Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"Hey, are you still alive?"

An urgent shout from a male voice almost burst into Fang Lang's ear. Fang Lang's first reaction was that he really wanted to slap the loud noise that disturbed his sleep.

He did intend to do so, but a sharp pain converged from his limbs to his brain, and his entire brain felt like needles were pierced. The pain stopped Fang Lang's thoughts, and the pain and numbness also came together, and the numbness made him unable to move.

It feels so strange and so familiar.

Is he dreaming?

Is he still alive?

"Wake up quickly!"

As soon as the voice fell, Fang Lang's shoulder was shaken violently.

"Cough...cough cough!"

This action actually woke him up completely, the blockage in his throat was shaken and he couldn't help choking.

Then he coughed out, his mouth full of blood.

This is not an illusion.

The moment he opened his eyes, Fang Lang stared at the pool of blood on the ground in surprise. Is this...his? Did he cough it out? !

An invisible fire rose in Fang Lang's heart.

Fang Lang was silent for a moment.

"Great! You're awake! But hurry up and leave, can you go? The people of the Thousand Hands will be here soon, and we must leave here immediately."

A black-haired boy who looked at most in his teens leaned on my shoulder and said a lot of words, even in Japanese. Although Fang Lang could of course understand what he was talking about, the content was unbelievable.

Thousands of hands? leave?

He felt very wrong, Fang Lang tried to ignore the strong bloody taste in his mouth and asked, "Who are you...?"

"I'm Hong, are you really okay? You're seriously injured... Are you okay?"

The young man in front of him looked at him in surprise. While talking to himself, he looked around vigilantly. This action was so familiar that Fang Lang almost thought it was his brothers who had lived and died together with him. This kind of personal experience can make this vigilance like a conditioned reflex.

"Oh... Ahong, well, it's okay, I can hold on, but I can't remember what happened just now." He stared at him secretly, and dealt with it with ambiguous words.

Hearing Fang Lang's answer, Ah Hong was obviously relieved, but his brows were still frowning with worry. It seems that he is someone who knows him, so let's relax for the time being.

Fang Lang had more important things to determine, and he gradually recalled it.

"I just want to be stronger and stronger. I'm not wrong. You can't tolerate a stronger existence. Stop talking nonsense and do it quickly."

Fang Lang looked at the group of people in front of him calmly, they were obviously prepared.

Later, he was calculated by the insidious villain because he was not strong enough, so Fang Lang was hit by a moment of inattentiveness.

"Hehe, I don't regret it. The reason why I got to this point is because I'm not strong enough. The weak eat the strong and survive the fittest. After all, this world is not strong enough and it's over." Constantly disconnecting, Fang Lang still thinks firmly.

Then, when Fang Lang came back to his senses, he appeared in this world.

Yes, he is alive again.

A small butterfly wing can also stir up huge waves in the world.

There are countless worlds, but only the strong are unchanged.

Thinking of this, Fang Lang put down all the previous things.

Looking up at this place.

They were found hiding in a clump of grass that was thick enough to cover themselves, because it was too long, and when they looked up, they saw a dense canopy of trees that was almost like a forest park. clear.

Fang Lang stretched out his hand and looked at his palm, it didn't look like his own at all. One hand, almost as pale as a sick man, and the other hand and leg were wrapped in emergency bandages.

It seems that the age is similar, not much different than the other party.

Not only his hands, but almost all parts of his body were soaked with blood, his bones and muscles were screaming in pain, and he could no longer tell where the wound was and where it wasn't.

Fang Lang was an orphan who had escaped death since he was a child. If you want to live, you will be beaten, if you don't want to die, you will fight back. This idea has completely melted into his bones.

The harder you fight, the longer you live. So he fought a way to survive. After experiencing those days, he gradually had a group of brothers who lived and died together, and his life gradually improved.

But Fang Lang still remembered that sentence, only ruthlessness and experience will protect him. Life is all out of the game, and it is easy to die with ease.

The scene of being calculated in the previous life is still reappearing in his mind, but this time, it is different. Hehe, thinking of this, Fang Lang couldn't help but sneer, no one could make him surrender this time! powerful! He will only be stronger!

The recovered Fang Lang calmly comforted Hong, the pain was nothing but the pain he had endured.

Fang Lang grabbed A Hong and said in a solemn and serious tone, "A Hong, give me a brief and concise explanation of the current situation, so that we will have a chance to fight back."

A Hong, who was grabbed by him, was stunned for a moment, and seemed surprised why he was so calm in a short period of time, and subconsciously aroused by his habitual command tone, he answered the question: "We are now in the Jiunatan Forest, It was me and the Zong family

That group of people made a bet, and as a result, I was so angry that I rushed to steal Qianshou's secret letter. You are worried that I will come with you. I didn't expect them to be despicable and shameless, and they concealed the strength of the enemy. They simply planned to let us die. , if I hadn't brought more detonating charms in advance, or I would have caused you to die, I would have felt guilty for the rest of my life! "

After listening to Fang Lang, he couldn't help frowning. This is a conspiracy, just a little trick to kill people who are not pleasing to the eye by the hands of others. Thinking of this, Fang Lang glanced at Hong, who was on the opposite side. His boxers were tucked tightly, and he looked really nervous. He looked at him with fear and anger that could not be ignored.

A Hong should be very concerned about the original body, maybe a very good brother. Don't worry, you are brothers, you will have the same blessings and the same difficulties.

Fang Lang reached out and patted Hong on the shoulder, comforting him and said, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

Fang Lang asked Hong to take out all the weapons. A-hong was used to his tone and didn't mind how much he didn't remember. He was very obedient and explained all the uses to Fang Lang, but he listened well. The waves jumped violently.

Fang Lang picked up the kunai and shuriken and looked at them. This kind of thing is undoubtedly the kind of special killer of small Japan, the usual weapon of ninjas, but is it time to travel to the shogunate era? However, the surname Qianshou seems a bit familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.

Some pictures flashed in Fang Lang's mind, so fast that he couldn't react for a while, so he said, "Thousands... Uchiha? We are Uchiha?"

When Ahong heard the word, he nodded immediately, as if affirming Fang Lang's thoughts: "Yes, Uchiha is our proud identity."

Immediately, Fang Lang was relieved, and there was nothing to cross, isn't it just a world setting.

Nothing is unacceptable, as long as it becomes stronger, nothing can stop it. ..