Chapter 77: Fight! Straight Ball Beats Everything (Edited) This is in front of...
"Ahem, they actually came straight to the White Tower..."
Feng Langxi leaned against the slightly cool ground and sighed with a smile. He covered the hideous wound on the side of his neck with his fingers, but warm blood still flowed out from between his fingers, staining his white shirt a shocking deep red.
"It seems the bounty on my head on the black market has gone up quite a bit again."
The guide's hoarse voice carried his usual smile, but also a hint of weakness that could not be concealed - this was undoubtedly a sign of excessive blood loss.
However, the other two sentries present obviously did not have time to "take care" of him.
At this moment, a shrill alarm finally sounded on the warning wall of the White Tower, and the belated beam of light was rapidly approaching this tense corner.
Kuang Jing and An Kedao looked at each other in the darkness, and almost at the same time read the same signal from each other's eyes -
We must fight quickly and decisively.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
A new round of confrontation broke out in an instant. Countless hot shell casings cut through the air and fell into the mud, creating sparks.
Although Kuang Jing took the initiative to step forward and attracted most of the firepower, in just a few seconds, Feng Langxi, who was in the center of the storm, was inevitably injured again, and a strong sweet and fishy smell gradually filled the air.
[Ahhhh, I'm dying, dying, dying, host, you're about to be beaten to a pulp—] Watching the crimson liquid continuously oozing from Feng Langxi's body, the system frantically spun around in its consciousness, its robotic voice practically howling until smoke rose. [A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. Might as well just give him a quick death... Lying on the ground like a rag doll, bleeding to death, that way is not Long Aotian at all!]
Hearing this, Feng Langxi's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh softly in his mind:
[030...If you keep arguing like this, I'll be cursed to death before I'm shot to death.]
After a brief joke, Feng Langxi began to casually look for the nearest shelter at the urging of the system.
The massive blood loss in a short period of time gradually blurred his vision, but despite the danger, the guide's mind remained remarkably clear. The pain that penetrated his bones was like a shot of powerful stimulant, stimulating every function of his body to its extreme.
Amidst the interference of stray bullets flying everywhere, Feng Langxi keenly caught the subtle sound of the pistol being reloaded, and he decisively seized this fleeting opportunity!
The blood-stained windbreaker suddenly flew out from his body like a white crane, and the next second it was instantly pierced by a bullet that broke through the air.
Feng Langxi took the opportunity to roll sideways. The sharp gravel crushed into the wounds on his body, bringing out more warm and moist liquid, but also filling his bright ochre-red eyes with excitement.
After a burst of continuous shooting, the gunfire suddenly stopped, and both sides seemed to have run out of ammunition and food.
Then, the sound of cold weapons clashing violently could be heard from the air. The two sentries simultaneously engaged in close combat! The triangular bayonets and poisoned daggers clashed, each exchange carrying deadly killing intent.
On the other side, Feng Langxi, who had temporarily entered the "safe zone", leaned on the ground with a pale face. The dizziness caused by blood loss surged towards him like a tide.
The guide's gray lips were cracked and tiny beads of blood were oozing out. Dense cold sweat stuck his slightly curly brown hair to his face. Combined with the white shirt that had been stained horribly, the young man looked quite disheveled.
But Feng Langxi's expression was very relaxed. He half-closed his eyes and looked with interest at the spirits fighting in a group not far away:
After the cat bit his trachea tightly, Tai Sui made a "ho chi" gasping sound from his bleeding throat.
At this moment, that gentle and elegant face rarely became a little ferocious, and there was a hint of madness. Fine bloodshot filled his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, Yu Jingzi, who was lurking in the dark waiting for an opportunity, suddenly spit out his tongue. He took advantage of the gap when the black-footed cat was swallowing and breathing, and launched a surprise attack!
Two thin and curved fangs suddenly popped out from Yu Jingzi's upper jaw, flashing a deadly cold light in the night, forcing the other party to let go and dodge.
But soon, the black-footed cat's body compressed and arched like a spring! As it retreated to defend, it suddenly turned in the air at an incredible angle, and its sharp claws fiercely tore into the white snake's vital points.
Click.
Tai Sui's hard finger bones pierced out in time, accurately intercepting the fatal blow, and Yu Jingzi quickly wrapped around his arm, and its fangs attacked the black-footed cat again.
At the same time, the bayonet swung by Kuang Jing had already firmly pressed against An Kedao's throat, and the sharp blade drew a faint line of blood on the sentry's flesh.
An Kedao used all his strength to hold the dagger in his hand to resist, and the two were in a stalemate for a while.
"Brother, there's no need for you to risk your life like this!" Looking at the searchlight that was already so close, An Kedao gritted his teeth, stared into those sharp amber eyes and spoke first, his words fast and powerful, "I have a self-destruct device on me. If you kill me, you might get seriously injured too! Is it really worth it for a strange guide?
