Fashen live room

Chapter 54
A certain street in the sixth district, now it is late at night after 8 o'clock in the evening, the houses on both sides of the street are small buildings with 2 and 3 floors, they block the moonlight and cast large shadows, causing a lot of noise on this street. Darkness, and Norman and the man who drew the sword quickly were in the dark shadows.

"The man said to Han Xin, if you are not afraid of death, you can stab me with a sword; if you are afraid of death, you can get under my crotch..."

A story told by Gawain flashed in Norman's mind.

"Han Xin knew that he was not that person's opponent, so he chose to sneak under his crotch. At that time, people around him were making fun of Han Xin, but Han Xin saved his life because he did not die impulsively at that time, so later Han Xin Only then will I have the chance to become the Grand Duke..."

The story of the "disgrace in the crotch" is very to Norman's appetite. He also believes that the most important thing is to live, so just now when he saw the man about to unleash his sword again, he subconsciously shouted "Hero, spare your life!" "Come.And because he was too hasty, he didn't even realize that what he yelled out was an ancient language, but luckily the other party understood it.

"Fuck!"

"***what!"

"I was scared to death, I almost died!"

"Nimma, this world is too dangerous!"

"Where is the idiot coming from?!"

"Run quickly! What are you still doing!"

"Police! Where did the police go! Someone is committing murder in the street!"

"Hurry up and find a way to deal with this idiot! I still want to continue watching the live broadcast!"...

The audience in the live broadcast room are used to laughing and joking, and they don’t have any strong feelings about this Middle Ages except that it is a little behind and has supernatural power. They feel that it is not very different from modern society, but they didn’t really realize it until this moment. This is not a civilized modern society.

This is a different world where you could lose your life at any time.

After the "Hero, spare your life", neither of them spoke. The scene was very quiet, and Norman could even hear his rapid breathing clearly.

huh, huh, huh...

At the same time, Norman's eyes were fixed on the man without blinking: After adapting to the dark light here, he vaguely saw the appearance of the man.

This is a young man who looks to be in his early twenties at most. He is not thin and thin, but he is far from being as muscular as Norman.He had a good face, and his blond hair was dazzling in the dark. He was looking at himself with interest at the moment, as if he didn't expect Norman to shout such words.

Where did he seem to have seen this person?
Norman's mind was running rapidly, and he kept going back to his memory, only to stop somewhere for a moment.

It was the woman who had appeared in his dream!

He remembered that the night he saw that woman, several people also descended from the sky like that woman and left together to protect her, and one of them was him!But at that time the young man was wearing armor, but now he was wearing light linen clothes.

I don't know if it's because of Norman's "Hero, spare your life", this guy who just stabbed him with a sword without saying a word is not in a hurry to do it now.

He even drew his sword back, hanging by his side, pointing at the ground.

Seeing that the danger was temporarily lifted, Norman heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "Are you..." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, his whole body muscles tensed, like an arrow flying from the string towards the This young man rushed over!

If possible, Norman wanted to beg for mercy, but after he saw the young man's eyes clearly, he knew that was impossible.

He had seen this kind of look before Master Barton executed McGee with a smile in front of the whole village. No matter how much McGee's relatives cried and pleaded, Master Barton's determination to execute McGee could not be shaken.

He will never forget this look!
Only by knocking down or even killing this person can he be safe. There is no other way, so he decisively chose to attack.

Norman clenched his fist with his right hand, and used all his strength to bombard the man's head - he knew that his strength was naturally much stronger than ordinary people, so he didn't dare to use all his strength even in fights, but now his life was in danger. He couldn't care less about it.

Norman moved quickly, but the young man moved even faster.

Norman saw the young man kicking directly towards his chest. The speed of this kick was so fast that even Norman's eyes could barely catch it, let alone react immediately, so he was firmly kicked. He kicked his chest, and the whole person flew backwards, hit the wall behind him, made a muffled "bang", and then fell to the ground.

"Cough cough!..."

Norman struggled to get up from the ground, his expression twisted and painful.

The young man looked not as strong as him, but his strength was unbelievably strong. The kick on his chest made him feel like the bones in his chest were going to be broken, and he couldn't catch his breath all at once. Now he can catch his breath immediately. It hurts every time I breathe.

The young man looked at Norman, the original vigilance in his eyes gradually dissipated, but the sword in his hand was still hanging by his side.

Norman coughed and waved at the young man, signaling that he would not do it again.

"I……"

After his breathing became a little easier, Norman spoke again, but before he finished speaking, the whole person suddenly rushed forward.

This time his target was not the opponent's head, but the legs.

But the young man kicked him on the shoulder again, kicking him back into the air.

Then Norman went up again, was kicked back again, went up again, was kicked back again...

He was like a brave warrior who was not afraid of death. He attacked this murderer who wanted his life again and again, but was disintegrated time and time again.And that young man was not in a hurry to kill him anymore, he just kicked his chest, shoulders, thighs, waist, arms...

This young man was like a cat that caught a mouse, not eager to kill Norman, but playing with it to his heart's content.

Until Norman stood up for the last time.

The left face was red and swollen, the right eye was black and blue, the forehead was bruised and blood was flowing down, and the blood flowed from the eyeball, and the world was all blood red; when looking down, the chest was slightly sunken in strangely, and the bones of the right arm and hand were broken. He hangs powerlessly by his side; the bone of his left leg seems to be misplaced, and the pain penetrates into the bone marrow with a little force, so Norman can only focus on his right leg, standing with his whole body tilted; the kick on his stomach It seems that his muscles have been torn, and it is heartbreaking to stand upright. Norman can only bow his body...

tick, tick...

The blood on Norman's face dripped down his chin to the ground. It was very quiet in this dead street, reflecting his heavy breathing like a bellows.

Although he was standing, his whole body was trembling, as if a gust of wind could knock him down.

But he still tried to stand, his left hand clenched into a fist.

This might be his last chance.

Norman's heart was unprecedentedly quiet, and everyone who saw the blood-red world through his eyes fell silent.

They couldn't see the panorama, but this didn't prevent them from following Norman and rushing towards the murderer again and again, and then were kicked back from various angles again and again, until Norman's breathing became more and more heavy, until The blood that flowed from Norman's brow stained the world red until the world in their eyes trembled.

Norman couldn't even stand still.

"Don't go any further..."

Finally a mage spoke, muttering, persuading Norman not to go any further.

"Surrender and beg for mercy..."

Others said so.

This group of people living in a peaceful world saw such a tragic scene for the first time, and they no longer knew what to say.

The Knights Templar, who had communicated with Norman before, were no better than these people when faced with this kind of scene.

Surrender and beg for mercy?

Norman smiled bitterly in his heart.

He would have liked to, but would it work?

The other party's eyes now are the same as those at the moment when Master Barton executed McGee. The next moment, he will probably die like McGee. These are things that the master mages in his body don't understand, and he doesn't either. Empty to explain.

But what has to be done is still to be done.

Norman took a deep breath, probably his last in this world.

He clenched his fists, intending to launch this last charge.

"Never give up hope."

This is a sentence that old Norman has been using to comfort him since he was a child, and he has been saying this until his death, and it is also the only thing that old Norman has taught him besides farm work for so many years.

And at this time, the young man who had been silent all this time finally spoke.

"If I had met you earlier, maybe you could have been my knight squire and shine my shoes."

The young man looked at Norman and said this with a regretful tone, as if it would be Norman's honor to shine his shoes.

Just as blood flowed into his eyes again, Norman blinked his eyes, and before he had time to think, a mage in his heart cried out.

"I fucked Nima so hard!!!"

(End of this chapter)