MM Racing Chapter 89 When she was… she called out your name.
Chapter 89 When she was… she called out your name.
But now, the Sunflower Man's fist has shattered his illusion of invincibility.
He took a slow breath, all the assassin skills flashing through his mind, his eyes shifting from arrogance to calmness.
"I underestimated you."
Zhao Zhuikong tried to stall for time with words, but Wang Lu didn't care and said calmly:
"Wrong judgment can cause you to lose the most important thing in your life."
"The most important thing..."
Zhao Zhuikong pondered these words for a moment.
For him, the most important thing was not his own life, but Zhao Yingkong, who was in Wang Lu's hands.
Zhao Zhuikong gave a wry smile and nodded: "What you said is true, it is indeed the most important thing."
If he dies here, he won't be able to help Zhao Yingkong overcome her inner demons, so he can't die.
His gaze swept across the surroundings, and he discovered that the three sunflower men had completely blocked the way. Doors, windows, and even walls were all firmly guarded.
"Are you looking for an escape route?" Wang Lu asked.
"That's right," Zhao Zhuikong readily admitted.
"Then I advise you to save your energy." As he spoke, Wang Lu teleported to Zhao Zhuikong's front.
Zhao Zhuikong's eyes suddenly flashed!
too fast!
He didn't even catch a glimpse of Wang Lu's movement before he discovered the enemy was already standing in front of him.
His heart sank completely.
Even if you manage to escape the library, you'll be easily caught.
“…………”
It seems I really do need to prepare my last words.
When this thought came to mind, Zhao Zhuikong's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Zhao Yingkong.
Her face was still flushed, as if she was still immersed in the humiliation or pleasure she had just experienced.
Zhao Yingkong noticed his gaze and said coldly, "Now you should understand that today is your death day. It's just a pity that I'm not the one who will kill you."
"Hehe, that's quite a pity." Zhao Zhuikong's smile was no longer relaxed.
He felt a pang of regret for trying to show off.
If you don't try to show off, you can easily get a lot of side quests by simply assembling a normal Reincarnation Squad and relying on your superb assassination skills and genetic lock.
However, in his attempt to force a certain persona, he wasted a lot of points, which led to his current predicament.
If God could give him a second chance...
"Zhao Zhuikong, if I let you go, will you thank me?"
"?"
Zhao Zhuikong thought his prayers to heaven had worked. His eyes widened suddenly, and he reluctantly turned his gaze away from Xiao Pingguo's face and towards Wang Lu.
Wang Lu looked at him with a smile and asked again:
"If I let you go, wouldn't you owe me your life?"
"...What do you mean?"
"I see you have extraordinary potential; you're a good prospect for martial arts. It would be a shame to kill you like this. But if I let you go, I'll lose a B-rank side quest."
"You want me to buy my own life?!" Zhao Zhuikong immediately understood. He frowned and began to think about what he could give to escape unscathed.
"Buying your life is secondary. What's more important is that you have extraordinary bone structure and are a good prospect for martial arts." Wang Lu patted him on the shoulder.
"Look at that body, what a fantastic physique! He's practically a martial arts prodigy."
"..." Zhao Zhuikong was completely confused, wondering if this person was crazy.
"Can you smell the scent of the little apple on my hand?" Wang Lu waved her hand in front of him as she pulled it back.
"!"
Zhao Zhuikong's blood surged instantly, and a strong killing intent burst forth in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Hahahaha, that's awesome! That's the look in your eyes! A murderous look! I see the hatred in your eyes! You want to grind me to dust, don't you?" Wang Lu laughed like a pervert.
"Go to hell!"
Zhao Zhuikong swung a chop to the neck, but Wang Lu easily caught it and crushed it to pieces with a snap.
"Too fragile, too insignificant! You're not even as good as a panting kitten. At least Little Apple can use two big lumps of useless flesh to cling to my hand, but you..."
"Shut up!"
The side effects of forcibly unlocking the four locks began to take effect. Anger clouded his mind, and Zhao Zhuikong swung his left hand again, but the result was exactly the same: it was easily snapped in half.
