General Man: The Days Of My Youth Are Never Boring!

ps: written in the front: The plot of this article is based on the "simple justice of normal people" mentioned earlier, and the protagonist also has such values, so the protagonist will not break the law at least in dealing with his own problems.

I want to highlight the support and dedication when friends encounter difficulties, not who can determine what is good or something, so in everything that is "people" rather than "demons and monsters", the protagonist will not do anything wrong and abuse his ability.

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I don't mention it often, but I always care.

No one really cares about their blood relatives.

"I'm so sorry to let you listen to me whine."

"It's all human nature, there's nothing to mind." Futaba shook his head, "I'm not used to being alone for a while.

Their exchange did not stop there, Su Muyang no longer said such opportunistic words, and Shuangye was also calm.

When the sky was dark, the two went downstairs, quietly packed up their things, and walked together towards the top of the mountain.

It's true that the scenery is on the steep peaks, but that doesn't mean that the gentle curves lose their beauty, and Mount Takao may not be as grand as those peaks, but it also has a gentle flavor.

Five or six o'clock in the morning is the coolest time of the day, and when a cool breeze blows, people can't help but hug their arms and forcefully wrap themselves in thick coats.

The breeze came, Futaba's hair was blown a little messy, her clothes fluttered like a fairy descending into the world, she squinted her eyes slightly, opened her arms to the sky, and left all her troubles behind.

An arc appeared at the end of the horizon, and then half of the sky was gradually illuminated, and a small edge of the sun appeared, like a wisp of red eyebrows, without the cover of clouds, and the light gushed out, crystal and dazzling, dyeing the earth red.

"It's beautiful." Futaba covers his forehead with his hands and tries to see as far as possible.

"It's beautiful!" Su Muyang nodded affirmatively.

One talks about scenery, and the other about people.

There are not many tourists who come here to watch the sunrise, and there are various stalls on the top of the mountain, and the stall owners prepare early and set up various breakfasts before sunrise to welcome the guests.

"Young man, buy breakfast?"

When passing by a small stall, someone suddenly called out to Su Muyang.

"The monk also comes to the mountain to sell breakfast?"

"Monks also want to live."

"What are you selling?"

"Churro soy milk."

"Two fritters, two cups of soy milk."

"Howler, do you want to cut it?"

"Cut it."

His movements are skillful, the kitchen knife in his hand plays with pure fire, and after a few shadows back and forth in his arm, he cuts the fritters.

Food packaging bags were hung on the outside of the stall, so the monk put the kitchen knife aside and went around from one side of the stall to Futaba.

"It's understandable that the monk sells early..." Futaba pursed his lips in thought, stretching out his finger to the blood stain under the car, where there were still a few chicken feathers, "But will the monk still kill chickens?" "

You can't kill chickens." His movements suddenly paused, shaking his head while wiping his palms on the apron on his waist, and squatting down to drag something under the car.

"It's okay to kill!"

The monk threw the bloody corpse towards Su Muyang, and he pounced on the close Shuangye at an extremely fast speed.

He is more than one meter and seven meters tall, standing in front of Futaba like a giant, he blocks the sunlight, leaving a shadow to cover Futaba.

Su Muyang's heart tightened, but he immediately calmed down.

Only when there is calm in the face of major events, and people who are calm and calm can seize the fleeting opportunity in critical moments.

And Su Muyang thinks far more than simply "solving the immediate crisis".

He hit the flying corpse's abdomen with a fist, so the corpse hit the monk's wrist at an even faster speed, and a sour numb feeling forced him to release the dagger in his hand, and his movements were hindered.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Su Muyang pulled Shuangye, who was standing in place and was a little frightened, behind him.

"Run!"

Su Muyang shouted loudly, his voice was deafening, now is not the time to pay attention to demeanor.

Futaba came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and turned around and ran towards the bottom of the mountain, and the surrounding crowd also panicked after seeing the movement, they did not dare to stay longer, gathered from all directions towards the climbing road and fled.

"You two can't run!" The monk sneered, and kicked the dagger that fell to the ground with a single step and flew out, aiming at Futaba's vest.

"Damn."

Su Muyang didn't have time to throw her to the ground, so he could only reach out to block the flying dagger - so with a slight tearing sound, the dagger penetrated his forearm entirely.

After pulling out the dagger, blood gurgled, Su Muyang played a little carefully, did not let his own demon bloodline to treat, but tore open a coat and wrapped the wound, looking a little miserable.

But in any case, through the opportunity he created, Futaba has successfully retreated to a safe place.

"Shuangye and I are just students," Su Muyang sighed, "Can you first ask who invited a master like you to target us."

"Does that matter?"

Only then did he see the monk's face, he had an ordinary national character face, and there was no part of the entire head that could make people feel surprised or weird, but it was worth caring that he had smiled just now, but there was no trace of pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Important," Su Muyang nodded, "Otherwise, what if you find the wrong person, what can I, an ordinary student, have with you?"

"Then it doesn't matter," the monk's voice revealed joy, "I like to watch people die in a daze, the fun of killing is complicated, isn't it?"

Su Muyang understood that this person was a pervert.

The dead chicken just now was cut off by his neck and stripped of his body hair - there are so many tricks played on a chicken, presumably this guy's means of killing are extremely rich, right?

Time did not allow him to think more, and the other party had already taken out another dagger and rushed to him.

If it wasn't a last resort, Su Muyang didn't want to deal with humans the same way he dealt with monsters.

So he took out a pistol -

within seven steps, the gun was accurate and fast.

"Legally armed – do you know who I am!?"

The monk ran faster than a bullet, where did he have time to dodge.

Today's morning sun, accompanied by the sound of gunfire, rises as usual.

The monk dies, and everyone is safe for the time being, but this can only be regarded as the beginning of the matter -

what next?

Anyway - even if the other party is a killer, Su Muyang can't get rid of the fact of killing, this time is different from the time in the Nibelungs, no one here can clean up the mess for him.

It is impossible to run, and there is no need, and there are still many people at the scene when the riot occurs, and it is only a matter of time before the body is found, not to mention that Su Muyang does not wear a human skin mask like a monk.

So he took out his mobile phone and resolutely dialed the police.

"Hey, is it the police station, I'm going to call the police - I'm at the top of Mount Takao right now..."