He shook off the relief meal he had just received and suddenly knelt in front of her. Big tears poured down his cheeks covered with scars and hard scars, falling on the hard floor, making new and scary waves. [Bubble! Book]

He grabbed the most important woman in his life. He burst into tears like a child. Around them, there were hundreds of spectators with fierce eyes, carrying wooden sticks, beer bottles and other weapons in their hands. In the midst of the commotion, more and more people joined the ranks.

But no one dared to risk his life to rush up first. They were surprised to find that the idiot, the man who saw his relatives lying in a pool of blood and only knew how to cry desperately, was crazily rising from his body.

Yes, a terrible aura was rising on his body that could shock and tremble all the people in the world. This was definitely not someone's illusion, nor was it a simple telepathy.

Now his whole body was wrapped in a layer of blood that was vaguely visible to the naked eye. Suddenly someone pointed at the floor and screamed hysterically: "Look, what's going on, what's going on!"

Everyone bowed their heads together, and it was not until this time that they were surprised to find that at their feet, because of the fierce confrontation with the Chinese army, the large number of broken iron filings left behind were standing upright as if attracted by some kind of force. They were all bowing to the crying man, and they nodded slowly to him as the man twitched.

He is like a king on earth, receiving worship from all nations.

What kind of person is this?

"Why, why is this happening?!" He roared wildly, pressing the wound on her chest in vain, but the whole broken bottle pierced deeply into her chest, and a wound as thick as a bowl was pierced on her body. Although he had tried his best, the blood still kept pouring out along his fingers, and instantly soaking his coat red.

"Because of this!"

She chuckled weakly, raised her hand and pointed at the five words "I am Chinese" that were rusted on her clothes. "Do you remember in Tokyo we met those guys who ran to our noodle shop to express their patriotic enthusiasm and beat the ground? It was because of that time that I began to be proud of being Chinese, because we could already scare Japan, so I simply rusted a few words on my clothes."

"They understood these words and wanted to avenge the soldiers who died in Nagoya." She sucked her breath, looked softly at the big boy in front of her, and said softly: "They used to prove their patriotism together by beating me, a weak woman. They also wanted to rape me, thinking that this was a powerful fight against China. Although I have lived in Japan for seven or eight years, I am not a Japanese after all. In my heart, as long as I identify a man I like, I will only allow myself to hand over to him."

He stared blankly at the woman who was so angry in front of him. At this moment, a hint of blush suddenly surged on her face. She gritted her teeth and said, "But I don't know that what I like is actually a fool. I have been together for three years. I obviously like it but I never dared to speak to me. And I found that I am even more a fool. As long as I love each other, why can't I get rid of the girl's reserve and take the initiative?"

She reached out and stroked his hair gently, and said softly: "Although I am no longer a virgin, my heart is already clean. I want to give you my clean mind and body together, so I will always choose to die, and I will never dye those Japanese dogs to touch me!"

The head...it hurts so much!

Why do these words sound so familiar? It makes him feel a splitting headache. It makes her so familiar that she can't wait to roar to the sky, and it makes him so familiar that he can only stand there blankly, letting his tears fall down drop by drop.

He was stunned, really stunned.

All that emotion and all hope were terrible despair and helplessness that could make his blood boil and crazy about it. The impulse that burned his whole body so hard that his whole body was trembling desperately, and his whole face was constantly twisting. In the "cracking" sound, the thick and heavy scars on his face were constantly cracking towards Tokyo, Japan, which had just been attacked by the "Jihad", and constantly exposed layers of terrible white and red areas.

"This is probably God wants to punish me, a greedy woman, because I know you should not belong to me, an ordinary woman, and you should not belong to an ordinary person, but I try to keep you by my side." She reached out and hugged his neck, pulled him to her lips, and whispered: "Remember, try your best to go back to our nostalgic restaurant in Tokyo, smash the green floor tiles under my bed, and buried things that belong to you underneath. Maybe those things can restore your memory.

He looked at him blankly, and he could clearly feel that her vitality was passing rapidly. He suddenly hugged the woman who had accompanied him for four years and cared for him meticulously for four years. He often saw some strange scenes in his sleep. He often heard something constantly calling him in his sleep. In his sleep, he had already faintly discovered that there was a proud and powerful shadow deep in his imprisoned heart. When he stood tall, the ostentatious and wild, the free and easy way to look at all the mountains and stomp on the mountains made him feel even more disappointed.

He also often asked, "Is that person me?"

But he didn't want to find the answer, because he liked the most ordinary woman in front of him, who was sometimes a little bad-tempered. Although she was not beautiful enough and her figure was not outstanding, she had a gentleness that made him want to sink in forever, never wake up, and never have to open his eyes clearly to see this world of unfair and unfair demons dancing!

