.012, Countdown to Doomsday: 236 days

Under the moonlight, the wilderness seems extremely quiet. ( Hand, hit. Bar is updated very fast)

The sè here is endless and there is no sight at all. It seems so conspicuous to pile up several bonfires in such a wide area.

Around the bonfires, a large group of strong men sang loudly. Almost each of them had a beautiful man who was a demon, and some of them had one. There was no restraint on this wilderness. Some people even did things with those man who were directly in public, amid the whistles and cheers of others. This caused bursts of laughter, and the fragrance of wine and sweat of the man who combined each other, making the air full of a filthy atmosphere.

"come over"

A big man had enough food and drink. He blushed and pulled the nv man beside him, asking her to help him sway into the grass beside him.

"Kneel down and let you taste my 'angry sword' hahaha"

The big man knelt down in front of him, and at the same time unbuttoned his slit, took off his inner ku, and pulled out the black and thick thing inside. The nvlang also smiled charmingly, opened his mouth, held the thing with joy on his face, and began to get up.

The stinky liquid emitting fishy smell filled the nvlang's face. The nvlang squatted down, but the big man seemed to notice that his baby had left the warm environment. He immediately reached out and grabbed the nvlang's hair, pressed her to his **** again, and at the same time, he burst into laughter.

NV Lang struggled, but he could not help but the smelly liquid was forced into her esophagus. But after a while, she seemed to have figured it out and began to drink it in big mouthfuls, and that charming smile appeared on her face again...

The big man's movements stopped.

NV Lang was still doing his "work" in and out, but he didn't notice that the man had stopped cooperating.

It was not until the big man's body fell down to her that she noticed something. She turned her head and looked at the big man.

His eyes were half open.

But the breathing has stopped.

Without waiting for NV Lang to scream, the sharp blade of a machete suddenly crossed her neck. The cold light made her unable to make a sound.

The towering grass provides the best place to shelter.

Even if someone accidentally sees the man fall down, he will think that he is doing business with the nv Lang, without any concern.

Even though the soil under the man's body had long been dyed red with blood.

Nv Lang was frightened, the knife touched his skin, without any room for looseness.

He raised his head and under the moonlight, there was a man whose eyes were colder than the moonlight and the blade. He just stared at himself...

"What are the leaders of this group of people?"

The cold voice made NV Lang's body tremble. She swallowed, and even if the throat was rising and falling, the blade could leave a blood mark on his throat.

"Yes... it's thug Jason, and... it's also blood-handed Don Lak..."

"Features, don't tell me the name."

"Yes... it's over there... the more sisters gather around... the more noble the identity... the more noble the..."

The idiot nodded, then asked again: "How much do you know about the plague that is prevalent in Dream Awakening Town."

"Plague?...No...I...I don't know me...I'm just a little noble nv, but my family was killed...I was captured by them, and I would be with them in my helplessness...Woooooo...Please the hero... Let me go... As long as you want to know...I will tell you everything."

The nv man started to cry, but the idiot immediately pressed the steel knife down, making the nv man dare not even cry.

"Who are doctors, or yàodoctors, poison masters?"

Nv Lang dared not cry, for fear that a violent ups and downs in his throat would cause him to perish, so he could only answer carefully-

"There is only one...the doctor...the one with green hair...the name is Duoda...who is...who has any illness...all of them are...to look for him."

The idiot turned his head and glanced at it slightly. The green hair... was easy to recognize. There was an NV man on both sides, and he was looking for fun. After asking the answer he wanted, this NV man was useless anymore. He directly pinched the knife with his palm and pressed it down...

The sharp edge cuts through NV Lang's skin.

The red blood also reflected from the damaged skin.

The pain made the feeling of death so close to NV Lang. There was almost no way to believe in these pupils. After he completely answered all the questions of this man and expressed his innocence, he actually wanted to kill himself?

Very cold...

Just like his eyes, it's really cold

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But the idiot's palm did not continue to press down.

He didn't drag the machete to the side, and completely cut open NV Lang's blood vessels and trachea.

He stopped.

Even he himself felt incredible that he would actually stop.

What reason does he have to ensure that he will not let go of his hand? After this NV man will scream and completely expose his whereabouts?

Now that I can't clench my fist with my right hand and have old troubles on my abdomen, how can I face this group of nearly 100 people? Isn't that asking for death?

But he just couldn't do it...

At this moment, he seemed to be able to see a pair of extremely familiar little hands, gently holding his palms and preventing his knife from pressing down.

And with these little hands up, you can see that girl, her kind, stupid face that has no reason to save people...

