On the other side, Fatty Wang looked at the mercenaries who were blown away and breathed a sigh of relief, "Comrade Naive's move is better."
Liu Sang turned his back and took off his noise-cancelling headphones. Fatty Wang had a smile on his face, "Look, I've blown up these grandsons, and I don't even know my mother anymore."
Liu Sang rolled his eyes and said nothing, leaving Fatty Wang with a cold profile.
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"What are the origins of these people?" Wuerbai asked, looking at the mercenaries.
Wuxie on the side opened his mouth and was about to say something when Zhang Qiling pinned him to the ground. The bullet flew over his head and entered the tree behind him.
Wu Erbai's pupils shrank and he squatted down next to him. He looked at Wu Xie worriedly, fearing that something would happen to him.
Wuxie just came back to her senses and saw that he was so worried about her, so she shook her head to indicate that she was fine.
Next to him, Zhang Qiling raised his head excitedly, his eyes shining brightly, "That little mouse hiding in the dark for sneak attacks, I'll go meet him." After saying that, he lowered his body and left.
Seeing this, Wuxie wanted to stop him, but failed. Wuerbai pushed him at this moment, "Stop lying down, let's get out of here quickly."
Hearing this, Wuxie reacted. He stood up and ran to the side. Wuerbai and Erjing followed behind him. Bullets flew past his side from time to time. They found a low-lying place to hide.
Zhang Qiling walked through the woods and came around behind Jiang Zisuan. Looking at the man lying on the ground and shooting in the distance, Zhang Qiling walked over and kicked the sniper rifle away from his hand.
His hands were suddenly empty. Jiang Zisuan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He quickly stood up and looked at Zhang Qiling warily. The moment he saw his face clearly, two words appeared in Jiang Zisuan's mind: It's over.
Jiang Zisuan's eyes were fixed on Zhang Qiling, and he moved back without any trace. He looked at Zhang Qiling with a hint of ridicule in his eyes, "Zhang Qiling, I never thought that even a person like you could be bewitched by innocence. , do you really think Wuxie regards you as a brother? Don't be naive. In his eyes, you are just a thug. Every time he encounters difficulties, he will let you go, but he himself hides behind. People like him are the most disgusting. If you use the kindness of others to achieve your own goals, you will be deceived by his appearance, and he is a selfish and dark guy on the inside."
After saying this, he felt it was not enough and continued: "Do you think he really did it for you? Think about it carefully. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have to go through so many dangers, and you wouldn't almost lose your life several times."
After listening to what Jiang Zisuan said, Zhang Qiling looked at him with a look that looked like an idiot, "No, it's too obvious for you to sow discord, and you haven't seen it with your own eyes, so you just think what the truth is. That way, you look darker."
Jiang Zi was speechless for a moment. After a while, he finally said: "Wu Xie is that kind of person. That's how he bewitched my sister back then. My sister died in the Snake Swamp because of him, but that man I don’t feel any guilt at all, and I have lived with peace of mind until now. Now that you believe him, one day you will end up like my sister.”
Zhang Qiling looked at him strangely. In fact, he never understood why Jiang Zisuan blamed Wuxie for Aning's death. After all, Aning's death had nothing to do with Wuxie. Aning's death in Snake Marsh was completely accidental. At the beginning, no one thought that Aning would stay there forever, not even the readers.
Zhang Qiling cleared his throat and said, "But your sister was bitten to death by a pheasant's neck. This has nothing to do with Wuxie at all. Why do you say it is because of Wuxie?"
"What do you know!" Jiang Zisuan clenched his hands and looked at Zhang Qiling with red eyes, looking like he wanted to kill him.
Zhang Qiling glanced at the photo in Jiang Zisuan's hand and felt convinced. The person closest to him passed away, but he couldn't even see the body. How could he not hate it, even if it was his sister's choice? , but how could he accept it? He hated Aning for abandoning him, but she was his only sister after all. How could he let it go? The hatred could not disappear, so it could only be transferred.