He would rather choose to be a fool, an idiot who has no memories and no past for just for her. He kneeled in front of her and shouted in pain: "Hui Li..."

"I can no longer take care of you, and I can no longer look at you, showing a childish smile, while eating the food I prepared with my own hands..." He Huili looked at the big man in front of her reluctantly, and she felt the terrible murderous aura that was becoming more and more boiling from him.

She is not afraid of him, she is really not afraid of him.

How could her favorite person, her beloved big boy, hurt her?

The stronger he is, the more reassuring she can walk.

Her biggest wish now is that this big boy who is no longer caring for and no one cares for, can find his way home!

"Go, go and find your true self!" At this moment, she comforted her, because in his eyes, she saw despair, sadness, and even more, the coldness and endless solemnity that could only belong to the peerless strong man.

At this moment, there were already one or two thousand Japanese in the temporary relief center they were in. These Japanese should all want to rush over and crush them, the hateful Chinese people, right? They wished they could kill all Chinese men and rape all Chinese women to vent their greatest humiliation, right?

However, they could only stand there in a distance. Although they were carrying all kinds of weapons in their hands, no one dared to attack him first. All the Japanese intuitions were shouting desperately at their master: "Stay away from him, stay away from this man!!!"

This is the awe of creatures in the face of power that will never be climbed, this is the unique sixth sense that creatures face the God of Death!

"Hui Li!!!"

A sarcastic long howl of pain suddenly rose from the city where Nagoya, Japan, was already ruined.

"Why? Why?!"

He hugged the last relative who had already died in the arms of his beloved man with a smile. He looked at everyone in front of him and hissed in anger and shouted: "We are just here to travel, we are just ordinary people, doing ordinary things, we run our own small cotton shop for sixteen hours a day. We never commit crimes. In order to establish a good image of Chinese in Japan, we never even go to those controversial places. We are careful and we smile with all our faces. But why did people like Huili finally get such a fate?"

No one dared to face his eyes. What kind of eyes are they? Although he was roaring angryly, his eyes had become a kind of indifference without any emotion.

Indifference, absolutely indifference!

It was like an omnipotent God who was condescending, staring indifferently at this world of demons dancing, and was conducting a just judgment.

"I have pretended to be weak, I have been fed up with your contempt, I have been fed up with burying it in the middle of a large number of dishes and bowls that need to be cleaned every day!" He looked at the girl in his arms who had been closed forever, screaming in pain: "Now you are no longer here, I no longer need to endure these! Hahahaha..."

At this moment, he suddenly began to laugh loudly, laughing indulgently, making his face burst into tears, making the corners of his eyes slowly burst into pieces, and slowly oozing blood, making the heavy scars on his face fall off bit by bit.

At this moment, all the animals in Japan were wailing; at this moment, the wind suddenly surging over Nagoya; at this moment, all the mental experts in the world couldn't help but exclaim; at this moment, the man sitting quietly in a dark room in distant China suddenly opened his eyes and whispered: "What a strong madman's aura, what a domineering murderous aura, is it still alive?"

At this moment, the abbot of Lei Ruo Temple, who was commanding the site and commanding 30,000 troops to surround the entire Red Stone Mountains, suddenly stiffened and remained silent for a long time before he slowly let out a breath and said softly: "I know who you are... Ao Huang! You finally can't help but enter our Japan as the world's most powerful warrior again?"

He suddenly let out a crazy roar from his mouth: "Since I can't bear it anymore, then there is only one thing I have to do, and that is... fight!"

He gently put He Huili's body on the ground. When he decided to fight with all his might, he had already let go of everything. Although he was extremely reluctant, he still put He Huili's body on this land full of cold eyes.

No matter how the group of Japanese dogs in front of her trampled on He Huili's body or even took turns to rape the corpse, she was dead after all, and would never open her eyes again. She watched him gently eat food she didn't like to eat in front of her.

Throwing away everything will become a burden on the battlefield, throwing away all emotions, throwing away all emotions, and stimulating all your strength 100% and stimulating 100% accurately!!!

Although he hadn't remembered who he was, he had already chosen the most correct method. This is the combat instinct of the strongest warrior in the world. He was also... calm and crazy!

"howl……"

In the crazy roar, no one could see his movements clearly. He suddenly pulled out a stream of light with a terrifying afterimage in front of everyone.

He didn't punch, and he didn't know how to use his fists to make the most powerful attack.

He just used all his strength to cast his body hard. At this moment, he was like a cannonball, and he was like a powerless chariot that launched a full-strength carriage, rushing into the group of Japanese with the craziest roar that blocked my death.

"Crash!"

