The Apocalypse Prediction Text Volume 666 Chapter Two fathers did not die.

　　 This is Sasaki's first thought after waking up.

　　 After explosions, attacks, and merciless offensives, how could he still save a life? Show mercy? No, it should be said that rather than killing myself, I want to buckle this black pot on my head...

　　 In the ward in the prison, in the monotonous rhythm of mechanical heart sounds, Sasaki opened his eyes and saw the cold incandescent light above his head.

"The wounds have been bandaged. The lungs and liver injuries need to be recuperated for some time, but the problem is not big. Excessive blood loss is not a big problem for the sublimator. You should lie down for a while. ."

　　 Under the blue curtain, there was an old figure sitting upright.

　　 ignored the patient's body, smoking a cigarette stick, not knowing how long he had been smoking, the whole cage was filled with smoke. The buzzing exhaust fan was spinning rapidly, but the pungent smell still made Sasaki cough.

　　 He lowered his head in silence, seeing his almost fragmented and reassembled body, and finally saw his right leg, as well as the bracket and plaster mounted on it.

　　 "What's wrong with my leg?" he asked.

　　Before he fainted, he didn't remember having such scars.

　　 "I personally interrupted it." The old man outside the curtain said, "Just be careful."

　　 "It's so painstaking, Inujiang pursues it."

　　 Sasaki smiled indifferently and closed his eyes.

The mockery of 　　 didn't make Inujiang furious. The old man just knocked the cigarette stick on the table at will. After knocking out the ashes, he filled in a pot of shredded tobacco, carefully pressed it, and re-ignited it.

　　 "This is for your good." He said.

　　 Sasaki did not speak.

　　 "Don't worry about Zatoshi, that guy is a lot more slippery than you, and has already escaped." Inue said, "It is beyond my expectation that the blind can use shock bombs."

　　Sasaki's fingers contracted slightly, but there was no response.

　　 What else can I say?

　　 jumped into the trap by himself.

　　 From beginning to end, it was an ambush against myself.

　　 It’s all about being outnumbered, and being captured by a miss and being planted with a murderer, you can’t even die, just like a joke.

　　 "Since I have left, why bother to come back?

　　 Inuee sighed softly: "I heard that you had a good time at the Ivory Tower, and you have a new job and a new life. You shouldn't be back..."

　　 "You shouldn't show your deeds when you kill you and see the uncleanness, right?"

　　 Sasaki raised his eyes suddenly, and a sharp and sharp aura suddenly rose from his rough and haggard appearance, like a samurai holding a sword hilt, and asked in a cold voice.

　　 Inue did not speak, and smoked his cigarette in silence.

　　 did not deny all this.

　　 It was him who killed Satomi Bujin with his own hands...

　　 It was not the murderer who did it that night, but Inue.

　　 Sasaki, who once suffered from Inue's pointed swordsmanship, saw this scene clearly in his eyes at the moment he came back.

　　 "For so many years, Inue has been pursuing it, you still haven't changed the habit of blood vibration and broken heart." Sasaki asked softly, "Why? Or, you... deliberately?"

　　 Why did you pretend to be a murderer and kill him?

　　 Inue did not speak.

But Sasaki pressed on step by step and raised his voice: "Because I don't know who the real murderer is, right?! Once he speaks out and is used by someone with a heart, Satomi will be completely defeated...because of the murderer. Hidden in the home in Satomi!"

　　 "No, I am a murderer, you guessed it wrong, Sasaki."

　　The old man behind the curtains knocked on the cigarette stick in his hand, knocked off the last cigarette ash, slowly got up, bowed and saluted: "I'm sorry to be planted with you."

　　 "I fell into the evil way and indulged in the pleasure of killing. When people get old, they will feel the decline of strength. Unwilling to grow old, I chose the secret method of drinking blood to survive and maintain my vitality."

He calmly said: "Please rest assured, when the matter is over, I will surrender to Luming Pavilion, plead for a cesarean section, and settle your grievances. Before that, please rest well, and soon everything will be settled. "

　　 Just like that, after a few steps back, he turned and left, no longer nostalgic.

