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Chapter 65 The Meaning of Life
Chapter 65 The Meaning of Life
Touching the blood on his neck, Murakami couldn't remember the last time he bled.
As an old monster who has lived through the entire industrial age and is four or five hundred years old, Murakami is too qualified to tell this kind of old story with simplicity and dust.
Under Leon's disgusted gaze, Murakami licked the blood from his finger, turned his head and vomited on the ground again.
He didn't question anything like a sneak attack. It's not like Murakami didn't do such things as putting eyes in and throwing sand in a life-and-death decisive battle.
The battle of life and death has always been about life and death!
The wound on the neck did not affect the battle, but it was almost unacceptable for Murakami to be cut by the opponent so easily.
He has practiced martial arts for hundreds of years, constantly breaking through his limits, pursuing the peak of his skills, and even himself is a living epic of martial arts.
But he found that he might not be able to defeat a strong and reckless man who could only chop and slash.
Leon's rough way of holding the knife and even rougher way of attacking, his standing posture, and his force are of course ugly and unsightly to the eyesight of the skill master Murakami.
But it was such a guy who forced himself to retreat with one move, and made himself see blood with one move.
Xin, maybe he was killed by such a move, that guy...
Not lying.
For a moment, Murakami felt a little lost about his efforts to live in the world for hundreds of years.
Skill becomes worthless in the face of absolute power.
So, what is the value of the martial arts that I have honed hard for a hundred years, and the moves that I have thought hard about?What is my life worth?
"young people!"
what?
Leon scratched his head, what did this old man want to say?
As if asking Leon, more like asking himself, Murakami said: "What is the meaning of life..."
Tony, who was fighting with Alexandra on the side, took a moment to glance at this side.
I'm in full swing, and there's actually a symposium over there!
Tony didn't have much combat experience, and it wasn't so coincidental that he met an old monster with a lot of combat experience. This woman has been studying to become stronger for hundreds of years, and she has talents and means.
As for Tony, although the battle armor is very strong, the environment here does not allow him to use full firepower, unless he wants to drag everyone into the ground together, so Tony, who is the strongest on the surface, is restrained and fights very hard .
Instead, it was Mark and the stick man, you punched each other, and the back and forth was very lively.Gunsou went too far. He focused on delaying and defending throughout the whole process. He made up his mind to hold one person down, and waited for others to deal with his opponent before coming to support him.
……
On Leon's side, he was stunned when he heard Murakami's sudden literary question.
But who is Leon? A mental patient has a broad mind, and he is more happy than a young man!
After only being confused for three seconds, Murakami was still confused, and Leon gave the answer directly.
"The meaning of life?"
Throwing the knife to the ground, and putting his hands on the handle of the knife, Leon said seriously, "Of course it's for pornography!"
Ok?
Ok?
Ok?
Ok?
Ok?
The battlefield was quiet for a few seconds, and several "Huh?" came from everywhere.
"Do...do yellow?!!"
"That's right!"
Lowering his head slightly, Leon said in a deep male voice that narrated the ancient cold weapon war in the TV program.
"We ate colorful food and pulled out the yellow Lao Ba Happy Rice at the end.
We drink the colorless water, which turns into yellowish urine and passes out of the body.
His clean white top was soaked with sweat from running around for a living, and finally turned yellow.
The bright red blood dries up and turns yellow over time.
No matter how lush the plants die, they are yellow after withering.
Living trees cut open and the trunks are also yellow.
Grease is also yellow.
Plant photosynthesis produces the oxygen that we rely on for survival. Oxygen oxidizes and rusts metals, turning them yellow.
Even the fruit produced by the plant itself will be oxidized and turn yellow.
Natural animals, herbivorous deer are yellow, and carnivorous tigers and leopards are also yellow.
The origin of all life, the sun is yellow, and it also turns all white things yellow.
All the fallen leaves of life return to their roots and turn into dust.As a result, the dust is also yellow.
