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Coat of Arms of the Wolf Chapter 85 Moth (3)

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    Living is not a will, but a consciousness and a form.

    The moment the knife left Xiao Liu¡¯s neck, Xiao Liu breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the muddy ground with weak legs.

    He doesn¡¯t want to die. Just like all children of his age, he will naturally weave many beautiful fantasies for those distant futures.

    "roll!"

    When Xiao Dao coldly exhaled this word, Xiao Liu also raised his head in a daze and looked at the face that showed disdain and hatred.

    The knife did not kill him, perhaps not out of understanding for a cowardly young man, but more because of the disdain shown on his face.

    Disdain can be disdain for cowardice, or it can be seen as disdain to dilute the strong revenge poison for a timid boy, and no matter which one it is, it is enough to keep Xiao Liu alive.

    Living is a good thing, especially for a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. However, the strange thing is that Xiaoliu has not left. At least at this moment, he is still facing the face of the man with a heavy look of disdain for him.  , the face of hatred.

    "I do not go!"

    What kind of mood and courage prompted Xiao Liu to say these three words that seemed so boring?  Xiaodao didn't think about it, just because he didn't bother to understand a cowardly young man.

    "You have saved me, so I give you one last chance, get out of here!"

    Xiao Liu looked at the face filled with disdain, hatred and cruel murderous intent quietly. If he said he was not afraid at all at this moment, it would be a lie, and he was trembling at this moment.

    "I do not go!"

    "Okay, very good!" The knife was in his hand, and there was no distance between them. As the right hand holding the handle of the knife rose steadily, the knife was between his eyebrows, and Xiao Liu's  Between the eyebrows.

    Waves of coldness burst out from the tip of the knife and pierced between the eyebrows. Even if it hadn't touched him yet, it had already frozen Xiaoliu's expression, sight and even thoughts.

    Trembling, the unspeakable and rich fear originating from the depths of the soul flashed in a trembling manner under the close proximity of death.

    Fear can deprive all power and all thinking, thereby achieving the most complete control purpose.

    However, everything always has two sides, yin and yang, positive and negative, white and black, so what fear gives is not a complete deprivation, but also a hidden gift.

    It can give people power, it can give people thinking, it can give people the so-called truth, and all of this depends on how you face it.

    Xiaoliu was afraid, and was afraid of death out of biological instinct. However, instead of running away at this moment, he used all his strength to face this strong fear.

    "Iescaped once, but I will never escape again this time!"

    The knife was slightly startled. He looked coldly at the young man who fell to the ground and could not stop trembling but still held his head high. The strong disdain on his face gradually faded away unconsciously.

    "Brother Dao please, give me a chance, give me a chance to avenge Brother Han!"

    "Just you?"

    "yes!"

    "Aren't you afraid of death?"

    "Afraid!" Xiao Liu answered instinctively without any hesitation.  However, the strange thing is that in those resolute eyes, it is difficult for anyone to detect a hint of fear.

    Xiao Dao was stunned for a moment, but Piao Tian Literature Network said: "What can you do."

    Xiaoliu thought for a while and said resolutely: "I can do many things that you can't do, Brother Dao."

    Xiaodao's face, which gradually calmed down after hearing this, suddenly flashed a ferocious and twisted look again. To stimulate a person who is swallowed up by hatred is undoubtedly as stupid as sticking his head into the mouth of a hungry and crazy beast, not to mention  Xiao Dao also had a knife in his hand, not to mention that the knife was right between Xiao Liu's eyebrows.

    However, Xiao Liu is not stupid, nor is he crazy. At least, such a resolute look should never appear on the face of a madman.

    "The reason why you are dressed like this is because you cannot be noticed by Namjoon, but it is naturally very difficult to not be noticed by Namjoon in Namjoon's territory, not to mention the situation where Namjoon is on guard.  So even if you have exhausted all your strength to hide the traces, wouldn¡¯t it be foolish to want to take revenge?¡±

    How reasonable Xiaoliu¡¯s words are, Xiao Dao can¡¯t help but understand that it is already very difficult to deal with Namjoon, but to deal with him in Namjoon¡¯s territory, isn¡¯t it as naive as a dream?

    In this case, even if he risked his life to fight with Namjoon, I'm afraid he hasn't rushed to Namjoon's side yet.His body was exposed on the street not long ago.

    Silence is often regarded as an answer, and at this moment, Xiao Liu seemed to have found the answer in Daozi's twisted look that he didn't want to answer.

    "But I'm different."

    "Are you different?" Xiao Dao's face twisted in an instant, and the knife in his hand was pressed against Xiao Liu's eyebrows.

    The cold current is like an electric shock. The cold current is even far better than the blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent, making people tremble and tremble.

    However, Xiao Liu still raised the corners of his lips, showing a somewhat forced and helpless smile that was almost mocking.

    "Yes, the only difference between me and you is that he will never lift me up like he did you. He will not take me seriously, and no one will ever treat a timid and fearful person like him.  Cowardly children look down upon you."

    The knife slowly disappeared from the center of Xiao Liu's eyebrows, and slowly dropped from the hand of the knife. Perhaps it was just because he understood this deep powerlessness and despair, and just because he had felt the same before.

    "So he would never have thought that even a timid, cowardly and incompetent child like me would sometimes make up his mind to do something."

    Xiao Dao was listening, listening quietly. I had to say that what Xiao Liu said was not only very reasonable but also very touching. It was a pity that he forgot one thing.

    "If he knew you were going to deal with him, you would die."

    When Xiao Dao said this sentence coldly with that creepy expression, Xiao Liu's heart suddenly tightened. He knew that this was definitely not a joke.

    However, after only a brief moment of silence, Xiao Liu looked at the knife resolutely again, "Then I have to find an opportunity for revenge before he finds me."

    "You want me to believe you?"

    "You must believe me, right?"

    Xiao Dao looked at Xiao Liu coldly, and after a while he opened his mouth again and said, "What if you betray me?"

    Xiao Liu's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The knife is in your hand, and I am right in front of you. If you don't believe me, you might as well kill me now. If you can't avenge Brother Han, if you can't get rid of the courageous person you once were,  I'm a coward, I'd rather die."

    When Xiao Dao didn¡¯t speak, his expression was very gloomy, and it was even more so now. He gave people the impression of a calm madman, a calm madman who would swing the knife at you at any time.

    "You'd better not disappoint me."

    When Xiao Dao said these words, Xiao Liu also exhaled heavily. He didn't want to die. However, when he stood up with a smile, Xiao Dao then said something that made his smile freeze.  .

    "Remember if you dare to lie to me, I will definitely kill you. Even if you die, I will definitely kill you before I die!"

    If such words are not a joke, they must be a threat. However, Xiao Liu can clearly sense in those faces with strong murderous intent. This is neither a joke nor a threat, but the truth, the truth that has never been told before.
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