The night sky is silent, surrounded by mountains, the sky is as clear as a deep trench, and the occasional clouds drift by like a veil of submerged in the sea.

Lan Xin is also silent, standing in the forest, she is silent like a sapling that has grown here since childhood. The cool night breeze surrounded her body, and a few strands of hair were scattered in the wind, with a temperament that was not like all in the world.

With a knife in her hand, she stood quietly in the woods.

At her feet lay an obese corpse, and she looked at it with her head down, her eyes cold and calm.

"Disgusting stuff that ran along. ”

Pulling out the flying knife inserted in the back of Wang Fugui's head, the blood that bloomed from the wound stained Lan Xin's hand.

Her hands were already red.

Slowly wipe the blood off the knife, and the knife becomes silent because of this.

Like the wind that swept silently through the forest.

It's like the corpses that were swept away by the wind and fell to the ground in different postures.

The police officers in the woods had been wiped out, except for a broken mobile phone that had fallen to the ground, telling the story of what had been alive with its flickering screen.

"Smack!"

Lan Xin moved his footsteps, intentionally or unintentionally, and stepped on it, and the woods fell into complete darkness.

Blood slid down her fingers and landed silently.

"That's not going to work. ”

Through the forest, she could see the flickering lights under the mountain, and the point of the retrograde movement of a long dragon that was moving rapidly in the distance contained the person she would kill.

Jumping into the treetops, Lan Xin shuttled rapidly through the mountains and forests, like elves and ghosts.

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Compared with Mo Ye's own strength alone, 'rushing in the flesh' is laborious and time-consuming, Lin Ming is much more chic and efficient.

took a private jet, carried the 'fine wine' sent by his subordinates, and shook Erlang's legs twice to arrive at the imperial capital.

You don't have to do it yourself, you can play Mo Ye miserably with a puppet, can he not be chic and comfortable?

But after the plane landed and the moment the cabin door opened, Linming's comfort and chic all the way were blown clean by a gust of wind.

Because someone came to pick you up.

It is true that with the identity of Lin Ming's 'True Ancestor of the Blood Clan', there should indeed be some junior brothers to pick him up, but this time it was not anyone from the Blood Clan or the Dark Alliance who came to pick him up.

The person who came was an old man.

"You're here. ”

Lin Ming stepped out of the hatch, and he saw that all his men who had stayed outside had collapsed, and even Chen Ziqiang, who was as elite as he had drunk his blood, could only support half of his body.

The old man who was waiting for Lin Ming stood on the flat ground and looked at Lin Ming, originally looking up, but Lin Ming felt that the other party was standing at the same altitude as him.

"Tsk, who are you?"

In the face of the classic lines spoken by the old man in the vicissitudes of life, Lin Ming had no intention of cooperating at all, and he didn't plan to say a word of the pretending words in the routine.

After all, pretending to be forced can basically only rely on one set of routines after another to show their N· B, and Lin Ming no longer needs those old-fashioned routines.

"The old man's surname is Zhao. ”

The old man stroked his beard and sighed,

"Beauty, what ......"

said that Lin Ming doesn't play routines anymore, and naturally, he has no reason to play routines and pretend to be forced in front of himself.

Zhao?

Which Zhao?

Do I know each other?

Lin Ming sneered, and a cold aura spread out from him, repelling the momentum released by the old man and oppressing on everyone.

The old man's words could not be said completely, because there was also a golem that emerged at the same time as this cold aura.

"Roar!"

With three heads and six arms, holding a weapon conjured by black qi, the current golem is several times smaller in size than before, but the momentum emanating from it is more than ten times stronger.

The momentum that broke the old man's aura came from it.

As soon as the golem appeared, it pounced on the old man without hesitation, and the condescending blow was like the top of Mount Tai.

"Drink!"

The person who came was not good, the old man never thought that Lin Ming would not even give him time to say a word, this simple and rude has gone beyond the realm of the world, but after thinking about it, omitting those vanity and grievances may be able to respect the identities of both parties more.

Everyone is very busy, and there is no time for BB, so if you can do it, try to do it.

Facing the attacking golem, the old man raised a hand, and the cyan light lingered on his hand, like a firefly. But the strength of the shouts that came out of the old man's mouth showed that these 'flowing fireflies' were by no means as weak as they appeared on the outside.

The sword, spear, sword and halberd in the golem's hand touched the old man's raised hand, and the sound of clanging was like an iron strike.

"Poof!"

After a single blow, the golem's blade flicked off, and the old man's thigh sank into the ground.

It's like a nail smashed into a wall.

"Ahem!"

Two lines of blood spilled from the old man's mouth, but he suffered internal injuries in a single photo.

Dare to come to the 'pick-up' alone, is he so unbearable?

"Click!"

Breaking free from the stones, the old man had withdrawn the hand he had raised earlier, and now his palms were together, and the sudden bright blue light dyed his whole body with a capital letter of forgiveness.

"My surname is Zhao!"

Like a bright sword, his name was revealed, Zhao Chongtian looked at the golem, and also looked at the Lin Ming behind the golem and standing on the escalator in front of the cabin door.

His eyes were full of determination and determination.

Two days ago, he was accidentally defeated at the hands of Mo Xie and his body was destroyed, and two days later, he has condensed back into his body and blocked Lin Ming's front again.

With such a fast recovery speed, even the big guy among the cultivators couldn't say that he had paid a great price.

It is obvious that Zhao Chongtian can no longer release the golden light that vaguely represents the cultivation of Buddhism.

I'm afraid his strength is not half as good as before.

But even so, he still came.

Because his surname is Zhao.

"Evil spirits, evil demons and foreign ways! Ann dares to cause chaos in my heavens, courts, and states!"

Before the Golem's next blow came, he parted his palms, and a Yin-Yang Pisces figure slowly rotated between his palms.

The aura of mysteries rose from this totem, making people unaware of it.

"Not good!"

Lin Ming's eyes instantly blackened, and no one knew what he saw at this moment, because the next moment, four cyan barriers rose around the tarmac, and there was a violent explosion inside the tarmac.

Fire and light engulfed everything on the tarmac, including Lin Ming and Zhao Chongtian.

The shattered, originally airplane parts, flew apart inside the barrier, crashing into the barrier, and flashing green waves.

The light of the fire illuminated the sky, and it also illuminated a figure in the sky.

Zhao Lao.

He stretched out a hand, his five fingers outstretched and covering the entire tarmac.

"Wow!"

A yin-yang diagram bloomed behind him without warning, and Zhao Chongtian, who was slightly embarrassed, walked out of the yin-yang diagram.

"Uncle. ”

He gave up to Zhao Lao.

Good guy, it's unlucky to open your mouth as 'uncle' (lose).

"Shut up!"

Hearing this, the wrinkles on Zhao Lao's forehead were obviously deepened.

"He's fine. ”

Zhao Lao pointed below.