I am the king of killing.
I am a bloodthirsty butcher.
I am cruelty personified.
The dark decade of the apocalypse.
I have been betrayed by relatives and friends, stabbed by brothers, and had my cheeks stepped into the mud and filth of sewers. My dignity was shattered, leaving only a heart for revenge.
Finally... I climbed to the highest throne in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
Finally... I'm back.
(Brain storage place... don't go away, let's have fun in the first chapter, go go go go!!)
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stadium.
Excited heart.
Shaking hands.
Yang Feng waited in line for two hours, holding a cup of Internet celebrity milk tea and looking around the basketball court.
A perfect silhouette came into view, with waterfall-like smooth hair hanging down to the seat. She sat there quietly for years, gentle and innocent.
That was clearly the goddess Yang Feng was pursuing - Shen Mengyao.
"Hey!"
"It's... it's autumn..."
“Although it’s a bit earthy, this can be considered the first cup of milk tea in autumn~~”
Yang Feng scratched his head in embarrassment, his expression was a little reserved, and he said some earthy love words that he learned from somewhere, which could make people feel like they were in three rooms and one living room.
"Thank you, Yang Feng."
Shen Mengyao showed a gentle but polite smile, her eyes averted slightly, and her slender fingers pulled the hair beside her ears.
Yang Feng couldn't help but be stunned by this small movement.
"I'll message you later!"
Shen Mengyao held her cell phone and gently shook her hand, asking Yang Feng to leave temporarily in a tactful way. However, her beautiful eyes inadvertently glanced at a man sweating on the basketball court.
"good!"
"Let's talk tonight!!"
Yang Feng was filled with excitement. He got the opportunity to chat with the goddess again. It was a real win. Not to mention waiting in line for two hours, even 20 hours was worth it.
He exchanged a few more pleasantries and turned to leave.
Yang Feng seemed a little reluctant to give up, and wanted to walk back to say a few words of concern.
A shocking scene appeared.
Shen Mengyao gently picked up the milk tea and threw it into the trash can while no one was paying attention.
Chilling.
Yang Feng's heart suddenly tightened, an indescribable stinging pain that twisted his heart.
A whistle blew.
During the intermission of the basketball court, a muscular man, exuding the aura of male hormones, walked towards Shen Mengyao.
That was... Cheng Zijie, the rich second generation member of the basketball team.
Shen Mengyao immediately picked up the towel that had been prepared and handed it to the man in front of her gently, wiping his sweat carefully.
Cheng Zijie was not polite and hugged Shen Mengyao. The hot sweat all over his body soaked Shen Mengyao's clothes, but she just blushed and continued to wipe the sweat for him.
Why?
Why are they so close and when did they meet?
Could it be that the goddess Shen Mengyao doesn't just have a crush on me?
"I saw it all just now."
"That boy, are you bringing you milk tea?"
"hehe."
Cheng Zijie seemed to sense a certain line of sight and looked in the direction of Yang Feng. While letting go of Shen Mengyao, he picked up the basketball and threw it over.
Bang.
There was a loud bang and the basketball hit him in the face.
Yang Feng's nose was bleeding, his whole body leaned back, and the back of his head hit the concrete floor heavily.
The world is spinning.
The world went dark.
An extremely intense feeling of dizziness, accompanied by an indescribable illusion, emitting the light of colorful glass.
Like a revolving door, countless dark and bloody scenes passed through his mind one by one, and a large number of memories from the future poured into his brain crazily.
The tearing pain, accompanied by a large amount of memories, gradually made the picture clearer and clearer.
came back! !
I'm back! !
Yang Feng opened his eyes, and a restrained and ruthless light flashed through him, no longer as childish as before.
"This is...the stadium??"
“Isn’t it time for the apocalyptic disaster to break out?”
Yang Feng muttered to himself, his breath filled with the smell of blood. After wiping his nostrils, he realized that he had lost his job.
Yes.
I used to be a little cowardly, a little immature, and was often bullied.
