Pasta walked the road majestically, showing a two/force demeanor.

Motta and Kata stood up straight, looking at Pasta crossing the street, and both sighed silently.

Why do you follow a stunned young man to carry out a mission together, even if he wins Yama, there is nothing to show off, and maybe he will become a laughing stock.

"Let's go over, we're unlucky enough to go on such a dangerous mission with this psychopath. ”

"Don't complain, at least this madman is willing to go on his own, if someone else comes, we will be cannon fodder. ”

"That's right, take care of the hidden, I hope we have good luck. ”

Mota and Kata fist each other, then separated left and right, and walked to the two sides of the guard's room, each finding a place to hide.

Mr. Cui handed the shooting equipment in his hand to the B-level who was doing miscellaneous work, and said with a smile: "What shooting angle your eldest brother likes, you should know better than me, you can shoot." ”

"Hehe, count you as acquaintances, just be your driver, with my eldest brother to make a move, you can just follow the mixed points. ”

The B level did not take Mr. Cui in the slightest, after all, Mr. Cui only became an A class by luck, and the actual level was in the C level of the brood organization, which was the existence of the crane tail.

Pasta swaggered to the window of the guard's room, looking at Qin Tian, who was concentrating on playing a game in the guard's room, Pasta's brows were tightly wrinkled.

This special meow is too bad for me to lose face to death, although you are a Yama, but we should be at the same level no matter what we say, you should get up to greet me, it's really a scumbag who doesn't know how to be polite.

Pasta tried to pretend to be a gentleman and knocked on the window.

Qin Tian had already discovered Pasta, but he didn't want to deal with him at all, even if he heard the sound of knocking on the window, Qin Tian still didn't look up, but continued to play the game happily.

Pasta struggled and knocked into smash, slammed, smashing the window glass to pieces.

"Alas!" Qin Tian sighed, raised his head to look at Pasta who showed a smug expression, and said in a loud voice: "If you destroy public property, you must compensate according to the price, this is a cultural relic glass handed down from the palace of the Ming Dynasty, a piece of glass."

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I have to pay 10 million. ”

"Damn!" Pasta burst into a foul mouth, looking down at the glass slag on the ground, and said viciously, "This is at most last week's new product, don't think this can fool me, I'm very proficient in your common sense here." ”

"How can you be proficient, this is definitely not new last week, at least I have been at work for a long time, and I haven't changed a piece of glass. Qin Tian said with a smile.

Pasta took out his phone and swiped it twice, and a row of domestic network covers appeared on the phone screen, but the covers were all in English.

"See, I often watch your network here, your name is porcelain, it's a means of blackmailing people, I know it, so you don't want to blackmail me. ”

Qin Tian looked at Pasta's mobile phone for a while, and there were countless grass and mud horses galloping by in his heart, is this Nima really cultureless without borders, and people overseas have begun to watch the Internet.

"What is your favorite book to read? We may be able to discuss, what I like to read are some things that I don't want to read, such as the modern version of the Golden Plum Bottle or something······

"I like to watch Xianxia, it's best to write about the underworld, I think the Grim Reaper is much more powerful than Yama, don't you say?" Pasta put away his phone and smiled hideously.

"I don't think the Grim Reaper is a stupid fool, and Yama is the most powerful. Qin Tian said with a smile.

"Whoever you want, let's try it and see who's really good. With a wave of his right hand, Pasta snapped the front of the window, and a huge hole broke open.

Pasta grabbed the window frame with his left hand and pulled it outward, and the entire window frame was pulled out of the window frame, and the glass shattered to the ground.

Qin Tian watched Pasta's movements with his hands behind his back, as if watching a live variety show.

"You've damaged so much, I'm a little worried that you won't be able to pay for it later. ”

"Hehehe, I don't have to pay for killing you, right, come on, Yama, let me see what you are capable of. ”

Pasta stood outside the window and hooked his finger at Qin Tian: "Come on, come out and fight with me." ”

"You said earlier, there is a door here, how good it would be for me to go out of the door, if I tripped over the window, it would be bad. After Qin Tian finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back

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and walked to the door.

Pasta was completely stunned, and watched Qin Tian open the door and walk out in a daze, and suddenly felt that he was being teased.

"This damn thing, has you been teasing me all the time? Is it that fun to tease me, and I'm going to make him regret it!"

"Let me regret it, I'm afraid you don't have that ability, I guess you may regret it more. ”

Qin Tian said slowly and walked in front of Pasta.

Looking Pasta's outfit up and down, Qin Tian shook his head and said, "You are not professional in role-playing, the Grim Reaper is holding a scythe, you don't have a scythe to pretend to be a Grim Reaper." ”

"I, Nima, why is there so much nonsense, let's die!" Pasta was completely furious, and his hands pulled out two scimitars from his back and slashed at Qin Tian.

Pasta's movements were fast, and the twin knives drew two arcs in the air, and they had already slashed towards Qin Tian's face and neck with the cold wind.

The miscellaneous B-class watched Pasta's movements, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Oh, it's so handsome, the speed and power of the eldest brother's move have broken through again, this Yama Luo must be dead. ”

Mr. Cui held his laptop and watched the picture transmitted back by the camera, the high-speed camera, filming Pasta's movements in detail, and he could clearly see every detail.

The scimitar was only 0.1 centimeters away from Qin Tian, and the wind it brought had already blown Qin Tian's hair, and it seemed that if it was a little forward, Qin Tian's hair hanging in front of his face would be cut off.

Mr. Cui held his breath, feeling that his palms were already full of sweat, nervously pinched a handful of sweat for Qin Tian, and shouted frantically in his heart: Shoot, shoot quickly, if you don't make a move, it's over, the serial offensive of the god of death is endless!

Qin Tian finally moved, his body leaned back quickly, his arms were waved out at the same time, and two fingers stretched out from each hand.

The two fingers are like two chopsticks, and they hold the two scimitars steadily.

The scimitar was like a sausage in a hot pot, and it wanted to shake it out of its restraints, but Qin Tian's fingers were as steady as Mount Tai, and no matter how hard the scimitar struggled, it couldn't escape a bit.

Mr. Cui was so excited that he was about to applaud and shout beautifully, and after looking at the B-level with a solemn face next to him, Mr. Cui still held back.

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