The first time he hit his beard with his wrist.

Both the gun and the dagger were forced together, and their weapons were both released.

Immediately after, there was pain, and people said it was heartbreaking, but it was so.

Gu Xinzhi always thought that he was not afraid of pain, but the fierce pain of the viscera knocked his body all over, causing him a lot of sweat instantly and falling down his chin.

He covered the wound fiercely, and the swell of blood hit the palm of his hand, he couldn't stop it.

The vitality of the new humans is quite terrible, but the head was not able to be cut off for a while, and the cut wound has slowly healed.

Gu Xinzhi's dagger has a bloodletting groove on the side, and the blade has been sharpened into an irregular jagged shape. If the knife goes down, even a new human, not fatal, will have to suffer a lot.

The beard covered his squeaking **** throat, and his pain was so blue that when he stared at Gu Xinzhi, his eyes were full of overflowing blood, which made his back chill.

He broke his breath: "You ..."

Gu Xinzhi did not wait for him to finish speaking.

The dagger was thrown out a dozen meters away. It was too late to pick it up. Gu Xinzhi rushed up and held the head of the beard to actually tear his head directly!

Even though the beard knew that this man was a benevolent revenge, he did not expect such a bloodthirsty madness. When he was holding his neck that had not healed, he screamed, controlled Gu Xinzhi's right hand with one hand, and twisted him with one hand. The wound in your heart is claw-shaped with one hand, and the wound is suddenly flooded with blood!

Gu Xinzhi didn't say a word. He bit his teeth out of blood, and his **** left hand supported his chin, and pinched his fingertips into the wound of his throat.

This is completely the original fighting of the beasts, one lion and one tiger, all the wisdom, bravery, and brutality are used in how to take each other's lives.

However, Gu Xinzhi's power was lost a little, but the power of the beard was recovered a little.

In terms of physical fitness, the old human and the new human are finally an order of magnitude worse.

Gu Xinzhi was crushed to the ground by the beard, and the wound became a blood spring, gushing.

He was coughing with blood, and his strength gradually weakened.

There was movement outside, faint blasting gunshots, screams, and fighting sounds came. After a short while, there was a whisper of whispers outside, followed by hurried footsteps and whispers of voice.

Listen to the sound, at least there is a squad.

The bearded man was shocked and painful at first, and now guessing that his backup was coming, facing a face he once couldn't love, he squeezed out a laugh, and the **** hand grabbed his hair and exerted his strength. Seize it.

His hand was almost entirely Gu Xinzhi's blood, and the **** touch gave him a distorted pleasure: "... my man is here, you are dead."

Gu Xinzhi heard the same voice as him.

But he also laughed.

Bearded man still doesn't understand that he was used as a gunman. Now when Gu Xinzhi makes any expression, he feels dazzling, and if he stretches out his hand, he will cut out his eyes, which are unknown.

While his heart was agitating, Gu Xinzhi followed the machine and opened his mouth to bite the exposed neck of his beard!

The cartilage that had just recovered between the beards and throats was bitten and yelled in pain, and was about to lift Gu Xinzhi to the ground. There was a rattle when the old-fashioned bolt was loaded.

Knowing that Gu ’s mind is so powerful, Beardust did n’t dare to care about it, and he could n’t even turn his head back, so he roared: “Shoot! Shoot!”

The gun rang the next time, but it was the heart of a beard that was torn by old-style bullets.

Beard's body suddenly froze and was swooped down by the impact of the gun.

Gu Xinzhi shouted, "Dagger!"

As soon as his voice fell, a dagger flew in cross-shaped nails to the gap in the floor on his right hand side.

Gu Xinzhi drew his sword and raised his hand, white light flashed, and red blood was like rain.

The bearded man lay down on Gu Xinzhi, completely silent.

Gu Xinzhi did not push him away, and fell to the place with his dead body, panting slightly, and the sound of the air from his mouth was strange.

Yan Lanlan held a smoking gun, saying that she had never heard such a request.

She waved with one hand and the bell rang, and those soldiers leased from Shu Wenqing continued to spontaneously disperse to clear the remaining parts of the beard, leaving only two of the strongest guards on her side. Do not leave.

Surrounded by the middle of the sun, Sun Bin was sweating, he ran to the host in a small step, sorted out his thoughts, and set about trying to restore the base security system that was interrupted by the system and temporarily failed.

