Especially the refugee in the gray cloth coat, before the aftermath of the gunfire completely dissipated, he burst into tears and kowtowed frantically, "Thank you, master...... From now on, this little life belongs to the master!"

"Well......" Wang Bo's expression was very interesting, and he actually showed a strong expectation. His eyes kept sweeping over the other party www.biquge.info and he said quite gently: "Come on!"

"Yes! Yes!" Faced with his savior, the gray coat refugee naturally obeyed, and he was about to get up without thinking about his hands on the ground. However, before he could stretch his legs halfway, he collapsed to the ground again.

"You...... What's wrong with you?" It was hard to imagine that Wang Bo began to have endless worry on his face, and asked with great concern.

"Ahem...... I...... Master, I'm fine!" Although it is not clear why he is so embarrassed, after seeing this caring and considerate master, he is very happy even if he is suffering unimaginable pain.

"Oh......" Wang Bo nodded seemingly seriously, and the concern on his face almost turned into substance. He smiled even more and said gently, "It's okay! Come! I'll help you up!"

"Ahem...... Thank you, master!" grabbed the other man's arm and stood up. Almost immediately, he bowed slightly and bowed respectfully to the other party, "Master, I ......"

Poof!

It's just that before he could fully say his words, three dazzling blood arrows spewed out directly from his heart. The most exaggerated thing is that these three blood arrows all fell on Wang Bo's heart.

At this moment, whether it was all the refugees present, the heavily armed people, and even Su Sheng, each of them had a very strange expression. Especially the gray cloth coat refugee, he stumbled directly and collapsed to the ground.

"Master, I'm sorry!" the gray cloth coat refugee looked extremely embarrassed, and even deeply frightened. He desperately turned over without thinking, ready to excuse his guilt, "I'm not ......"

"You idiot......" However, before the other party could admit his mistake, Wang Bo's incomparably gentle face turned into an iron blue. After a slight pause, he turned the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the other party, "You shit! How dare you stain my clothes?

Bang! Bang!

At this moment, the originally incomparably cold and dark muzzle suddenly turned into a fiery red, followed by one piercing bullet after another, which sank into the heads of the gray cloth coat refugees at an unparalleled speed.

For a moment, the whole scene became extremely bloody, and after the head of the refugee in the gray cloth coat reached the limit of bearing, it burst directly, and with it, endless blood mist swept madly in all directions.

Since Wang Bo was the closest to the gray cloth coat refugee, his entire body was completely bathed in a cloud of blood mist. Although the whole shirt is still a piece of color, if you taste it carefully, then you will find that the blood color is obviously the richest.

Click! Click!

It wasn't until the spear was exhausted that Wang Bo slowly stopped his movements. He wiped the blood splashed on his face fiercely, and the fierce light in his eyes became even stronger. Without thinking, he raised the ball of his foot and kicked at the other party a few times in succession.

In this case, although all the refugees present had different expressions, one thing was very unanimous, and that was that everyone had endless horror on their faces. Even, they have begun to hang their heads, and they no longer dare to look directly at the master they admire so much.

After a series of bloody scenes, they seem to have understood that this moment to protect their master is not as gentle as imagined, but very terrifying. The slightest deviation will be doomed.

"Ahem......" It seemed that a long time had passed, and Wang Bo raised his eyes again. Almost immediately, he swept towards Su Sheng, "You're really powerful! Kill another one!"

In the face of the other party's provocation, Su Sheng did not speak, he just stared quietly ahead, and his eyes still flashed with thick reminiscence. Perhaps such a scene has evoked his memories of the past, and he is very willing to indulge in it.

"Chang'e ......" may be because he is too drunk, and Su Sheng unconsciously said these two words.

However, the people around him didn't have any intention to care about this inexplicable voice. They were always immersed in the previous fear, and for a while, they couldn't break free from it smoothly.

"Hmph! Very good! I want to see how long you can calm down!" In this very short time, Wang Bo seemed to return to his previous gentleness. He turned his gaze again, and once again pointed to one of the refugees, "Bring this man to me!"

Unlike the previous situation, this time, the remaining nine refugees did not raise their heads, and even their whole minds began to tense. In addition to his own heartbeat, there is deep speculation.

In other words, each of them is trying their best to hope that the person the other person is not themselves. After all, after a series of intense stimuli, they have begun to wake up. This master, who claims to protect himself, is not his savior, but his enemy.

As a result, it is not difficult to imagine that since there is luck in this world, there will definitely be misery to accompany it. This time, there were only eight lucky people left, and this unfortunate one was the last one in line.

"How could it be me...... Why? I should have been ......last in line" It wasn't until he noticed someone grabbing his arm and dragging him forward that the refugee began to scream desperately.

After this refugee came to him, Wang Bo looked modest, smiled slightly, he moved the muzzle of the gun to Su Sheng very casually, and said lightly: "Remember! This person killed you!"

Bang! Bang!

Naturally, it was not surprising that before the refugee could beg for mercy, three dazzling warheads fell into his heart. This time, before the blood could gush out, he fell to the ground and died.

Perhaps, for everything that is happening at the moment, Su Sheng has been completely numb. He didn't even look at the bloody scenes, but still indulged in his own world, silently pondering and reminiscing deeply.

"Count you as a kind!" In this regard, Wang Bo's face finally stopped calm. He poked the other party's eyebrows with the muzzle of his gun and let out a sneer, "Since you have such patience, how can I not be beautiful?"

In the following time, Wang Bo slaughtered one refugee after another, three, ten in the same way,...... Twenty-nine, and it seems that the killing will continue until everyone is completely killed.