"You should be retiring soon, right? The White Tower Sentinel's pension isn't even enough to feed you! Why don't you join me in something big, you—!"
In response to this, Kuang Jing suddenly increased his strength.
He made the choice with his own body, and almost instantly cracked and numbed An Kedao's knuckles, forcing veins on his forehead to bulge and his knees to gradually bend.
Seeing this scene, Feng Langxi couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.
"This is poaching right in front of me..."
He narrowed his eyes and murmured softly, his blood-stained fingers snapping crisply in the darkness, which was inexplicably strange.
"Sorry, I won't allow it."
Before he finished speaking, the black-footed cat, which was in the middle of a fierce battle, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.
His thick hair suddenly stood up, and his whole body began to twist and expand wildly for no reason, as if an invisible creator was squeezing and rounding him again, and even his body began to flicker unsteadily!
At the same time, An Kedao's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then he fell heavily to his knees uncontrollably.
The sentry's eyes were red, and he felt a splitting headache. His mental picture almost collapsed instantly, and a large amount of sticky blood gushed out of all his seven orifices at the same time.
“Ugh…!”
Under extreme, unknown fear, An Kedao's muscles were tensed to the limit, and the hard handle of the dagger was almost embedded in his palm.
He forced his bloodshot eyes to stare at the seriously injured and frail guide, his voice hoarse and painful:
"What...did you do?!"
Seeing An Kedao's hysterical and embarrassed appearance, Feng Langxi couldn't help but widen the curve of his mouth inch by inch. The wound on the side of his neck was still bleeding, but his ochre-red eyes were terribly bright.
Under the murderous gaze of the sentry, Feng Langxi slowly stretched out his left hand and gently touched his Adam's apple with his fingertips, smiling crazily and excitedly.
"How is Tai Sui's flesh and blood? Is it delicious?"
Damn it, damn it, damn it——!
Hearing this, a trace of despair flashed in An Kedao's eyes. He suddenly threw out his dagger and tried to attack, but the god of death's scythe was faster than him!
Kuang Jing didn't give him another chance. The three-edged bayonet flashed a deadly cold light in the air and quickly pierced An Kedao's head. Before the other party finally died, he threw the body into the distance.
Bang!
Amidst the deafening explosion, the black-footed cat curled up into a ball, uttering a mournful whine. Then, uncontrollably, it transformed into wisps of black smoke, completely dissipating in the smoke along with its master.
On the other side, facing the impact of the heat wave, Feng Langxi, who was weak all over, stumbled forward and fell headfirst. At the moment when his face was about to make close contact with the ground, a warm arm caught him steadily.
At this moment, the guide's body was terribly light, like a piece of burnt paper ash. The slightest disturbance could cause his life to collapse again.
The searchlight that "arrived as promised" cut through the night sky, and the cold white beam of light slowly swept across the mess on the ground, illuminating the area in every detail, and allowing Kuang Jing to see the shocking injuries on Feng Langxi's body.
"Ahem... why is there this expression..."
Seeing the sentry's furrowed brows and pursed lips, Feng Langxi actually wanted to laugh, but the severe pain in his chest made him only able to choke out a mouthful of blood foam from his throat.
"Are you worried about me?"
Kuang Jing didn't reply, but silently lifted his shaky body and walked towards the White Pagoda. But it was obvious that a seriously injured person who loved to commit suicide would never learn the truth of moderation.
“That’s really touching…”
Feng Langxi was clearly on his last legs, but his eyes were still filled with undisguised malice, and his pale lips were opening and closing in the shadows.
"I thought Lord Ouroboros would leave me to my own devices. After all, if I were dead, your duty as 'guardian of the house' would naturally be over...
"By the way, are you really not planning to take this opportunity to finish me off? It's rare to find such a perfect scapegoat here, we can't miss this opportunity..."
"Or..." Looking at the sentry's slightly rising and falling Adam's apple, Feng Langxi suddenly lowered his voice, with a hint of playful hoarseness, "Could it be that some people just like to be guard dogs? Then I—well."
Suddenly, his chattering mouth was covered by someone's hand. Then his whole body felt lighter, and he fell into a warm and solid embrace.
"Yes, I don't plan to."
Under the glaring light, Kuang Jing responded calmly without looking away.
His deep eyebrows were coated with a cold silver edge by the light. His voice was still so calm that no emotion could be heard, but his hands were moving more cautiously.
"So, to prevent the mission from ending too quickly, it would be best for you to rest and recuperate, Your Excellency 'Rou Lingzhi'."
Before he finished speaking, a cheerful mechanical voice rang out clearly in Feng Lang's brainwashing:
[Ding—Admirer +1. Heaven has eyes, host! Your mission goal is about to be achieved!]
[ha? ]
At this moment, the smile on Feng Langxi's mouth completely froze. He stared blankly with his eyes wide open, and a rare blank appeared in his mind.
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