　　 "What kind of **** doesn't make sense!"

　　 But the man tied to the hospital bed was never happy because he was able to wash away his grievances. Instead, he was furious and roared: "Inue! Inue! What are you doing!"

　　 "Doing the right thing."

　　 Inue answered without turning back, "Do what a samurai should do...In this way, Satomi will be preserved."

　　 "Is the preserved thing really the original Satomiya!"

　　Sasaki struggled hard, ignoring the cracking of the wounds, and his blood spread, "So eloquent, you old fellow, do you really know how to write the word shame! Are you worthy of the Lord Satomi who trusted you in the past!"

　　 Inue’s footsteps paused for a moment, and then he was indifferent: "You and I are both samurai. You should know the importance of kindness. Don't use wild dog thinking to speculate about others, it's true."

　　 "Wild dogs know right and wrong too!"

　　 Inue was silent for a moment and was amused.

　　 shook his head indifferently.

　　 realized how funny this argument is.

　　 "It doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong. As long as Satomi can survive, as long as it can be maintained... Even if it is just an empty shell, I can go to Master Chungzo to receive punishment after death."

　　 The rickety old man glanced at him for the last time, saying goodbye wearily: "There is only so much I can do."

　　 Regardless of the angry roar behind him.

　　 He closed the door.

　　 "Watch him well."

　　 In the end, he said to the supervisor: "If you act rashly, you can kill it."

　　 The regulator nodded indifferently.

　　 Inujiang never looked back, straight up, through the layers of defense, and saw the Jiaoshan waiting at the door.

　　 "Where are people?" he asked.

　　 "It's already here." Jiaoshan said, "I am waiting for you."

　　 Inujiang nodded and walked straight toward the heavily guarded quiet room.

　　 passed through the corridor and the door, and opened the last paper door.

　　 saw the young samurai kneeling and sitting under the calligraphy and painting, as if he had already foreseen something, his eyes drooping, his expression unchanged.

　　 I can't see the impulsiveness and impatience that I deliberately show in daily life.

　　 also did not conceal the dark and evil spirit in those eyes like a fox.

　　 "I have been waiting for a long time, so quiet."

　　 Inujiang closed the door behind him and sat opposite him: "I think you should know why I am looking for you today."

　　 "Yes, I have to work hard, get rid of the traces for me."

The young warrior bowed his head, took his seat, and thanked the old man: "I thought that someone like me could not hide from an elderly person like Mr. Inue. It seems that this day is faster than I expected. "

　　 He said: "I am a murderer."

　　 Without any concealment, he responded frankly and straightforwardly to Inue’s question.

　　 However, Inujiang did not feel any anger or sadness, but felt a deep exhaustion in the numbness.

　　 Too many waves, too many storms.

　　 also has too many changes.

　　Unconsciously, everything became completely different from the past, completely different from what he knew.

　　 After so many years of left and right clumsy, after sewing and mending, when such a big hole appeared in front of his eyes, he could not even feel the fear.

　　 Instead, there is an urge to smile wryly.

　　 This day has finally come.

　　 "...you did better than what you said, quiet for a long time, better than everyone else. I didn't even doubt you before I fled."

　　 In silence, he lowered his eyes and sighed softly, almost as pleading: "Let's stop here, keep quiet, everything has a chance to be restored."

　　 In the silence, no one spoke.

　　 In the long silence, the young samurai seemed to be distracted.

　　 looked up in a daze, staring at the solemn quiet room in front of him.

　　 a long time, a long time.

　　 "Mr. Inue."

　　 He said softly, "I have, two fathers."

"A father is an incompetent person. He raised me. He thought he was kind and he thought he could get power... There was also a father who was an arrogant and shallow person. He made me what I am now. I thought I was generous, I thought I could play with everyone in the applause.

　　 One of them taught me indifference, the other taught me pain. "

　　 "But now, my two fathers are dead."

　　 He lowered his head and smiled seemingly self-deprecating:

　　 "I still remember the kindness and kindness of my biological father before my mother died. I also remember the way my adoptive father was so energetic and effective when he first came to the throne."

