Warlord

Number of Words: 5023Update Time: 12: 15: 00, 12-02, 2012-12

In the dark resting area, intense white flames were ejected from the windows and doors of the movie theater. A few scythes still loitering outside the movie theater were frightened when they saw the scene in front of them. After a series of short, sharp whistles, they only dispersed.

A moment later, a figure emerged from the gradually fading darkness of the cinema. It was Feng. He was dressed neatly and looked just like when he first entered the cinema. But now, if one looked inside the cinema, he would see that it was filled with flesh and blood, and countless amounts of blood and meat paste had covered the floors, chairs, and walls.

Nearly a thousand bugs had died just like that, including hundreds of Green Whirlwinds. This was a bug swarm that required at least a hundred people to be annihilated, but it was destroyed by a single punch from Feng. If time could be reversed, the scene of the diamond fist releasing millions of beams of light was just like the Milky Way in outer space. Those who saw it would never be able to forget it for the rest of their lives.

Maple sat down on a clean piece of ground outside the cinema. He took off his walker and placed it on the ground. At the same time, he fished out a pack of cigarettes. Maple took out a cigarette, lit it, and put it in his mouth. If one looked closely, it was not difficult to see that his fingers were trembling.

The tactical helmet lay beside it, and Maple smoked, the red glow of her cigarette flickering in the darkness. Once in a while, Maple would take out his cigarette, so that the tip of the cigarette would emit a bright red ribbon.

How long has it been?

In Feng’s blank mind, this question suddenly appeared. He looked at his right hand and then gave a helpless smile. At this moment, in the darkness, he would occasionally think back to that time.

That was seven years ago, and it was also the day Feng’s consciousness would awaken.