第二百八十五章胜利追杀（下）(4/6)

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                                                                                                                                                                夺眶而出的泪水如泉水般溢涌不绝，从鼻子流下的时候，与鼻涕混在一起，让他感到难以呼吸，发出声音更是困难的事，即使这样，他依然哽咽着问道。
                                                                                                                                                                “……我……我这样的人……真……真的可以……在你身边吗……”
                                                                                                                                                                “与我共赴战场那么多次，现在还说这种话干什么。你这笨蛋。”
                                                                                                                                                                征服王如同听酒宴上的笑话一般取笑着少年的眼泪，拍了拍他那瘦弱的肩膀。
                                                                                                                                                                “你不是与我共同面对敌人的男子汉吗？那么，你就是朋友。挺起胸膛和我比肩而立吧。”
                                                                                                                                                                “……”
                                                                                                                                                                韦伯忘了自嘲。忘了今天以前的屈辱、对明日的胆怯以及面对死亡那一瞬间的恐惧。
                                                                                                                                                                “战斗胜利”这一无可动摇的信念，在他的心中扎下了根。
                                                                                                                                                                不会失败，没有屈辱，他现在与王在一起，只要相信并奔驰与霸王之路上，无论多么不可靠的双脚，都将踏上世界的尽头——他如此坚信着。
                                                                                                                                                                “你认为呢，Saber？这个小家伙是值得

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