Even the flames of life that burn and radiate light are yellow.
Life has no other meaning, and the earth just likes yellow.
Everything may not be that complicated, maybe our earth doesn't want to look blue or green, it likes yellow.
And you and I are just tools for producing yellow.
Your life should be used to engage in pornography!Not for crimes!
If you have been engaged in yellow for hundreds of years, we will definitely not be the result of this confrontation at this time.
I'll even give you a hug and say: Good landlord!May the landlord never die!
Murakami, are you enlightened? "
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
After Leon finished speaking, the entire underground space was completely silent, and even a talkative player like Tony was speechless.
Lyon was the only one left in the audience muttering: understand the applause!Then he clapped his hands clapping like a seal slapping its belly.
Grandmaster!I was wrong! (Exactly!)
Murakami was also dumbfounded.
Ah, this……………
This, this, sounds reasonable, but...
There must be something wrong with it!
"You fool me!!!"
Watching Lyon clapping his hands there, he also imitated the magician and bowed to the non-existent audience off the field.
Murakami finally came to his senses.
Murakami, who has always behaved in a gentle manner and full of guru demeanor, was defeated by Lyon in 30 seconds after hundreds of years of nourishing his energy.
Gritting his teeth, he held up the knife and slashed at Leon. It doesn't matter what moves or skills.Murakami just wants to kill him now!
On the other hand, Lyon had an absolute advantage in speed. At this time, his footsteps were lightly moving, and he looked calm and dodged, but he was more like a master. Especially, this guy was pretending to have his hands behind his back.
It would be more like if he couldn't speak.
"You can't do it, brother!"
"What about your old hairstyle?"
"You have to stand up!"
"Ah! Haha, I lied to you, but you really almost cut me down."
"Wow, you can break such a thick stone, you are indeed a master who has practiced for hundreds of years~"
Murakami was already upset, but he was defeated by Leon just now, and Leon was still spitting out poison, the more he wanted to calm down and move, the more out of shape his moves became.
These are actually not the point, the crux of the problem is that Murakami knew clearly from the moment he asked that sentence that he was no match for this unknown weirdo.
This collapse of belief is the real reason for Murakami's sudden and messy collapse.
Holding the knife, Leon dodged left and right, his mouth was never idle, and from time to time, he took advantage of Murakami's strength and gave him a knife when it was too late to change his moves.
After chasing and fighting Leon for a long time, Leon who was chased was unscathed, but Murakami who was chasing was covered with wounds all over his body, and his suit was almost rotten into rags.
Kneeling on the ground with one hand supporting his knee and the other leaning on a knife, Murakami was panting heavily. At this time, Murakami's sanity gradually returned, and he began to be afraid.
Afraid of losing, more afraid of death.
The longer they lived, the more they feared death, especially for a person like him. After all, the five of them started to sin because they were afraid of death.
Hiding his sight, Murakami observed the situation on the altar.
"It's about time..."
oh!There is a flaw!
Appearing behind Murakami in an instant, Leon put a knife on Murakami's neck: "What are you looking over there?"
Lyon had noticed from the very beginning, obviously the five of them could attack together, but somehow one of them was left on the stone platform.
In the entire underground, except for a few holes cut into the wall for torches, only this stone platform is artificially built. If it is said that it is not tricky, Leon would not believe it.
Slowly pressing down on the knife and pressing it back, Murakami firmly supported it with the knife, resisting with all his might.
"Don't you want to know the meaning of life?"
Leon said: "I don't know about other people's, and I don't even know about my own. But I know about yours."
Pressing the knife back a little more, Murakami's hands have already started to tremble, and his legs are kicking on the ground, and there is nothing left of the demeanor of an expert.
"You have lived for so many years just to send the purification value to me!"
Before he had time to think about what the purification value was, Leon, who had been keeping his strength, suddenly pulled back with force!
Murakami, the head of the owl.
