyes are gone.

"Master... people..." He tried to speak, his voice was inexplicably tinged with joy, "Master..."

Luo read these two words, and he hugged me regardless of whether my arm was still in his body.His body was as cold as ice, as if the cold was the driving force behind his rebirth.He just leaned against me, and the temperature on my body dissipated at an alarming rate.

I shuddered and tried to push him away, but the deadly fragrance from his neck prevented me from doing so.Just by smelling it, I feel my blood is boiling desperately. They screamed like my hemoptysis bone knife. It hurts again.

"...Huh?" Luo lowered his head and looked curiously at the thing poked in his abdomen. His expression was more innocent than that of a virgin, which rarely made me a little embarrassed.

I wrapped his arms around his shoulders and let him cling to me, stroking his bitter brown hair with my mucus-stained hands, "Don't call me Master, call me Lemon."

****

"In the wheat field near the bone marsh, there was a crazy monk who threatened to get rid of the necromancer." Before leaving, I said to the necromancer, "I like that guy very much, I hope you can spare his life."

"I didn't kill him like that." The woman said, "He just met a group of bandits. A poor man, the only thing he can do is to be slaughtered by the bandits."

"But those crows are yours," I said, "tell me how to return the flesh they gnawed off to the madman, if he doesn't have a head, it's trouble for me, I don't want to be surrounded by maggots and flies .”

The woman gave me an impatient look, and fastened the noose of the black cloak to Luo like a virtuous wife.I'm afraid she didn't know that Luo was like a wife under me ten minutes ago.

"It's very simple, those pieces of meat are in the crow's stomach, just take it out from their stomach."

This is quite to my liking.Luo just blew a whistle, and those crows covered the sky like a thick cloud.I swung my knife and chopped them to pieces.Luo picked out those suspicious stomach bags, and the minced meat he took out soon filled the tin can.

"You'll like that guy." I rode, and Luo floated in mid-air with my speed, like a loyal ghost.After venting, I was always in a good mood. When passing by the familiar wheat field, I whistled to Popolo for the first time, "Hi, friend."

Luo slightly opened his eyes, "Lemon's friend..."

Popolo looked downcast with his head down.As I got closer, I realized he wasn't depressed, but that his brains might have been sucked dry by those damned crows.

I untied the tin can and handed it to Luo, sat aside and drank a few mouthfuls of blood, "Help him wake up."

Luo simply put the jar on Popolo's broken head.Our eggshell monk still wore the crumpled and round pink hat, and soon a soft head shell was added under Luo's spell, and he began to shout, "Oh, the holy light of the Lord protects me! Lemon , so happy that I can still see you one last time before I die!"

He caught a glimpse of Luo and exclaimed, "You rescued a hostage from the necromancer, you are such an amazing warrior!"

Luo corrected him earnestly, "I am not a hostage, I am a dead..."

I made a silent gesture and said to Poporu, "Come with me, Poporu. I need you as my partner."

He replied in a nasty tone, and he almost knelt down on one knee while holding my hand, "Oh, Lemon, if it was someone else, I must first ask the Lord's will-but that person is you, and I believe the Lord is right for us. Your friendship must be happy to see it come true!"

Rest assured, the Lord would love to see a believer like you go to hell with me.

Popolo waved his hands excitedly, the round holes in his palms had scabbed over.He muttered something in Sanskrit that I couldn't understand, suggesting that his language was as confused as his thinking.

From his eyebrows and eyes, I found that this monk is actually very young, no more than 25 years old, but the exaggerated facial expressions made his handsome and upright appearance look like a distorted idiot.Crazy at a young age, I didn't even ask him if he had any relatives, I just turned him on a road of no return.

****

I took Luo and Popolo back to the ashes of the Hazy Villa, and as expected, what greeted us was a massive massacre.A bomb exploded on the flagstones, and I saw our tented wagon shattered, and the horses kicking up in fright, throwing Popolo out of the way behind me.

"Lymon, I'm glad to see you back." On a tall tree diagonally opposite, the old man Chichikov hid in the dense branches, and fired his crossbow at the soldiers below, "But unfortunately , We are in trouble again. It is the Imperial Patrol Army, a group of miscellaneous fish, and the number is a bit large."

My hands trembled with excitement, and I tremblingly pulled out the bone-cutting knife, smelling the charming rusty smell.I saw my fellow villains relentlessly fighting the hard-coated brutes, and One-Eyed Ior raised his pointed hammer to focus on the eyes of the enemy.Dark red blood covered the gray stone avenue. Luo seemed very puzzled by the chaotic scene, and tilted his head in doubt at me, trying to find an answer from me.

I clamped the horse's belly, waved the kitchen knife in my hand, and chopped off the short or long spines of those people like countless times in the past when I closed my eyes and chopped meat and bones on the chopping board!The aftertaste of the explosion throbbed in my hair, and I laughed shrilly like a hungry ghost returning from hell, finally able to gorge on it.I can judge the distance between others and me from the faintest breath, and the blunt knife in my palm is more flexible than my fingers.

Would it be strenuous to reach out and gently brush those people's heads while riding a horse?That's how I feel, my knife is my palm, it cuts sections of different sizes on the heads, the blood swayed from the bone cutting blade is enough to fill my water bladder again, one, two Only, countless.

Barbara obviously saw my madness, this woman really can't get rid of the habit of throwing a tantrum at the sight of blood.She beat the soldiers in front of her with a barbed whip, and said in a sharp voice, "Lymon, I want to have sex with you here, Lemon!"