　　 "But until the end, they have never been able to obtain happiness, all they have gained is pain and death. They have never been able to fulfill their desires, even if they lose everything, even they have been transformed into a completely unrecognizable appearance."

　　 He said, "Perhaps they shouldn't be born in this family, just like me."

　　 In this way, the young samurai calmly bowed his head and apologized to the old man in front of him.

　　 "Sorry, Mr. Inue, I violated your expectations and trust."

　　 "I have no turning back."

　　 "……"

　　 It should be said that it is anger or regret.

　　 But Inujiang realized that he couldn't feel anything. There was only a moment of loss and emptiness, unspeakable sadness, "Such a city could have been entrusted to the family..."

　　 "No, Mr. Inue, I don't want to get Satomi home."

　　 Satomi Jiujie said: "I just want to destroy it."

　　 At that moment, the young samurai drew his sword!

　　 But, it’s too late...

　　 Inujiang looked down sadly, not wanting to look any more.

　　 As early as the moment he walked into this quiet room, he had already fallen into the siege. Now the eight dogs in the house are already lurking outside the quiet room.

　　 As long as there is a slight change in Jijing, the only thing waiting for him is death.

　　 In the silence, there was a chopping sound.

　　The scarlet color spurts, dyeing the calligraphy and painting on the wall red.

　　 When the turbid blood dripped again, it fell back to Inujiang's face, causing him to slowly raise his head in the sluggishness, and look towards him for a long time unscathed.

　　 There are also five fingers piercing through his chest... from behind him.

　　角山.

　　 The silent and firm warrior did not draw his sword, but raised his five fingers together. The sharp edge of gold and iron tore the old man's heart, took off the heart, and pierced it out of his chest.

　　 slowly clenched.

　　 makes the weak and throbbing heart fall apart.

　　 "...Jiaoshan, when?" he asked tiredly. .

　　 "Since a long time ago, Master Inue."

The indifferent samurai replied expressionlessly: "Jijing thinks the same as me: the lingering Satomi family can bring only the pain of not seeing the end, just like you have always felt. ..."

　　 He felt it at the moment when the mixed girl who was barely living in peace on the border was also involved in the struggle by this ugly storm.

　　 What kind of **** the Satomi home he is guarding has become.

　　 He said, "It's time to end this."

　　 Inujiang panted tiredly, only raised his eyebrows, laughed like self-deprecating, closed his eyes, and waited for the arrival of death.

　　 Jiaoshan slowly retracted his hand~lightnovelpub.net~ took out a square towel and wiped off the blood.

　　 But Jiu Jing held the knife and stepped forward step by step.

　　 "Thank you for your care and sacrifice over the years. Rimini is ashamed of your expectation, and I am very sorry." The blade slowly lifted and aimed at Inujiang's neck, Jijing finally said goodbye: "Please rest."

　　 At that moment, a thunderous roar burst out.

　　 Electric light shoots out of nothingness.

　　Because Inujiang opened his eyes, a brilliant and hot light burst from those muddy eyes.

　　 The aging and tired body reversed time at this moment. In spite of the erosion of the years and the entanglement of pain, he drew his sword, stepped, moved forward, cut!

　　The dying old lion burst into the last hideousness at this moment.

　　 The miracle of eight rooms came here, and then disappeared instantly...

　　 The two crossed by.

　　 A deep scar appeared on Jiujing's face, almost splitting that face in two. But now, the scars are slowly closing, quickly recovering as new.

　　 can't see how close it was to death.

　　 In the sound of staggering footsteps, the blade in Inue's hand was still shattered, and the blood sprayed out from his chest, taking away the last breath.

　　 The old and shattered body finally fell, making a deep voice.

　　 It's like a bubble burst.

　　 Maybe it was the sound of waking up from a long daydream, right?

it is finally over.

　　 I'm sorry, Lord Chuzang, I'm sorry.

　　I have...I can no longer save...I see home...

　　 He closed his eyes for the last time and prayed silently.

　　 Please, punish me...