"Crack!"

...

The crowd suddenly heard the sound of bones breaking. Some people subconsciously raised the weapon in their hands when facing the crazy bull that had been completely crazy.

"Boom!"

The thick softball bat broke his body.

"Crash!"

Dozens of beer bottles hit him heavily, and as the glass splashed, he still collided at high speed as if nothing had happened.

"when!!!"

"when!!!"

At this moment, everyone was stunned, and some Japanese gangsters who were holding the steel pipes that were pulled out of the ruins of the skyscraper and slamming the man's knees even more shocked. They stared at the tiger's mouth that was shattered by the other party's crazy impact. They stared at the steel pipes that had been struck by him for more than ten meters and had been twisted into an arc. After a while, someone said in a dreamlike voice: "I must still be sleeping, I must have not woken up yet, I must be dreaming!"

Yes, if it weren't for dreaming and always swallowing its anger on the international stage, how could China take the initiative to attack Japan just because of some "small problems"? If it weren't for dreaming, how could the Chinese, who claimed to be the sick man of East Asia, have caused such a terrible blow to Japan with just two thousand special forces, that it would take at least twenty years to recover!

If it weren't for a dream... How could China have such a terrible war machine be discovered in addition to Aohuang and Fu Yinxue?!

Watching him roaring out of the surround, storming his legs at the high speed that only light skills in martial arts novels could have raised dust and ran towards Tokyo. Everyone knew that they accidentally opened Pandora's box, a terrible enemy they didn't need to face, and perhaps even more could not face, had been unsealed by them.

He ran wildly, and he ran with all his might. Even if he invited the fastest sprinter in the world to him, he would be stunned, because it was no longer the speed that humans could have. He looked like a black panther facing his prey and was launching a deadly raid.

He stepped on the ground, whether he was stepping on a hard concrete-filled road, on huge stones, or jumping directly from rows of cars burned into scrap iron shells, there would be a deep footprint on these things.

The footprints he left were finally picked out by his crazy sprinting force, and he picked out a tail line that was nearly half a foot long. If you can stand in a parallel position and carefully observe these footprints, you will be surprised to find that the shape of these footprints is like... a sword!

He ran desperately, running wildly, and hot sweat kept rolling from his body, but for some reason, he could run faster and faster.

He felt a voice that kept calling him in Tokyo. It was a voice that was unwilling to be silent and unwilling to fall. He and she? It kept screaming at him: "Come on, my friend! Come on, my partner who fights side by side!!!"

He didn't know what was constantly calling him, he just felt that this feeling was so strong and so clear.

"He's really fast!"

On the helicopter responsible for monitoring him, the pilot was screaming, and everyone who saw the live video was screaming.

"His running speed has exceeded..." A radar monitor widened his eyes and screamed: "It has exceeded one hundred kilometers!"

One hundred kilometers, this has exceeded the running limit of Black Panther! What’s even more terrifying is his endurance that is more tenacious than a camel. A staff member wiped the cold sweat from his head and asked: “He has been running for two hours. Aren’t he tired?”

Sweat continued to flow down his body, and his whole body was steaming with heat. Finally, he stepped on the ground, kicking out a footprint that was an inch deep, while leaving a shallow watermark.

"open!"

He suddenly let out a wild shout, and punched heavily on the hard ground. As everyone was stunned, he smashed a hole more than one foot deep on the ground.

"Those who block me will die, get out of here!"

He roared desperately, and his fists kept hitting hard on the hard land. No one knew what he wanted to do, and no one knew why he suddenly stopped and desperately used his fists that were more terrifying than the air hammer to hit the hard road in vain.

With everyone's stunned gaze, he punched him hard again.

"call……"

The clean fresh water suddenly rose from the lower water pipe, splashing a beautiful fountain. The water droplets emitted a gem-like magnificent light under the sun. He raised his head and drank the fresh water in big mouthfuls. When he shook off the water droplets on his hair, he grabbed a handful of wild grass and leaves from the ground, and gritted his teeth, stuffed all the things that only animals could eat into his stomach.

After replenishing his constantly losing power and life, he spread his legs and ran wildly.

"Oh my God, how did he know that the city water pipes pass by at that location?!" A staff member felt that he was going crazy. He was really going crazy. He covered his head and moaned: "He actually used his fists and smashed the soil layer more than two feet deep in just five minutes. He even punched the steel pipe that was twenty-five millimeters thick. Is he a living person, a human-shaped dinosaur, or is he just a country that packs it with the most advanced weapons and materials... Robot?!"

Speaking of this, even the staff member shook his head repeatedly. In this world, which country can create such a terrifying robot?

"Quickly intercept him, his target is our capital Tokyo."
To be continued...