The Unrighteous God In Marvel

Chapter 65: The meaning of life

   Touched the blood on his neck, Murakami couldn't remember when he had a backflow of blood.

   As an old monster who has lived through the entire industrial age and is four or five hundred years old, Murakami is too qualified to tell this old story with simplicity and dust.

   In Leon's disgusting gaze, Murakami licked the blood on his finger, then turned his head and vomited it on the ground.

   I didn't question any sneak attacks. In your life and death battle, you cut your eyes, and Murakami has never done anything like Yang Shao.

   The battle of life and death is always about life and death!

   The wound on his neck does not affect the battle, but Murakami is almost unacceptable to being cut so easily by the opponent.

   He has practiced martial arts for hundreds of years, constantly breaking through his limits, pursuing the pinnacle of skills, and even he himself is a living martial arts epic.

   But he found that he might not be able to beat a slashing and slashing strong man.

   Leon’s rough gripping of the knife and rougher attacking methods, his stance, and his power to master Murakami’s eyesight are of course ugly and unsightly.

   But this is such a guy, one move tells himself to retreat, one move makes himself see blood.

  信, maybe it was killed by such a trick, that guy...

   did not lie.

   For a moment, Murakami felt a bit disappointed by his hard work for hundreds of years of living in the world.

  In the face of absolute power, skills become worthless at all.

   So, what is the value of the martial arts that I have worked so hard for over a hundred years, and the tricks I contemplated? What is the value of my life?

   "Young man!"

Ah?

   Leon scratched his head, what does this old immortal want to say?

   Like asking Leon, more like asking himself, Murakami said: "What is the meaning of life..."

   Tony, who was fighting with Alexandra on the side, took a moment to look here.

   I'm so full of enthusiasm, you actually have a symposium over there!

   Tony has little combat experience, and it is not so coincidental that he encountered an old monster with a lot of combat experience. This woman has been studying to become stronger for hundreds of years, and she has talent and means.

As for Tony, although the armor is very strong, the environment here does not allow him to use full firepower, unless he wants to drag everyone into the ground together, so Tony, the strongest on the surface, is instead **** and fights very hard. .

   Instead, it was Mark and the stickman. You punched me, and it was very lively. The stickman is even more exaggerated, focusing on delay and defense throughout the whole process, making up his mind to hold one person, waiting for others to get his opponent to come and support.

  ...

   Leon, listening to Murakami’s sudden literary and artistic question is also a shock.

   But who is Lyon? The mental patient has a broad mind, and the second is more joyful than the youth!

   was confused for only three seconds, and Murakami was still confused. Leon gave the answer directly.

   "The meaning of life?"

   Throwing the knife to the ground, crossing his hands on the handle, Leon said solemnly and earnestly: "Of course it's for pornography!"

Um?

Um?

Um?

Um?

Um?

   The battlefield was quiet for a few seconds, and several "huh?" came from everywhere.

   "Do...make porn?!"

   "That's right!"

   lowered his head slightly, Leon said in the low male voice that narrated the ancient cold weapon war on the TV show.

  "We ate colorful food, and finally pulled out the yellow happy rice.

   We drank colorless water, and finally turned into yellowish urine and passed out of the body.

  'S white coat was wet with sweat left over from running around for life, and finally turned yellow.

   The bright red blood dries up and will turn yellow over time.

   No matter how lush plants die, they will be yellow when they wither.

   The living tree is cut open, and the trunk is also yellow.

  Grease is also yellow.

   Plant photosynthesis produces oxygen that we depend on for survival. Oxygen causes metal to oxidize and rust and turn yellow.

  Even the fruits produced by plants themselves will be oxidized and turn yellow.

  Natural animals, herbivorous deer are yellow, and carnivorous tigers and leopards are also yellow.

   The origin of all life, the sun is yellow, and it also tans all white things into yellow.

   All the fallen leaves of life return to their roots and turn into dust. As a result, the dust is also yellow.

   Even the flame of life burning and radiating light is yellow.