Ps: The number of words in this chapter is quite good.Hahaha!Ask for tickets~ Give me all the tickets for tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)
Touching the blood on his neck, Murakami couldn't remember the last time he bled.
As an old monster who has lived through the entire industrial age and is four or five hundred years old, Murakami is too qualified to tell this kind of old story with simplicity and dust.
Under Leon's disgusted gaze, Murakami licked the blood from his finger, turned his head and vomited on the ground again.
He didn't question anything like a sneak attack. It's not like Murakami didn't do such things as putting eyes in and throwing sand in a life-and-death decisive battle.
The battle of life and death has always been about life and death!
The wound on the neck did not affect the battle, but it was almost unacceptable for Murakami to be cut by the opponent so easily.
He has practiced martial arts for hundreds of years, constantly breaking through his limits, pursuing the peak of his skills, and even himself is a living epic of martial arts.
But he found that he might not be able to defeat a strong and reckless man who could only chop and slash.
Leon's rough way of holding the knife and even rougher way of attacking, his standing posture, and his force are of course ugly and unsightly to the eyesight of the skill master Murakami.
But it was such a guy who forced himself to retreat with one move, and made himself see blood with one move.
Xin, maybe he was killed by such a move, that guy...
Not lying.
For a moment, Murakami felt a little lost about his efforts to live in the world for hundreds of years.
Skill becomes worthless in the face of absolute power.
So, what is the value of the martial arts that I have honed hard for a hundred years, and the moves that I have thought hard about?What is my life worth?
"young people!"
what?
Leon scratched his head, what did this old man want to say?
As if asking Leon, more like asking himself, Murakami said: "What is the meaning of life..."
Tony, who was fighting with Alexandra on the side, took a moment to glance at this side.
I'm in full swing, and there's actually a symposium over there!
Tony didn't have much combat experience, and it wasn't so coincidental that he met an old monster with a lot of combat experience. This woman has been studying to become stronger for hundreds of years, and she has talents and means.
As for Tony, although the battle armor is very strong, the environment here does not allow him to use full firepower, unless he wants to drag everyone into the ground together, so Tony, who is the strongest on the surface, is restrained and fights very hard .
Instead, it was Mark and the stick man, you punched each other, and the back and forth was very lively.Gunsou went too far. He focused on delaying and defending throughout the whole process. He made up his mind to hold one person down, and waited for others to deal with his opponent before coming to support him.
……
On Leon's side, he was stunned when he heard Murakami's sudden literary question.
But who is Leon? A mental patient has a broad mind, and he is more happy than a young man!
After only being confused for three seconds, Murakami was still confused, and Leon gave the answer directly.
"The meaning of life?"
Throwing the knife to the ground, and putting his hands on the handle of the knife, Leon said seriously, "Of course it's for pornography!"
Ok?
Ok?
Ok?
Ok?
Ok?
The battlefield was quiet for a few seconds, and several "Huh?" came from everywhere.
"Do...do yellow?!!"
"That's right!"
Lowering his head slightly, Leon said in a deep male voice that narrated the ancient cold weapon war in the TV program.
"We ate colorful food and pulled out the yellow Lao Ba Happy Rice at the end.
We drink the colorless water, which turns into yellowish urine and passes out of the body.
His clean white top was soaked with sweat from running around for a living, and finally turned yellow.
The bright red blood dries up and turns yellow over time.
No matter how lush the plants die, they are yellow after withering.
Living trees cut open and the trunks are also yellow.
Grease is also yellow.
Plant photosynthesis produces the oxygen that we rely on for survival. Oxygen oxidizes and rusts metals, turning them yellow.
Even the fruit produced by the plant itself will be oxidized and turn yellow.
Natural animals, herbivorous deer are yellow, and carnivorous tigers and leopards are also yellow.
The origin of all life, the sun is yellow, and it also turns all white things yellow.
All the fallen leaves of life return to their roots and turn into dust.As a result, the dust is also yellow.
Even the flames of life that burn and radiate light are yellow.