My horse fell before me, bruised and shriveled from blood loss, a respectable hummer.I rolled on the blood-soaked stone slab, and through the raised dust, I saw the flag planted not far away.

The dark black banner was embroidered with a golden shield, and the edges of the shield were colorfully patterned ouroboros and centipedes, like a face covered with scars.It stands tall under the dark night, as if watching condescendingly, pitying me.

That is the flag of the Twilight Empire, in the night after night of nightmares, the image that always makes my teeth chill.

"Ahhhh-!!"

I roared heart-piercingly, my hands were tense, and my neck was bulging with blue veins!The color of blood covered my field of vision, and I rushed forward desperately, swinging my knife to cut off the flagpole that seemed to go straight to the sky!Broken-armed Eminem and Lame Legger saw my beast-like figure, and gave out strange laughs. One of them was wielding a meteor hammer, and the other was holding a heavy pair of hammers, using broken bones and flesh to open the way for me.A carpet of blood was spread under my feet, and the warm blood seeped into my tattered boots. I stepped on the bones, step by step, and my soul collided in my celestial spirit cap.I dragged my heavy body, as if I had ascended to the heaven of redemption——

With a bang, I heard the sound of the flag collapsing.

****

Popolo leaned against the tree, staring at the bloody storm in front of him with wide-eyed eyes, he took out the "Book of Heaven" in the armor with a dull expression, and began to read stiffly.

Chichikov lay on the tree and whispered, "God, he is such a devil..."

Luo Piao came to his side, "Are you talking about Lemon?"

Chichikov was not frightened by Luo, and narrowed his gray-blue eyes, "Are you... the undead summoned by Lemon?"

Luo nodded, and the corners of his lips curled into a gentle arc.Chichikov snorted and spit out a mouthful of sputum towards the corpse under the tree, "I bet you don't want to see that guy's past, it will make you so sick that you can't eat for a month."

Luo turned to look at the soldiers in full armor, "There are too many of them, and the defense is also very good."

Chichikov nodded, "Yes. But that kid doesn't care about it. He only thinks about how to make himself happy. Because he knows that he may die on this road at any time, so he doesn't want to leave any leeway or regret. .”

He paused, and said, "For this reason, even if he sells his soul to the devil, he doesn't care."

"Lymon..." Luo murmured, with a cold glint shining through his dark eyes, "He is my master, I will not let him die."

A faint blue light suddenly condensed on his palm, the halo gradually elongated and widened, and turned into a long sickle, the blade could split the waists of ten people at one stroke, and the curved hook at the end of the blade A trembling star shone in the moonlight.

Chichikov looked at the undead holding the scythe in amazement, and the undead jumped lightly and was suspended above the pile of corpses.The pitch-black cloak fluttered behind him like outstretched wings.Luo, who was wearing a black hood, looked down at us, his two empty eyes staring at our every move, like a god in the dark night, overlooking the tiny ants in his palm.

He raised the crescent-shaped scythe in his hand, swung his arm, and the sharp blade penetrated through the bodies of more than a dozen people around me like nothing.I heard the familiar scream, the same scream as the necromancer peeling my soul from the mirror.

The sound of the soul being cut is very similar to the sound of skinning pigs and sheep.I can only see those strong and burly soldiers who were alive and wailed and fell to the ground. I don't know what their broken souls will look like in Luo's eyes.

Luo Yingfeng was floating in the air, even though he was so far away from me, I knew that as long as I hooked my fingers, he would obediently fall to my side.

It sounds especially comical when a fierce fight ends under the undead's wielding scythe.I sat in the blood and laughed, laughing until the wound on my face ached.Barbara rushed to my side, staring at my face and yelling in surprise, while the three disabled brothers were looking at Luo with great interest.

Eminem with the broken arm said sourly, "Hey, Lemon, what treasure did you pick up? His combat power is as powerful as an army."

"Not just one." Chichikov climbed down from the tree, shaking his silver hair.He always said that he has bad legs and feet, but he can climb trees more quickly than anyone else.

One-eyed Aiur had a gloomy face, "We can still achieve our goal without relying on the undead."

I pouted a bloody tooth, "I'd like to see how long your cowhide can last." I rubbed my sore chin, walked over to the monk who had been dumbfounded since the beginning of the battle, and gently pressed the other side shoulder, "Dear Popolo, I need your prayers for these poor souls to ascend to heaven soon."

Popolo looked at me like a rabbit seeing a giant python, "You... didn't you kill these soldiers?"

I laughed, and the laughter made Popolo tighten his shoulders even more fearfully, "What are you afraid of? One day when they kill me, don't forget to read to me too, I want to be able to go to hell."

Popolo groaned in pain.Barbara flicked her whip ferociously, beating the screaming monks to read scriptures in the corpse pile.Lame Laige looked at the fleeing soldiers, "Are you going to survive this time?"

"I want to stay, of course I have to stay." I took a deep breath, letting the blood around me completely fill my chest cavity.I looked up at the purple sky.Dawn is approaching, night will be expelled, and the world will be restored to light, but the darkness in people's hearts is still there, they hide in everyone's heart, always waiting for an opportunity to move.

"I want someone on top of them to know that his time is over." I stepped on the high pile of bones, opened my scarred arms to the first light of dawn, and grinned wickedly. Tooth, "The time limit for peace has come, and the devil will return!"

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