The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "So what?"

　　 Bachram asked back, his hand never left the gun in the back midfielder.

"what!"

　　 The older boy said, shaking his hand up.

　　 "You are really bad, do you know?"

　　 The boy lifted off his shirt, pointed to the long scar on his stomach, then turned around and showed him a few scars.

"Can you fight? Can you kill? Have you killed? If you can't, the angels won't want you! I heard that they want powerful fighters, and I am a gang The most desperate, the one who can fight the most."

　　 He put down his clothes and looked at Bachram with mocking eyes.

　　 "I can see your hand, you haven't even touched a knife."

　　 Bachram blushed for a while.

　　 "Nonsense! I killed people when I was ten years old! A group of predators attacked our mine-there is a lot of salt, and it can be sold for a lot of money."

　　 He realized that he was starting to diverge from the subject, so he controlled his mouth.

　　 Why did he suddenly want to impress these two people so much?

　　 "Those predators wearing cloaks are hard to hit, but once I hit him, he died! It hit the chest, and red blood spilled all over the floor."

　　 He didn't mention the shame he felt for shooting people indiscriminately, although the predator was indeed killed by him.

"is it?"

　　 The older boy tilted his head and said, and walked over the stone while squatting, leaning against Bachram.

　　 At such a close distance, Bachram was choked by his foul breath.

　　 Although he was in the lower level of the nest, his grandfather had strict personal hygiene requirements, and Bahram did the same.

　　 "Then you are such a good guy, but to be fair, how do you plan to climb to Gray Cliff? How do you climb over those cliffs?"

"what about you?"

　　 Bachram asked, forgetting to hide his impatience.

　　 He has left the area where he lives, and this foothill is too strange for him.

　　 Even if he heard the trap in the boy's words and knew that the other party was going to laugh at him, he couldn't help but ask.

　　 "I think he must be going over."

　　 The first boy laughed at the second.

　　 "Yeah, go over."

　　 The second boy laughed rudely and ugly, and shook his head at the brown water.

　　 "You can't walk through, Chin Du Tsai, the wind on the cliff can tear your flesh from your bones, and you have to have a baby to go up."

　　 He patted the thing on his back.

　　 "A pair of climbing aids, if you want to get from here to Gray Cliff Town, you have to rely on this!"

　　 "That's right, the people in Gray Cliff Town use this thing."

　　 While smiling, the other boy screwed the cap of the water bottle back into his backpack.

　　 "You don't know anything, and you didn't even prepare climbing equipment, so you are not an excellent candidate. I really don't know why you are going to participate in the screening. You are killing yourself."

　　 "I have walked this far."

　　 Bachram spread his hands and said:

　　 "I will definitely be there."

　　 "Maybe we should kill him now."

　　 The boy who was drinking water suddenly said with a sinister expression:

　　 "Compete when saving time."

　　 The attitude of the two boys changed. They looked at Bachram with very compelling gazes.

　　Bahram's heart almost stopped.

　　 This is what he was afraid of, so he grasped the pistol tighter.

　　 They looked at each other and estimated each other's strength, but none of them acted rashly.

　　 Suddenly, the first boy laughed, and his short companion also laughed.

　　 "I really scared you, he really thought we were going to kill him, didn't he?"

　　Bahram looked at them and smiled, not daring to relax at all.

　　 Knowing the rules of the nest, he knew that if he hadn't appeared so tough just now, they would definitely kill him.

　　 More importantly, they should have guessed that there is a weapon hidden behind them.

　　 He was very convinced, maybe they still want to kill him now, but they don't want to pay too much.

　　 "My name is Haomo."

　　 The older boy with a mouth full of black teeth and a stinky mouth patted his chest and said:

　　 "This bald little fat guy is Fayou."

　　Fayu gave him a trivial look, and then nodded, presumably to show his friendship.

　　 "You talk very little."

"and so?"

　　 "At least tell us what your name is."

　　 Haomo said helplessly.

　　 "Bahram, Bahram Tate."

As soon as 　　 said these words, the two boys began to laugh wildly.

　　 "Where is it funny?"

　　 Bachram, feeling insulted, yelled.

　　 "Bahram? Only children use this name! With this name, no one in the gang will think of you."

　　 "My name comes from family and glory, and has nothing to do with the stuff in the ditch."

　　 "You are such an interesting guy, huh?"

　　 Haomo laughed.

　　 "So do you think that you are from the same nest, your background is more noble than ours?"

"Do not."

　　 Bahram shook his head.

　　 "This also has something to do with nobility and inferiority. I'm just expounding a fact."

　　Haomo's smile became stiff.

　　 At this time, Faru touched the little friend beside him.

　　 "What do you think, do you want him to walk with us for a while?"

　　 "Why? He doesn't even have a climbing gear."

　　 "Three pairs of eyes are stronger than two pairs of eyes, that's why."

　　 Haomo shrugged, not wanting to say anything at all.

　　 "You can walk with us to the climbing point under Gray Cliff Town."

　　 Fa You said seriously:

　　 "After that, UU reading www.uukanshu.com you have to go by yourself, how about? We can take care of each other. Others are not necessarily as friendly as we are. You know, many people want to be angels."

　　 Bachram fell silent, thinking about the proposal in his mind.

　　 In the case of 2 vs. 1, Bachram cannot guarantee that he will win.

　　 If he accepts, they might kill him while he sleeps.

　　 If he refuses, they will be able to follow him.

　　 But they are obviously more familiar with the terrain here. If they really want to cooperate, they can take him to Gray Cliff Town faster, regardless of whether he has climbing equipment or not.

　　 This is indeed very attractive.

　　 Of course, he has another choice.

　　 Now he took out his gun and killed Hao Mo, and Fayou didn't look like a brave guy. He might choose to run away, so he was not only safe, but he also got a set of climbing equipment.

　　 But he can't do such a thing.

　　 In the end, the main reason he agreed was because he had been away alone for too long.

　　 "Okay, it's a deal. If we work together, the chances of success may be higher."

　　 They held each other's hand, but Fayu smiled.

　　 "Anyway, I honestly say that the chance of success for a thin guy like you is very low."

　　 Haomo frowned and threw a stone at his friend's forehead.

　　 "Shut up, he is ours now, just like in the gang, we are now brothers."

　　 He turned his head to look at Bachram, and held the opponent's hand tighter.

　　 "Brother."

　　 Bahram nodded cautiously.

　　 "Yes, brother."