The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 452 Struggling
The day is still so calm.

Snow fell on the ground.

It's not cold.

But painful.

Very painful.

Like the pain of a dozen swords piercing through the body.

Zhang Buer can feel the pain completely, because his body has been pierced by the sword more than a dozen times.

Of course, there is also the pain of falling off the cliff, the pain of falling to pieces on the ground.

He could see his arm on the ground not far away, he could hear the pain from the bones being repaired inch by inch, and he could even feel the sound of his feet stepping on the snow.

A black official uniform.

Flying fish suit.

Tong Rang.

Tong Rang didn't continue to plan to put Zhang Buer to death, but just looked at the bald head calmly, because in his eyes, there was no need to do anything to hurt him.

Zhang Buer's body is not complete at all, his head is in front of him, and his mutilated body is on a hillside not far away, with his arm under his feet and the other arm buried in blood. underground.

His left leg is very interesting, it is divided into three parts, the first thigh is just under the head, the second calf is hanging on the highest tree branch, and the foot has been held in the mouth by a snow fox.

In contrast, his right leg was a bit boring, just lying quietly on Tong Rang's shoulder.

Tong Rang squatted down, looked at Zhang Buer's extremely angry eyes, stretched out his hand to close those eyes full of resentment, and then sighed, "The order of the Emperor of Heaven is not to kill you, I didn't expect you to be dead already."

resignedly.

Things in the world are really helpless sometimes.

When he was about to kill Zhang Buer, this kid was like a cockroach, full of endless vitality, and he looked like he would never be killed by anyone.

But now, when he no longer had any intention of killing this kid, he came across his corpse.

Tong Rang smiled, "I'll find your body."

Walking over, Tong Rang took his body and feet from Xuehu's mouth, found all the other stumps, and walked back to Zhang Buer's head.

When he lowered his head, he found that his head's eyes had opened again.

"Oh?" Tong Rang became interested, "It seems that you have a lot of grievances."

Tong Rang closed his eyes again, placed these bodies over and over again, and murmured, "Maybe you can turn into a ghost to seek revenge from those people, but I guess you are still not as strong as a ghost just now, so you have to practice, otherwise If not, revenge is useless."

"I used to have a lot of hatred, but I am different from you. You are crazy, but I am not crazy. I will admit my mistakes, and I will kneel down and beg others to let me live."

"Hahaha...you can't." Tong Rang put his right leg under his body and lowered his head to admire his artwork, "You have to use your fists to reason, but what you don't understand is that fists can only You can reason with the weak, but you cannot reason with the strong."

"What the strong want to hear is not reason, but begging, apology, and torture. They prefer the feeling of torturing and controlling others."

When the body was finished, Tong Rang closed Zhang Buer's eyes again, "Stop struggling, let me tell you, it's better to think about it, go reincarnated, these causes and effects, I won't remember anything in the next life, and it has nothing to do with you gone."

"There's no need to remember any favors or grudges." Tong Rang smiled, stood up, and brushed the snow off his clothes.

Snow?
Tong Rang's expression changed.

Why only snow?

There should be more than just snow!
What about blood?
His eyes became serious, and he looked at Zhang Buer.

No blood.

There is no blood at all!
Tong Rang immediately poured the qi in his body into Zhang Buer's body.

Live?

Or...alive?
wrong……

How can it be?

Tong Rang had never seen a person like this before. Or, he even thought he saw a ghost!
"you……"

Zhang Buer's eyes opened again.

Tong Rang's blood was about to freeze.

He understood at this moment that this person was struggling to survive.

Even so!And never give up!
He leaned against Zhang Buer's ear and whispered, "Aren't you dead! Boy! You're still alive!"

Tong Rang laughed!

He had never smiled so happily, and there were tears in his eyes.

He saw himself back then!
Under that dark rainy night.

In that dilapidated village.

An Wenyue killed her father and mother with her own hands. When her only sister brought him into the capital, she was snatched into the street by Gong Yu, the son of the Minister of Rites. !

He is helpless, he is afraid, he is afraid.

When the heavy rain hit his face, Gong Yu took a kitchen knife and castrated him.

That's what he looks like!
Endless hatred!
"You're still alive, aren't you!" Tong Rang shouted almost insanely!

Zhang Buer's eyes were staring, and at this moment there was spirit in his eyes.

"Hahahaha! You can't fucking die!" Tong Rang's face was full of ferocity.

His eyes were torn and bloodshot, and his whole mouth was grinning at an extremely exaggerated angle!

"Do you know how he will treat Luo Qiqi?" Tong Rang stared at Zhang Buer, put his hands in front of Zhang Buer's head and in front of his eyes, "They will tear her clothes off and use wooden The stick and the shackles controlled her whole body!"

His mind recalled the previous picture over and over again.

That dark street corner.

Those beasts!

"They will play with her body and tear up her bottom line as a human being. They have no scruples and they will act recklessly! They...they are demons, and they will think of any way to deal with her that can make them feel happy!"

"What can you do watching something like this happen?"

"They will tear her stomach apart, cover her mouth, spoil her over and over again, and torture her over and over again!"

"In front of your eyes! Let you watch all this happen!"

"Boy! Do you dare to stand up? You dare not, you are a cowardly person! You are a damned waste! You were thrown under the abyss and fell to pieces! You were smashed to pieces! Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, the expression on Tong Rang's face froze.

After the maniacal laughter died down, his face turned into a cry of pain.

"You are a piece of trash! Ah!"

"Why...why don't you dare to stand up...why...you have to escape...is it useful to escape?"

Tong Rang lay on the ground in pain and buried his face in the heavy snow.

Only then did he see that his back was almost rotten.

He has already been hit by Mu Tianjiao's palm, and his life is not long...

Suddenly, he sat up again, "I dare not, but... you won't dare!"

"Will you fight? You will! You won't give up!"

Tong Rang grinned and said, "I understand!"

"Hahahaha!"

"I killed your father!"

"This time, it's my apology for you." Tong Rang put his hand on Zhang Buer's body, "Boy, if you wake up one day, help me..."

"Hold Daqing."

"Kill the wicked."

Tong Rang slowly closed his eyes.

He should have died long ago, but at this moment he seemed to be relieved.

He recalled the timid and trembling self who knelt in front of power again and again.

This time...

He wanted to be brave once.

just one time.

The breath entered Zhang Buer's body from Tong Rang's body.

And at this moment, his body was completely frozen, completely frozen to the ground.

The wind ruffled.

A new breath slowly emerged.

(End of this chapter)