How Am I Still Alive?

Want to live? Do you deserve it?

Lu Pingan's undisguised juvenile voice was full of contempt and disregard.

If you are a villain who practices your own beliefs, don't be cowardly at this time.

Want peace and quiet? Did you ask them when you sacrificed your blood?

Killers are always killing them. They don't have this kind of awareness, so they dare to come out and carry a knife to mess with the rivers and lakes?

Since you are a selfish person who treats others as bread, don't be so naive, okay? Enjoy the peaceful life in a foreign land and live well? Do you deserve it? With how many (keys)?

With double standards to such an extent, even the heart of hatred is gone, it just makes Lu Pingan feel ridiculous

"Let's go."

Lu Pingan didn't even bother to lift his head, and took a step forward, ready to send Daozhong on the road.

"You, you are not qualified to judge me. I can surrender myself and let the law judge me!"

Lu Pingan took a step forward, but this "Red Son" subconsciously took a step back.

A powerful existence at the pinnacle of the law, even regarded as the rule level, is actually afraid of a small newcomer to the law level?

Forget about that pale face, those dodging eyes, full of anxiety and fear, it seems that the continuous setbacks have broken his will? In his eyes, "Mr. An Nan", who has been hiding behind the scenes, is an irresistible natural disaster?

That hysterical scream threw his original gentlemanly demeanor to the ground, without the self-esteem and consciousness of a villain, in Lu Ping'an's eyes, he was not even as good as a street hooligan.

"Ha ha."

At this moment, Lu Pingan was really amused by the villain's final performance.

Is this the villain wanted by the seventeen states? This embarrassing appearance of shrinking into a ball is really funny.

".Eligibility for trial? I really have it."

Not to mention, Lu Pingan really has the qualifications to judge Daozhong.

He casually took out a golden police badge of the special service team, which represented the badge of the lantern bearer of honor, and at the same time, it also meant his identity.

"Lu Pingan, the third team of the special service team in Zion District, the ancient city of Changping Prefecture, is an ordinary policeman"

Lu Pingan shrugged, playing with the small police badge jokingly.

"Your case cannot be handed over to Xia Chuan's colleagues. After all, they were all slaughtered by you. According to the police force dispatching principle, I am also a policeman in a prefecture-level city under Changping Prefecture. I have the right to handle the case."

Lu Ping'an was half official, and half of his words were meaningless. Daozhong had been staring at the police badge. He thought that he would be hunted down by the hostile church, he would be hunted down by the military, and he even thought that there would be a bounty. Hunter, but really didn't expect it.

police? An ordinary Secret Service? An ordinary policeman who symbolizes law and order has pushed himself to this point

This little shining gold, the emblem of the lantern bearer, which was completely ignored by the "Blood Banquet" Dao Zhong in the past, completely shook him.

He is thinking, he is recalling, he is hesitating whether fate really has retribution.

".You, here, what are you afraid of?"

Lu Pingan, who is supposed to be the weak, just moved forward calmly and slowly.

But at this moment, his step happened to be within five meters. This is already the boundary line of the battle area!

"Go to hell!"

At that moment, Daozhong's original hesitation and anxiety all disappeared without a trace.

The previous "weakness" seemed to be all illusions. If Lu Pingan hadn't "smelled" fear and despair, he would have thought that all of this was just a disguise.

This blow was all Daozhong had, and he went all out.

The forcefully catalyzed sea of ​​blood has hit, this time is his limit, the curse of the villain has turned into a curse that erodes life, and Lu Pingan is still just smiling.

"Snapped!"

The sea of ​​blood collided with the sea of ​​blood. Although it was only a small circle, the forces of the same source still collided and completed the exchange.

"How can it be?"

At this moment, Dao Zhong, who was gasping for breath, was really dumbfounded.

The entire room has been corroded by the sea of ​​blood, only the area under Lu Ping'an's feet is still protected by light-colored blood.

A traitor? No, if it was just that, he wouldn't be so shaken

"Qian Fu? Impossible, impossible."

The "sea of ​​blood" dissipated again, and what appeared was a familiar face, but the transparent body reminded me of the familiar old subordinates.