   Life has no other meaning, and the earth only likes yellow.

  Everything may not be that complicated. Maybe our earth doesn't want to look blue or green. It likes yellow.

   And you and me are just tools for producing yellow.

   Your life should be used to make pornography! Not for crime!

   If you have done yellow for hundreds of years, we will definitely not be the result of this swordsman meeting at this time.

   I will even give you a hug and say: Good person! I wish the original poster will never die!

   Murakami, are you enlightened! "

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

   After Leon had finished speaking, the entire underground space was completely quiet, and even Tony's type of gunner was speechless.

   Lyon was the only one left in the audience muttering: Understand the applause! Then he clapped himself like a seal patting his belly.

Grandmaster! I made a mistake! (No mistake!)

   Murakami was also dumbfounded.

   Ah, this...

  This, this, it sounds reasonable, but...

   There must be something wrong with it!

"You fool me!!"

   watched Leon clapping his hands there, and learned that the magician bowed to the non-existent audience.

   Murakami finally reacted.

   has always been gentle and gentle, and the master-styled Murakami, the kung fu that has been cultivated for hundreds of years was broken by Leon in 30 seconds.

   gnashing his teeth and holding the knife at Leon and slashing at him, the moves and skills are not important anymore. Murakami just wants to stab him now!

   And Lyon, who is on the opposite side, has an absolute advantage in speed. At this time, he moves lightly and calmly dodges. On the contrary, he looks more like a master, especially, this boy is still pretending to be carrying a hand on his back.

   If he can't speak, it's more like it.

   "You can't do this, brother!"

   "What's your hairstyle in the past?"

   "You have to stand up!"

   "Ah! Haha, I lied to you, but you really almost cut me down."

   "Wow, you can cut such a thick stone, you deserve to be a master who has practiced for hundreds of years~"

   Murakami was in a state of confusion, but Leon had broken his work just now, and Leon was still spitting venom. The more he wanted to calm down his moves, the more his moves became out of shape.

   These are not the main points. The key to the problem is that Murakami knew clearly from the time he asked that sentence that he was not the opponent of this unknown weird.

   This collapse of belief is the real reason for Murakami's sudden and disastrous defeat.

   Holding the knife, Leon hid from left to right, his mouth was not idle, and from time to time he was given a knife when Murakami was too old to change his trick.

   After chasing Leon for a long time, Leon was unscathed. Murakami, who was chasing people, had wounds all over his body, and his suits were about to rot into rags.

   Kneeling on one knee, holding the knee with one hand, and holding the knife in the other, Murakami panted heavily. At this time, Murakami's sanity gradually returned, and he began to be scared.

   afraid of losing, more afraid of death.

  The longer you live, the more you are afraid of death, especially for people like him. After all, the five of them are walking towards the beginning of sin because they are afraid of death.

   Hidden his sight, Murakami observed the situation on the altar.

   "Time... is almost the end..."

Oh! There are flaws!

   appeared behind Murakami for an instant, and Leon Hengda was placed on Murakami's neck: "You, what are you looking at over there?"

   Leon had noticed from the very beginning. It was obvious that the five of them could attack together, and somehow they left one on the stone platform.

   In the entire underground, apart from a few eye-mounted torches on the wall, only this stone platform is artificially constructed. If it is not tricky, Leon doesn't believe it.

   Slowly pressed the knife back, Murakami firmly supported it with the knife, and tried his best to resist.

   "Don't you want to know the meaning of life?"

   Leon said: "I don't know about others, or even my own. However, I know yours."

   pushed the knife back a little bit, Murakami's hands had already begun to tremble, his legs were also on the ground, and the demeanor of an expert was no longer left at all.

   "You have lived for so many years, just to put the purification value into my hands!"

   It was too late to think about what the purification value is, Leon, who had been staying alive, suddenly used force and violently pulled back!

  Murakami, Xiaoshou.

   Ps: The number of words in this chapter is pretty good. Hahaha! Please ask for tickets~ Give me all the tickets for tomorrow!

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