Sun Yan quickly stepped forward, too late to recover the dagger just thrown, and pulled the beard pressed on Gu Xinzhi's body first.

Gu Xinzhi was lying on his back on the ground, as if exhausted, his eyes couldn't open, and his mouth seemed to be muttering something.

Sun Yan Bento he was asking why they appeared here.

He was not in a hurry to get up, thinking that he was just too tired, and sat cross-legged beside him: "It was the Ding team that let us come."

Ding Qiuyun asked them to fight the canary war, the praying mantis catching cicadas, the oriole was behind.

After the arsenal's attack began, smaller organizations formed alliances with each other, but secretly competed, stagnated, and deliberately delayed time, hoping to profit from it; how did larger organizations wait to see themselves being consumed, so they intentionally left reserve The team expelled these small organizations that were passive, slow-moving, and watched the tigers. If the drive failed, they would use force.

No one expected that when the overall situation was settled and the families were slack, an extremely large number of unknown troops would emerge flat.

These old humans are not on the preparedness list prepared by the new humans.

As a result, new humans, already exhausted by internal strife, were at a loss.

... This arsenal of weapons was taken over by old humans.

Gu Xinzhi couldn't hear anything.

Life was like water, and the puppet was lost from that hole in his body. The internal organs seemed to have drilled thousands of holes by sand ants, and it hurt him to die.

dead……

Thinking of this word, Gu Xinzhi took a breath and was suddenly afraid.

Death is opening his eyes and never seeing Qiuyun again, death is never heard Qiuyun say a forgiveness to him, death is ...

There is no dream of death.

He even had no chance to see Qiu Yun in his dream.

Only those who die from cancer can be transformed into new humans.

He didn't even qualify as a new human--

Aware of this, Gu Xinzhi seemed to be shot at the heart again, and his pain was suffocating.

Driven by a strong desire, he finally made it clear: "Needles ..."

Sun Yan was eloquently exaggerating Ding Qiuyun's decision, and he heard a word: "... what?"

Gu Xinzhi struggled twice on the ground, but actually sat up: "Needle!"

When Yan Lanlan felt that something was wrong and Dingding came here, Gu Xinzhi tilted his head and spit out a large amount of blood. The blood was mixed with Yan Lanlan and he was afraid to think about what it was.

Sun Yan then saw the blood hole in his body, changed color arrogantly, and turned over and climbed up: "Vice Gu?! ... Doctor! Where is Lin Yilin!"

Sun Xun ran out, but Gu Xinzhi was out of breath, and his voice changed even more. His chest seemed to be filled with a bellows, and he trembled: "Give me a needle!"

Yan Lanlan knelt beside Gu Xinzhi, and her tears came down. She didn't dare to ask more about what happened, and she didn't have time to ask him more about needles, shaking her hands, and taking out the spare needles from her small bag.

The next second, something that shocked her happened--

Gu Xinzhi pounced on the corpse's warm-faced beard, and pinched it with a needle tube for a few times before pinpointing the blood vessels, sucking a tube full of blood, and raising his hand into his wrist.

He humbled his mind, thinking nervously: "... I cannot die, I cannot die, I cannot die."

When he died, there would be no Qiuyun and no more.

The man appeared in his dark life as if it were an illusory bubble.

So he designed him, trying to find out whether he treats his heart true or false.

... Actually, he hoped it was fake.

Because if true, his life would be transformed for him.

In that dilapidated tube house, he quietly broke the control system of the robot, and after being successfully enclosed, he picked up the communicator and said to Ding Qiuyun over there, don't come over. My side is blocked.

Ding Qiuyun only said two words: wait for me.

A few minutes later, a barrier was created to tear open a path.

Ding Qiuyun tilted a robot's head with one shot, grabbed his hand, shouted "Go", and ran out without saying a word.

To this day, Gu Xinzhi still remembers the temperature in the palm of the hand, it was very cold, and a little sweaty, strong bones and bones, and a good handshake.

He had a small heart, and in the big world, he only begged for this pair to be willing to hold his hand, otherwise, he didn't care and didn't think it was important.

He waited for him in the supermarket for two years, and waited so long for the injustices of previous lives.

But he hasn't waited for Ding Qiuyun's forgiveness.

He cannot die.