"...Impossible, everything is over after death."

"Yes, poor Qian Fu is dead, died of your abandonment, died of your betrayal"

Lu Pingan used arias to describe what happened to this unlucky guy, how he was deceived, how he was thrown away as a shield, how he cursed before he died, if he cursed Daozhong and waited for him to go to hell

But then, Lu Pingan shook his head, too lazy to say anything.

It's not that this mind-boggling tactic is useless, but that the opponent's eyes are moving, his feet are trembling constantly, and a large amount of "fear hormones" are being discharged

At this moment, Lu Pingan lost his patience when he looked at his opponent.

Perhaps, the Chi Shengzi in the past was a big villain and a responsible rule seed, but now he enjoys the sweetness of peace after experiencing wind and rain, and he who indulges in peace and looks forward to it forever, in the last After the dream is completely shattered, he can no longer even be called a villain.

"It's just a poor guy who dares to do what he doesn't want to do and wants to find a place to retire."

Feeling his fear and the visible aging, Lu Pingan was too lazy to get angry.

The occupational characteristics of the life system often start from fighting against the nature of life, and the most important goals of fighting are "death", "aging", and "disease".

Many strong men in the life department give people a strange sense of youth. But on the other hand, when they are completely out of control, out of balance, and the "life nature" of confrontation, they will find him.

In front of Lu Pingan, this poor creature was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Is he blaming himself? Are you ashamed of your sins? No, no, he was just afraid.

Fear of the treatment I will suffer, fear that the "sweet peaceful life" these days is just a dream, fear of the "sin" in my hometown coming to my door.

reflection? How can this kind of people think about it, they have no morals and bottom line for a long time, only when the knife rests on their necks can they feel the pain.

In the eyes of this "little old man", the approaching Lu Pingan seemed to be getting taller and taller.

But the deadliest one is the ghost of his former companion.

Is it slavery? Is it a curse? Reason tried to keep him calm, but it seemed he couldn't.

Daozhong, who has lost most of his "self", keeps retreating, but there is no way to retreat

"Don't come here!"

When he let out a desperate roar and turned into blood mist, this time, it was the same blood mist that entangled him.

"Yo, Liu cried, are you here?"

Liu crying? Didn't Liu Cry die? he is not dead? He suspended animation? still.

With his head down, Dao Zhong, whose face was even uglier than crying, saw a translucent face that was also pale

"Isn't Liu crying?!"

Of course it wasn't Liu Kui. Liu Kui's two gold coins had already been used up, so how could he become Lu Ping'an's "ghost".

However, when Daozhong's mind was completely drawn by the "ghost", Lu Ping'an only took a small step. The already accomplished shrinkage made him step on Daozhong's shadow.

With a slight tear of the gentle arm, wrapped around the "withered" and "dry" arm, it directly absorbed Daozhong's "blood".

And this is just to give Lu Pingan a means to catch him.

"I got you."

A face full of fear was in sight, the former executioner turned into a weeping and screaming little old man.

"Zi."

The sound of tearing brought the division of life.

Lu Ping'an's preparations were useless, and he easily tore apart Daozhong's fragile life.

Gold coins, or something similar, had already corrupted his mind, and the dog in the water who tore his own tail to survive could not even resist rationally in the face of his destined "retribution".

Flesh was flying, the mist turned into blood again, and the blood turned into flesh again.

The same as the life department, the young man who touched the "life force" used the simplest and most direct way of manipulating (life force).

"Bah."

There was a crisp sound, and pieces of debris fell down.

When the boy left peacefully, his feet were still clean, and his hands were covered with red "gloves".

He sighed, a little regretful, a little disappointed.

Originally, he was expecting a hard fight, and he had prepared many wonderful "tricks", but in the end

"That's it. Betrayed the faith, betrayed the tribe, betrayed the church, betrayed the same kind, betrayed oneself?!"

The boy was all laughed out of anger.

He shook his head and cast his gaze not far away.

"I hope that the next one will be a little stronger."

At the same time, before Lu Pingan left, what he was playing with was not the police badge, but three gold coins.