A proud assassin can use his entire body as a weapon.
Zhao Zhuikong lunged forward, trying to bite, but Wang Lu easily grabbed his neck. He pulled him close and whispered:
"Actually, your sister doesn't like me at all. I forced her with violence and toiled her day and night..."
"Roar!!!" Zhao Zhuikong began to roar, his self-awareness teetering on the brink of collapse amidst his inner demons.
Wang Lu continued to whisper in the devil's ear, "Even though she was unwilling, she said she was willing. Do you know why?"
"Because your little apple is no longer an assassin, but a cow about to give birth. Look at her now, she's completely devoted to her child. She's going to forget all about her family and hatred, hehehe~~~"
"No!"
Having lost his senses, Zhao Zhuikong was no longer able to judge the truthfulness of the words, and his eyes began to flash between two different expressions.
Sometimes compassionate, sometimes defiant.
"Sakura Sora!"
His concerned shout startled Zhao Yingkong, who was watching the play not far away.
Suppressing her anger, she asked in a trembling voice, "Zhao Zhuikong! Tell me, why did you kill them?!"
"No! It wasn't me...it was me! I killed him! I want to see how magnanimous I am!!"
"No! It wasn't me!!"
He appeared mad, switching between two faces.
At this point, anyone who wasn't a fool could see the clues. Even Zheng Zha, with his ape-like brain, retracted his earlier judgment of Zhao Zhuikong and asked:
"Is there some misunderstanding between them?"
Zhao Zhuikong's body trembled uncontrollably, as if trying to convince himself, and he roared loudly:
"There's no misunderstanding! I saw it with my own eyes! He killed all my friends! All my family!"
Her voice trembled, but her expression revealed that she did not have complete confidence in this so-called fact.
Chu Xuan said calmly, "What you see with your own eyes may not be the truth. Besides, you still have feelings for him, otherwise why would you ask, 'Why did you do that?' Your subconscious is craving a negative answer."
"Shut up! I wish I could grind him to dust!" Zhao Yingkong hissed at Chu Xuan like a cat whose butt had been poked.
Chu Xuan chuckled, then turned his head away, took out the Eastern Emperor Bell to study, and stopped paying attention to what was happening on the field.
On the field, Wang Lu chuckled.
He gripped Zhao Zhuikong's neck like a devil:
"Zhao Zhuikong~~ Actually, your little apple doesn't hate you at all deep down. She's always wanted to be with you forever~~~"
"No! Impossible!"
"That's entirely possible. She simply doesn't believe you killed everyone; she thinks you had your reasons."
"Just like Chu Xuan said. From the first time we met, she didn't want to kill you, but to get to the bottom of things. What else could this be but lingering feelings?"
"Sakura!!" Zhao Zhuikong's kind personality overwhelmed his evil personality, and he even stopped calling her Little Apple, looking longingly in Zhao Yingkong's direction.
Zhao Yingkong was stunned by that familiar gaze. It was before everything had happened that Zhao Zhuikong had always looked at her with such gentle eyes.
Do you really have some kind of hidden reason? Then why don't you tell me, brother?
But then, a surge of anger filled her mind.
[What am I doing! I'm actually sad because of that damn man! Zhao Yingkong, you're such a weakling!]
In an instant, she switched back to her indifferent expression.
Wang Lu's devilish whispers continued: "You don't understand a woman's heart. Do you know how I know your name?"
"It was your little apple who told me that when she was being bullied to the point of losing consciousness, the name she unconsciously called out was yours, hehehe~~~"
"roar!!!"
Zhao Zhuikong's body struggled wildly. His hand was broken, so he tried to kick with his feet, but even with subtle enhancements, his kicks did not cause any harm to Wang Lu, who was made of steel.
"No! Let me go, please let me go!" Zhao Zhuikong's consciousness suddenly became completely clear, and he suppressed his inner demons.
"I have something to say! I can't die!"
As a pretentious show-off, he is now begging for mercy without any dignity.
This scene caused Zhao Yingkong's heart to suddenly tighten, and an overwhelming sadness welled up from within.