Gu Xinzhi was lying on the ground, his ears could not hear clearly.

Hot tears dropped from his eyes, and he cried, repeating hoarsely: "I can't die. Can't--"

Yan Lanlan grabbed the communicator, connected a channel, and a mouthful of trembling cries: "Sister Jing, can you find a way to contact Ding? ... No, no, the plan is very successful, we are all very OK. Just a little accident here ... what? He's gone?

After 12 hours, a motorcycle spanning more than a thousand kilometers stopped at a rest point in the arsenal and went out.

Yan Lanlan hurried out of the sound of a familiar motorcycle.

Goodbye to that familiar, reassuring face, Yan Lanlan almost cried out: "Ding team, vice team Gu is too uncomfortable ... Do you think of a way, did you bring medicine ..."

Without saying a word, Ding Qiuyun took off his helmet and threw it directly into Yan Lanlan's arms full of tears, striding into a rest spot.

The coal boss jumped from Ding Qiuyun's back seat, walked slowly to the door of the rest point, and sat down, as if guarding something.

Ding Qiuyun opened the windproof quilt hanging on the door.

The person lying on the bed received a cold wind blowing from the outside, coughed twice, and immediately buried his face in the quilt to draw a little warmth.

Just looking at his hands and the upper half of his face exposed from the quilt, his blood was completely gone, and when he looked at him, he felt cold.

The blood on his body was almost dry, and his thin body was unable to move by the thick quilt.

Now, a quilt is a five-finger mountain for him.

No one has seen such a terrifying vitality.

For a normal person, a lung shot can live up to half an hour.

Gu Xinzhi wanted to breathe, but his lung injury could not maintain normal breathing function, and he could bear the unbearable chest pain, suffocation and exhaustion.

With this half-broken lung and the blood of the new human, he struggled for a full 12 hours.

Relying on a force that did not know where he came from, he lived for so long to wait for someone.

Gu Xinzhi heard the man's footsteps, but he couldn't even open his eyes.

He squirmed softly at his chapped lips and murmured into the void: "... within range, I am."

Iike Koike saw this, and drooped his eyes slightly.

The last thing Chi Xiaochi wants to do is to take his true heart as his true heart.

However, Gu Xinzhi's death has always been within his calculation range, which is the black card he has been holding.

He knows Gu Xinzhi very well, so Chi Xiaochi knows that for Gu Xinzhi, the cruelest thing is not to be forgiven, not to be a dream for two consecutive years, or to be forgiven even if he dies.

... This is a nightmare that he dare not even dream of.

If Gu Xinzhi threatened anyone in Ding Qiuyun's team, Chi Xiaochi would not hesitate to play this card and let him play the arsenal. It is also the intention to find a reason to let him "reasonably die" In case of accident.

However, today he received a letter written by Gu Xinzhi in a cigarette case.

"To Qiuyun: Today, a team member died. I kept his body for a long time, and I seem to understand why you hate me."

"Isn't that a feeling: I feel that part of myself is lost, forever, although you know that part doesn't grow on you."

"I used to think, why do you always put your heart on others? Why do you die for others? But I always want to put my heart on you and want you to see me more."

"I think about a lot of things these days, I think, is it because my heart is too heavy and you are too tired to carry it?"

"I will try my best to be a worry-free person in the future, so that you don't feel that my heart is too heavy and my back is too sad."

"Good afternoon."

Clean and firm words, plain words, and words like promises.

After reading the letter, Ichiko put it in his jacket pocket and thought, let's take it slowly.

That black card didn't seem to be needed.

However, he soon saw a surge in remorse.

… Apart from facing death, nothing can make such a change in the cold heart Gu Xinzhi.

On the way, Chi Xiaochi redeemed 398 dream-making cards from Gu Xinzhi, not many and many.

His account was settled, but Gu Xinzhi's account with Ding Qiuyun was not qualified to collect it for him.

In other words, he didn't even know how to collect the account.

Chi Xiaochi took a breath, walked to the bed, gently held Gu Xinzhi's arm, and said to the silent human in the body: "Ding Qiuyun, listen well, I will give you his life and death."

"I used his remorse to redeem a card that was enough to bring him back to life, and he would survive and get better. If you want me to use it on him, don't talk, just hook his hand .... This way Simple actions, you should be able to do it. "