Fear is a psychology, an emotion, and a despair that can completely defeat and devour a person. At this moment, both Flea's expression and his reaction are obviously the best interpretation of the word fear.
And the reason why he was so frightened and why he completely collapsed under the swallowing of these unprecedented fears was only because of the man in front of him, that leaf with blood on his face, standing like a Shura.
Flea shouldn¡¯t be so scared. After all, everything he did happened after Ye Zi fell, so he should have lied and should have blamed Wu for everything.
But under the gaze of a pair of eyes full of murderous intent, not only did he not have the courage to speak, he was even unable to maintain his balance under the devouring fear.
However, just when he was about to reach the end, he felt his eyes go dark, and suddenly there was a huge force holding him up. No, it was not so much holding him up, it would be better to say that his whole face was grabbed by something. appropriate.
What was it that caught him? In just a short moment, Flea got the answer from the bursts of strange force coming from his face that seemed to be able to break bones.
Hands, hands as steely as iron.
This is Ye Zi's hand. Even if he can no longer see anything, even if he has lost his sense in the devouring of fear, he can still clearly know that he is rising at a slow and steady speed.
"You did something you should never do." When the cold voice reached Flea's ears, his whole body couldn't help but tremble violently.
"Death is your only atonement."
When the cold and ruthless voice sounded again, Flea was like a corpse being lifted up in the air. There was no movement at all, but this silent calm was diluted by the brown liquid gurgling from his crotch after a moment. , he waved his limbs randomly, almost frantically beating the arm that seemed to be integrated with his face. However, his struggle seemed so weak under the arm that had not loosened at all. .
Takeman watched in surprise. Even he was completely attracted by the scene in front of him. After all, it was all so weird and shocking that it made him doubt that the man who grabbed people like balls and No matter how much he struggles, Ye Zi remains as calm as a mountain. Can he still be called a human being?
Just when Wu was obsessed with the shocking scene in front of him, an even more shocking scene happened immediately.
The leaf moved. Even a person like Wu, who has excellent dynamic vision, could not completely capture the movement of the leaf.
The movements of the leaves are not only very fast, but also very concise, not only very concise but also very powerful. When these three are integrated into one, perhaps only art can describe it.
¡®Bang¡¯ sounded instantly like the sound of an empty coconut shell hitting a stone, and blood splashed everywhere, blooming like a red flower under the gorgeous light.
Beauty, shocking beauty, creepy beauty.
When Wu¡¯s crescent-like eyes reflected this poignant scene, they suddenly shone with unusual excitement.
Violence is not only an aesthetic, but also an art. Whether it is the perpetrator or the victim, at this moment, in Wu's eyes, they are already the most brilliant art in the world.
However, there is no so-called eternity in this world, and for this world, the so-called beauty is often the shock of a glimpse.
Blood flowers fall, and when those originally sparkling and coquettish blood flowers fall, those stunning shocks also disappear in an instant.
Wu silently looked at the calm eyes before him, silently at the floors that had become even dirtier and more ugly, and silently at the flea's body that had gradually stopped twitching, with its crescent-like eyes. A hint of disappointment flashed through him.
However, when Wu saw the tall figure standing up slowly, when he saw the face stained with hot blood, when he saw the pair of ruthless pupils that were no different from before, he felt disappointed. An intoxicating blush suddenly appeared on his face.
Wu stood up slowly, with a hint of trembling from his soul, and with those longings from the heart, he looked at Ye Zi with the eyes of a girl looking at the prince.
"You are indeed the strongest person." Wu couldn't help but tremble with excitement and said. However, the moment he said these words, he seemed to think of something and overturned his previous remarks, "No, you are not, you are not people."
"You are a monster, an out-and-out monster, a complete monster." However, the moment Wu came to this conclusion, he shook his head vigorously and murmured: "Nono"
Silence is only short-livedAfter a moment of silence, Wu looked at Ye Zi again with increasingly excited and hot eyes, as if he had thought of something.
"God of Death! Yes, you are the real God of Death, you are the living God of Death, you are the God of Death who can create perfect art from death!"
When Wu said this with a trembling and excited expression as if he was possessed by something, Ye Zi also slowly raised his head and looked coldly at Wu, whose whole body was shining with excitement.
Looking at each other in an extremely natural way, Wu began to tremble with excitement, and his face, which was as bright as a peach blossom, became more and more charming.
"Come, Death, let us fight each other, let us leave behind all the pleasure of fighting."
Ye Zi looked at Wu silently, looking at Wu who said such cruel words with an expression of enjoyment, a trace of strong disgust could not help but flash in those ruthless eyes.
"I refuse." The three words he said coldly made it sound like there was no trace of confusion, no trace of uneasiness, and not even a trace of emotion.
The moment Wu received this answer, his pupils could not help but tighten, revealing a look of unimaginable resentment. However, strangely, he regained his composure in the next moment.
"You will not refuse. Whether it is Namjoon's death or the bloodthirsty beast in your heart, you will definitely fight with me."
Wu paused for a moment, and then with that beautiful and incomparable smile, he slowly stretched out his hand, "Come on, fight with me, bite whoever you want, or be killed by me!"
Ye Zi looked at Wu coldly and said expressionlessly: "Indeed, all I am thinking about now is how to make you taste the most cruel way to die"
"I hate it." Wu interrupted Ye Zi's words with his excited and trembling voice, and then said with an expression that was like a girl enjoying her first night but showing shyness: "Don't say these embarrassing words."
Ye Zi once again revealed a strong sense of disgust. He didn't like being interrupted when he was talking. What he didn't like even more was a man making such a coquettish gesture. What disgusted him the most was Wu Na's cruelty. Treat it as a perverted psychology of interest.
However, even so, he still had no intention of taking action. Could it be said that the man known as the God of Death would also be afraid, or did he have other plans at this moment?