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Chapter 55: Extremely OOC

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"!!"

Tiantian looked at Dostoevsky's eyes, which were red and he was about to turn into a "Sky Dog" in the next second, and he cried out in his heart that something was wrong.

D*mn, this guy was driven crazy by her stupid skills.

"Дурак!!" (Fool)

Dostoevsky looked furious and was pointing at Tiantian's head and cursing. He also smashed the glass behind him with a punch.

"Can I take the phone in my pocket? I want to take a video."

Tiantian knelt on the ground, but Geto still had evil intentions and his face was still vaguely expectant.

It was probably because Dostoevsky's ruthless attitude of preparing to escape just now really disgusted Geto.

"Don't waste your time on these useless things. If your companion really uses his ultimate skill later, I may have to ask you to work as a shield part-time."

Tiantian gave Geto a cold look and pushed the restless head back mercilessly.

*bam*

During the brief exchange between the two, Dostoevsky suddenly turned around with a roundhouse kick and kicked the glass with residual blood behind him to pieces!

Tiantian: "?"

Now here came such a question.

If you were facing an enemy and a teammate who had turned against you, under such conditions, you have obtained the violent skill and a "Pain Mask" that increased cursed power, what would you do?

According to the traditional routine novel.

It's probably to fight back with all your strength against the enemy and former teammates, stepping on their corpses and blood to achieve the achievement of [Extreme Counterattack].

But this was just the routine of traditional novels.

Our great Dostoevsky was not an ordinary person who was willing to succumb to routines.

With the situation in his favor, Dostoevsky forcibly suppressed the rage of the Soviet bear boiling in his blood.

"Ah..."

The man's slender five fingers tightly grasped the plush hat on his head, and the veins on the back of his strong hands bulged and a hoarse roar came out of his throat.

After the woman's pistol was aimed at him, he clearly noticed the changes in his body.

The blood and skin that had been cold for many years were as hot as being poured with high-density alcohol.

The thoughts that should have been calm and rational seemed to be stirred by an invisible spoon, and even some scenes that should not have appeared began to flash in front of his eyes and memory.

He saw the ugly face of the beautiful countrymen with spit flying.

He saw the homeland of the country of winter standing on the white snow, and the red flags that seemed to be sprinkled with blood, standing proudly in the blue sky and floating between the oceans.

Dostoevsky's purple eyes began to look at the blue sky beyond the shade of the trees through the broken window. His eyes passed through the sky, as if he saw the familiar scenery of his hometown again.

"Vodka! Vodka!"

On his hometown, a group of light-haired men wearing winter coats each held a crystal clear glass bottle, and the alcohol in the bottle was like swaying nectar. They cheered and ran towards him in the snow.

"Big bread! Big bread!"

"Vodka! Vodka!"

The aroma of black bread and the overbearing taste of the wine filled Dostoevsky's facial features and perceptions, making him slightly absent-minded.

"Superpower? Or a cursed technique?"

The expression on Dostoevsky's face kept switching between emotion and anger, making his extremely handsome face look particularly hideous.

He grabbed his milky white winter wool hat fiercely as if he was restraining his emotions, suppressing the desire to rush up and crush Tiantian and Geto's throats.

"Does your cursed technique contain stimulants? He looks like he's high."

Geto lay quietly on the ground, never forgetting to show his presence, and chatted with Tiantian.

"Your ability looks really interesting, do you want to consider the development of my church?"

Tiantian: "..."

What?

This guy actually had a church?

"Shut up!!"

Tiantian stopped Geto's speech with righteous words, and was not distracted by his remarks. She still held up the pistol and stared at Dostoevsky, who was almost insane.

The current situation was very complicated, and it could be said that half of it was messed up by herself.

Although this bald donkey here was abandoned by the Russian brother, Tiantian still didn't know what the relationship between the two was, so she must not take it lightly at the moment.

What if this monk tried to make her relax her vigilance by making a feint to the east and attacking the west, and finally gets knocked down by the Russian man, then it's all over.

"..."

Dostoevsky's eyes were still red and terrifying, and his body was tightly against the window frame behind him, trembling all over, looking ready to go.

"Really don't you want to consider it? Miss, the work treatment in our church is much easier than that of a sorcerer, and it's better than upgrading the sorcery system with great difficulty..."

Geto saw Tiantian's nervous eyes and felt the tight muscles in her calves, and immediately opened up his chatterbox, babble and started to beep quietly, while constantly observing Dostoevsky with a hidden look.

"..."

Tiantian was annoyed by Geto, and a feeling of anger rose slowly, she was even more annoyed when she heard Geto teaching a church.

When she heard the word church, she immediately remembered the evil pastor of the neighboring country in a certain demonic video saying "Hallelujah~" and all kinds of despicable shoe cults that hurt the world.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

*bang*

Tiantian picked up the pistol in her hand and dragged it over Geto's head to hit him hard in an American style.

Then Tiantian began to sing loudly.

"There had never been a savior and we don't rely on gods and emperors! To create human happiness, we have to rely on ourselves!!"

Use the song to tell you my attitude towards the shitty church, just the Russian man in front of the monk.

Geto: "..."

Dostoevsky: "..."

