Chapter 96 The Boy in My Heart (9)
When Qian Xiaoyi, who was riding a motorcycle, passed Inuyama Heita and the others, he just glanced at them and knew what happened.
Both the motorcycle and the middle-aged Kuroda were gone, but Takeru and Inuyama Heita were extremely anxious. This was enough to explain the general situation, so he had no time to stop and rushed straight ahead. He must Stop the worst before things get bad.
It would be okay if the middle-aged Kuroda destroyed his younger self. At most, he would wake up as a middle-aged man that no one would care about. But it would be bad if the young Kuroda destroyed the middle-aged version of himself. There is a high probability that he will not choose to return to reality, but will continue to stay here and continue to be free with his former partners. In this case, reality will Kuroda Nobunaga in the film may just wake up and become a complete vegetable. Of course, there may be a worse situation...
"Go to hell!" The young Kuroda swung the bat with one hand and hit the middle-aged self on the head, but before that, the middle-aged man Kuroda had already lowered his head to dodge, and dodged the blow as if he had no idea. He even kicked the motorcycle that young Kuroda was sitting on while dodging, causing the motorcycle to almost tip over. Young Kuroda had no choice but to throw it away. With the bat in his hand, he could only use his hands to steady the motorcycle.
The middle-aged Kuroda sneered: "Idiot, I know all your intentions! But I am different. I will do things you are not ashamed to do. This is the difference between you and me. I am stronger than you, so Only I can survive!"
"If that is the price of living, I would rather die!" Young Kuroda roared, riding a motorcycle towards middle-aged Kuroda with red eyes, but the other party The sudden deceleration caused young Kuroda to miss the target.
Young Kuroda shouted angrily: "You actually slowed down, you lost!"
"I slowed down, but so what?" Middle-aged Kuroda said: " We didn't agree on the rules from the beginning. There are only pure fights, and the winner is the one who survives. Only naive idiots care about that kind of thing."
"But you clearly know the rules. ! You..." Young Kuroda roared: "You unruly bastard! Why are you qualified to ride Nuhu Maru?"
He also slowed down and moved towards Nuhumaru. This time, the middle-aged Kuroda did not dodge, but actually allowed his younger self to come closer.
"Aren't you going to hide this time? Bastard!" Young Kuroda freed up his right hand and punched middle-aged Kuroda hard.
Bang! The middle-aged Kuroda didn't even try to dodge. He took the punch forcefully and his head was thrown back. He didn't even fight back, and he didn't even kick the opponent's motorcycle away like before.
Young Kuroda was stunned. In his memory, he would never do such a thing of sitting around and wait for death. He would definitely fight with others, so he was confused. But the next moment, he saw the viciousness in his middle-aged self's eyes, a look that would never appear in his own eyes.
"I have already said, I know exactly what you will do. But what I will do, you have no idea!"
Listening to the muttering of his middle-aged self, young Kuroda suddenly felt a kind of inner fear. He finally saw out of the corner of his eye that it was not that his middle-aged self did nothing, but when he was punching, He stretched out his hand and placed it on the handlebar of his motorcycle.
“Go to hell.” Middle-aged Kuroda squeezed the opponent’s brakes hard.
The screeching sound of tire friction sounded. In young Kuroda's vision, the sky and the earth were churning, and space was inverted. He saw his motorcycle spinning in the air with him. Time seemed to slow down extremely at this moment. He You can even see the indifferent expression on the face of your middle-aged self, as if he just did something insignificant.
Under the influence of inertia, young Kuroda and the motorcycle fell heavily to the ground and slid far away on the road. After this, Yoichi’s motorcycle finally became It's in pieces.
Middle-aged Kuroda slowly stopped the car at this time. He looked at the motionless young self in front of him calmly, without any fluctuation in his heart.
"Cough...cough cough cough..." Young Kuroda suddenly covered his chest and coughed violently. He was not dead, but he was seriously injured and had no strength to escape. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the unfamiliar self with fear. This person was definitely not him, absolutely not!
"Then, please go to hell." The middle-aged Kuroda said: "I don't need you anymore." He slowly turned the accelerator, and Furumaru roared, and was about to move towards the young man. The owner crashed into him and gave him the final blow.
"Yoichi...save me!!!" Young Kuroda shouted with his last strength. "Yoichi? Why do you think he can save you?" Middle-aged Kuroda said sadly with a hint of humor: "He...can't even save himself."
"I will save you, Nobunaga."
The middle-aged Kuroda was stunned. The voice came from behind him, or even nearby! He looked back in disbelief. Behind Nuhuwan, a bloody figure was lying on the ground, holding a strand of hair that was constantly moving in his hand. There was a long blood trail along the way. The middle-aged Kuroda could even imagine Yoichi grabbing that hair and being dragged all the way by Nuhumaru! He actually didn't notice that Nu Humaru was dragging someone with him!
Yo Yi slowly got up from the ground and walked towards the young Kuroda slowly and staggeringly.
"Yang...Yangichi?!" Middle-aged Kuroda opened his mouth and stared blankly at the bloody figure walking over.
Yang Yi stopped beside him, looked at him suspiciously, and said, "I don't know you."
Hearing this, middle-aged Kuroda fell into a trance.
Yoichi ignored the stranger and continued to walk forward. He stopped in front of young Kuroda, stretched out his right hand that was tightly strangled by black hair, and said: "What, Nobunaga, now Isn’t it going to work?”
“Who would... It’s not going to work?” Young Kuroda stretched out his right hand and held it tightly, as if feeling the power, he laughed and shouted at the top of his lungs: “I’m... ..."
The moment they held hands, middle-aged Kuroda suddenly felt the Nuhumaru under him rioting, and countless hair, arms, and scissors stretched out from the car, making him He had no choice but to jump off the motorcycle and watched the changes in Nu Humaru in horror.
“——The Tiger of Night Ghost Niku, Kuroda Nobunaga!!!” Young Kuroda roared.
A huge amount of hair gushes out of the Nuhu Pill like a flood, pounces on Yoichi and young Kuroda, and engulfs them as well as himself.
The black hair twisted and deformed, and finally gradually turned into a giant black tiger. It opened its mouth wide and the hair on its body surged. From time to time, white and tender arms holding sharp scissors came out of it, making "ka ka ka ka" sounds. With a sound of "wiping", the tiger of the night ghost looked down at the middle-aged Kuroda and made a deafening roar.
Roar! ! !
Middle-aged Kuroda looked up at the giant tiger, with a crying and laughing expression on his face, and murmured: "Yegui... a tiger?"
Ye The ghost tiger roared, angry, and rushed towards the middle-aged Kuroda.
“Come here~”
A car shadow passed by at high speed and directly grabbed the stunned middle-aged Kuroda into the car. The ink line automatically fixed the middle-aged Kuroda so that he could not fall off the car.
Qian Xiaoyi saw the giant tiger running towards him in the rearview mirror, sighed, and thought to himself: "Is it still like this? Forget it, I have tried my best. ...As long as we kill this guy, this matter should be over.”
(End of this chapter)