After the end of the world, after experiencing countless betrayals, countless humiliations, and countless crazy fights, I finally cut through the thorns and slaughtered a bloody path.
"Your name is Yang Feng, right?"
Cheng Zijie walked slowly over, and several of his teammates who were playing basketball with him also gathered around him. He did not feel sorry for the fact that he had just broken Yang Feng's nose.
"Shen Mengyao has many suitors."
"But you licking dog makes me feel a little sick."
"I just taught you a lesson. Don't get close to Shen Mengyao in the future. Do you understand?"
Cheng Zijie slowly knelt down, grabbed Yang Feng's collar, and stared at him with contempt as if he were looking at trash.
Goddess Shen Mengyao stood on one side, her reddish face a little worried, but in the end she bit her lips and turned her face away.
"oh?"
Yang Feng sneered and his eyes became sharper.
The memory is so old that it is a little blurry. It turns out that I still have a goddess that I am pursuing, and it seems that she is not on my side?
"what are you laughing at!!"
Cheng Zijie saw that he was actually sneering, and an evil fire arose in his heart. He raised his fist and wanted to teach Yang Feng a lesson.
At this moment.
From the corner of Yang Feng's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a discarded sausage skewer nearby. Without any hesitation, he grabbed it in his hand and poked it first.
Ruthless.
Vicious.
No sloppiness.
With a soft sound, the bamboo stick penetrated the throat accurately, piercing it from one side and then piercing it from the other side.
"do not move."
"I didn't puncture your artery."
"But if you move around, you will die."
The corners of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, revealing a devilish smile, and his eyes flashed with a sharp and cold light, as if a poisonous snake was watching its prey.
Cheng Zijie covered his throat, but the fear made him forget the pain and scream for a moment.
Unbelievable.
Incredible.
Cheng Zijie's eyes were full of horror, and he looked at Yang Feng's eyes, which were like cold knives, making people afraid to look directly at him.
"pity."
"The disaster hasn't happened yet, so it's not convenient to kill people."
"Otherwise, I'll be in trouble...I'll have to tear you apart."
Yang Feng's face was close to Cheng Zijie's, and his upward smile was a little twisted, even looking a little ferocious and terrifying, like a demon with his ears split open.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
"Yeah yeah yeah!!"
The crowd around them finally reacted, and someone screamed loudly.
Shen Mengyao also covered her mouth in disbelief. She didn't expect that Yang Feng, who had always been willing to be a dog licker, would actually do such a terrifying thing.
A strong man next to Cheng Zijie, who seemed to have good skills, was the first to react.
He raised his fist and was about to attack.
This moment was captured by Yang Feng. Although his physical fitness was very poor, he had honed his superb fighting skills through countless killing and fighting.
Quick eyes and quick hands.
Yang Feng moved his feet strangely, dodged the punch, and grabbed forward with both hands, grabbing the strong man's other arm.
Take two hands and hold two fingers.
Click! !
Yang Feng glared hard, exerted force with both hands, and folded his hands outwards at the same time. He vaguely heard the sound of broken porcelain pieces, and his thick fingers twisted irregularly.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
The strong man screamed like a slaughtered pig. The severe pain caused him to lose his fighting ability instantly. His face turned pale and he was sweating. He knelt on the ground and screamed in pain.
Too fragile.
It was just two broken fingers, and he was yelling like this.
Yang Feng's cold eyes flashed with disdain and contempt, and he scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes: "I advise you not to do anything. Next time, it won't just be two fingers."
One sentence.
Everyone unconsciously avoided their gazes and took a step back, not daring to participate in this matter.
"Yang Feng..."
Shen Mengyao crossed her arms, her eyes were complicated, full of disbelief and shock, and she stepped forward to say something to Yang Feng.
Snapped.
Yang Feng slapped her in the face with his backhand.
Five finger prints immediately appeared on the face of the goddess Shen Mengyao, and the bright red color was clearly visible.
"Who are you JB??"
Yang Feng was condescending and continued to look at her with contempt. For him now, there was no such thing as a goddess.
Love game?
So childish.