The face of the church leader who was hit by the butt of the gun was dark and terrifying. Listening to Tiantian singing loudly on him, his inner irritability had reached its limit.

When Tiantian used his skills on Dostoevsky, Geto felt that the inexplicable neurotic fear had disappeared by more than half, and the trembling death threat that was engraved on his soul had also disappeared.

It should be a spiritual sorcerer. Although rare, he had seen it before and had killed a few in the past hundred years.

"Fyodor..."

Geto sorted out his thoughts, raised his head irritably, and was about to say something to Dostoevsky.

"..."

Looking at Dostoevsky in front of him, Geto was stunned.

Dostoevsky stared at Tiantian blankly, his gloomy purple eyes were like pearls covered with dust, two lines of tears slid down his cheeks, washing away the haze in the man's eyes.

Dostoevsky: "...get up... hungry and cold slaves..."

The man spoke, muttering.

Geto: "..."

He looked at Dostoevsky in disbelief, his slender eyes opened slightly wider at a tricky angle, Geto's nose was about to be crooked by anger.

This was outrageous!

He even sang along with the d*mn girl!

Was this female sorcerer so advanced?

It's so terrifying.

"..."

Tiantian looked at the crying man in front of her, lost his mind for a moment, and then had a more certainty in his heart.

On the genetic call of Russian and this song

Tiantian's voice was passionate, "Don't say we have nothing! We want to be the masters of the world!"

She had just finished singing, and Dostoevsky smiled slightly, and his gloomy face now had an indescribable tranquility and peace.

"This is the final struggle... Unite until tomorrow..."

He actually didn't know how to sing this song, but he still followed the tune in his memory and took it up a little awkwardly.

Geto: "..."

He was numb.

He should have taken a picture of this look and showed it to those guys in the port.

Let them see what a demon was.

"Tovarishch." (comrade)

Tiantian spoke, looking deeply at Dostoevsky.

"Being able to sing this song shows that there is still a burning flame in your heart. There are times when people go wrong in life. Turn yourself in. If you admit your mistakes, you can get a lighter sentence and be treated leniently."

"..."

Dostoevsky stared at Tiantian and smiled slightly, and he was in sage mode. "No, after what happened just now, I only have one idea now."

"I want to go back to my hometown to see it, feel the cold and sharp ice and snow, and the vast black land."

After saying that, he directly flipped through the window and ran out of the toilet.

"..."

"A dog will always eat shit."

Tiantian frowned and cursed.

Wasn't this escaping?

"Kuchisake-onna, come out."

Geto stared at Tiantian grimly and called softly.

The next moment, the red light in the bathroom was bright, and a sharp and fresh smell of blood emerged from Geto's body.

"!!"

Tiantian suddenly jumped off Geto's body.

Her first reaction was to jump to the toilet cubicle where Oto was hiding, opened the door, and rescued the confused Oto from the cubicle.

Behind her was the bloody wind and light. Tiantian used her petite body to protect Oto tightly in her arms, and her back was full of burning pain.

"Run!!!"

Tiantian lifted Oto with both hands and desperately pushed the 1.7-meter-tall strong man out of the window where Dostoevsky had just escaped.

"Aahhhh!!"

Oto fell to the ground in terror, rolling under the outdoor window like a ball.

"Ah!"

A voice came from the side.

Oto was stunned. When he looked up, he saw a child in a blue suit, holding up a mobile phone to record, looking at him with a pale face.

Oto: "..."

Conan: "..."

"Oto Ryo!! Help evacuate the people in the restaurant! This man is a terrorist, and he is covered with explosives!!"

Tiantian's voice came from far away in the toilet, blown messy by the violent wind.

The two were confused: "..."

Who were you kidding?

Did this explosive have a neon red light effect?​​!

"Brother! Go help evacuate the crowd! I'll go find this sister's friend! He's in room six!"

Conan's mind was in a mess, but the danger that was about to happen inside made his mind agile instantly. Conan directly assigned tasks to himself and Oto.

"Okay... okay!"

Oto was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and ran away from the back of the toilet.

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"Monk, I'm responsible for my own actions. If you're a man, come out with me and have a decent fight in an open place."

In front of him, Geto was shrouded in a bright red mist, and a figure in a red robe vaguely appeared beside him.

Tiantian tried the wooden warehouse, and heard the system's [Skill Cooldown] prompt.

Thinking of the restaurant staff and Toge still looking forward to her return, Tiantian felt helpless and could only seduce Geto to go out and fight with her.

"There's no need to go out. Isn't it good here? While teaching you a lesson, I can also kill a few monkeys to help cheer you up."

Geto rejected Tiantian's proposal mercilessly, with a dangerous smile on his face and veins popping out on his forehead. It seemed that he really wanted to deal with her.

"I'm a monkey, you little eyed rat."

When Tiantian heard this, her eyes were as cold as snow.

How dare you say that we humans were monkeys? What kind of a thing were you?

[System!]

Tiantian called out in her heart.

[Is there a space-isolated road?]

[System: Yes]

Very good.

Tiantian looked at the arrogant monk in front of her coldly.

Let's see how she dealt with this dead mother's child. [1]

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom and FanFictionNet

[1] "Dead mother's child", a slang, something similar to motherf*cker man


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