Life has no other meaning, and the earth just likes yellow.
Everything may not be that complicated, maybe our earth doesn't want to look blue or green, it likes yellow.
And you and I are just tools for producing yellow.
Your life should be used to engage in pornography!Not for crimes!
If you have been engaged in yellow for hundreds of years, we will definitely not be the result of this confrontation at this time.
I'll even give you a hug and say: Good landlord!May the landlord never die!
Murakami, are you enlightened? "
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
After Leon finished speaking, the entire underground space was completely silent, and even a talkative player like Tony was speechless.
Lyon was the only one left in the audience muttering: understand the applause!Then he clapped his hands clapping like a seal slapping its belly.
Grandmaster!I was wrong! (Exactly!)
Murakami was also dumbfounded.
Ah, this……………
This, this, sounds reasonable, but...
There must be something wrong with it!
"You fool me!!!"
Watching Lyon clapping his hands there, he also imitated the magician and bowed to the non-existent audience off the field.
Murakami finally came to his senses.
Murakami, who has always behaved in a gentle manner and full of guru demeanor, was defeated by Lyon in 30 seconds after hundreds of years of nourishing his energy.
Gritting his teeth, he held up the knife and slashed at Leon. It doesn't matter what moves or skills.Murakami just wants to kill him now!
On the other hand, Lyon had an absolute advantage in speed. At this time, his footsteps were lightly moving, and he looked calm and dodged, but he was more like a master. Especially, this guy was pretending to have his hands behind his back.
It would be more like if he couldn't speak.
"You can't do it, brother!"
"What about your old hairstyle?"
"You have to stand up!"
"Ah! Haha, I lied to you, but you really almost cut me down."
"Wow, you can break such a thick stone, you are indeed a master who has practiced for hundreds of years~"
Murakami was already upset, but he was defeated by Leon just now, and Leon was still spitting out poison, the more he wanted to calm down and move, the more out of shape his moves became.
These are actually not the point, the crux of the problem is that Murakami knew clearly from the moment he asked that sentence that he was no match for this unknown weirdo.
This collapse of belief is the real reason for Murakami's sudden and messy collapse.
Holding the knife, Leon dodged left and right, his mouth was never idle, and from time to time, he took advantage of Murakami's strength and gave him a knife when it was too late to change his moves.
After chasing and fighting Leon for a long time, Leon who was chased was unscathed, but Murakami who was chasing was covered with wounds all over his body, and his suit was almost rotten into rags.
Kneeling on the ground with one hand supporting his knee and the other leaning on a knife, Murakami was panting heavily. At this time, Murakami's sanity gradually returned, and he began to be afraid.
Afraid of losing, more afraid of death.
The longer they lived, the more they feared death, especially for a person like him. After all, the five of them started to sin because they were afraid of death.
Hiding his sight, Murakami observed the situation on the altar.
"It's about time..."
oh!There is a flaw!
Appearing behind Murakami in an instant, Leon put a knife on Murakami's neck: "What are you looking over there?"
Lyon had noticed from the very beginning, obviously the five of them could attack together, but somehow one of them was left on the stone platform.
In the entire underground, except for a few holes cut into the wall for torches, only this stone platform is artificially built. If it is said that it is not tricky, Leon would not believe it.
Slowly pressing down on the knife and pressing it back, Murakami firmly supported it with the knife, resisting with all his might.
"Don't you want to know the meaning of life?"
Leon said: "I don't know about other people's, and I don't even know about my own. But I know about yours."
Pressing the knife back a little more, Murakami's hands have already started to tremble, and his legs are kicking on the ground, and there is nothing left of the demeanor of an expert.
"You have lived for so many years just to send the purification value to me!"
Before he had time to think about what the purification value was, Leon, who had been keeping his strength, suddenly pulled back with force!
Murakami, the head of the owl.
Ps: The number of words in this chapter is quite good.Hahaha!Ask for tickets~ Give me all the tickets for tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)
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