The machete that pressed his throat slowly lifted up.

The little nv in the phantom holding his palm also smiled slightly and slowly disappeared.

However, just as the nv Lang was about to open his mouth and say something, the idiot raised his hand again and hit her head without hesitation. With a punch, the nv Lang immediately rolled his eyes and fainted. The idiot also turned around and continued to move towards the other side in the grass.

The bonfire party is really in full swing, and it is very popular to make a fuss until dawn.

The idiot crawled in the grass, holding his breath and observing everything in the camp quietly. Once someone left the other person and went to the grass to solve the problem, he would quickly dive over, and when the other party was most convenient, he would accurately chā the other party into the grass and pull the other party into the grass.

Drinking alcohol will make many people feel interested.

The bloody smell emitted by the bulls who were openly slaughtered over there covered the increasingly uneasy smell in the air.

However, this efficiency is too slow. Idiots waited for an hour, but there were only two people who got up to let go. And I obviously didn’t have much time to wait. In Dream Awakening Town, every second I would look more and more cherish it.

Time was not enough, so I looked up at the sky. It was already two in the morning... Seeing that these robbers still didn't feel like they had a meeting, the idiot thought about it and hid in the grass again. After a while, a robber with a cold expression jumped out in a swagger and walked towards the bonfires.

The people here continued to drink and sing, and held the ** party that seemed to never end. The cold-looking robber lowered his head and walked towards the crowd. It was at this moment that a drunk robber happened to pass by the stranger. The other party was stunned and stretched out his hand and put it on his shoulder.

"Hey, you, uh, I don't seem to have seen you before?"

The robber had his eyes and his steps were shaking.

Maybe he would never have expected that the man who was slapped on the shoulder by himself turned around in an instant, suddenly rushed into his arms...

The idiot's fingers were pinching a thin, thin needle.

The tip of the needle had completely pierced into the robber's heart, and the drunken robber had no pit at all, and his feet became weak.

The idiot held the robber, pulled out the fine needle, and put it into his pocket. He carried the robber and took him to the campfire and sat down. He let him sit on the ground and pose.

The people around were already making a fuss, and no one noticed what was going on here. After a little glance at the surroundings, the idiot slowly walked to the wine jar beside him, accidentally took out a pack of yào powder from his arms and threw it into the wine jar. Then, he picked up the wine spoon, and distributed the wine to everyone.

Everyone drank beer, toasted each other and drank.

This kind of noisy continues, as if nothing has changed and nothing has made a difference.

As the moonlight sets westward, the camp, which was originally jubilant, gradually became quiet. The robbers dropped their beer glasses one by one, let go of the NV people, and gradually began to snore and fell asleep...

This bonfire party is over.

The waning moon still enveloped here. Under the dim light of the moon, the idiot stood up and looked at all the people tilted here. Gradually, he stretched out his hand, pulled out a machete at his waist, and walked towards the nearest robber there...

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Pick-pick-pick-pick-pick-

The shaking feeling woke the robber doctor named Duoda. He shook his head, as if he was obviously unable to understand the situation at this moment.

He opened his eyes slightly, and in front of him was the scene of the turf passing by. As he felt a little bit of recovery, he realized that he seemed to be lying on the back of a horse, running forward quickly.

Why did I be on the back of a horse? Didn’t I eat, drink and have fun with two NV men last night?

Duoda frowned and thought for a while. But soon, he noticed a strange feeling in his body.

My hands and feet... are all tied?

And beside him... the rider who was running on a horse... what was the bloody smell that was so heavy that it made people want to vomit?

Duoda tried hard to raise his head, but what he saw was a look of indifference. He was startled and shouted loudly: "Who are you? Where are you going to take me?"

The idiot did not respond, but continued to slap the reins and ran quickly towards the foot of Sheep Mountain without a moment of stay.

The doctor wanted to struggle, but unfortunately, any struggle he had is so insignificant in the eyes of the idiot. What's worse is that there were a few horse hooves in front of him again. When he looked up, Duoda's heart was about to be raised.

"The God of Death with Broken Arm"

In front, white horses carrying mad dogs were running towards the idiots here. When the team of people began to approach the idiots, the mad dog took the initiative to slow down and said loudly—

"Is this the horse you bought yesterday? Idiot, your identity is always an outsider. I hope you don't run towards the wilderness without any trouble. This will add a lot of worries to us... Well? Is this person?"

Coming to the mad dog, the idiot pulled the doctor off the horse, threw it on the ground, and said coldly—

"The doctor in the Rebel Pioneer, he should have a way to deal with the plague."
To be continued...