The woman's movements alarmed the others, and all of them got up at once, threw themselves on the glass cabinet, smashed the glass desperately, and roared!

Meng Meng lowered her head and ran forward with her eyes on the ground, although she was curious in her heart, she really didn't have the courage to look up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Han Youran looked at these people, as well as the glass cabinet and the four headlights that they couldn't break so much, and he only felt a sense of anger burning in his heart!

"Alien!" After Han Youran read coldly in his heart, he had already come to the side of the glass cabinet, as long as they were running forward, they could leave here and let these people fend for themselves here!

But after looking at the few people who followed them in the glass cabinet, Han leisurely asked, "Can I delay for a minute?"

Fang Tang glanced at Han Youran, but the other party's expression was calm, so she couldn't see anything, "What do you want to do?"

"Send people to death!" Han Youran's words fell, he had already thrown out the sickle in his hand, and the gorgeous wings unfolded, quieting the crazy people in the glass cabinet, looking at the holy wings stupidly, their eyes were extremely blank.

The dark scythe had been thrown out, and the knife wind had cut off the glass cabinet from above first, and the people inside moved in unison with the knife wind, and the trajectory of the cabinet flying away slowly raised their heads.

The real scythe followed, severing their necks as they looked upwards, spurting blood, flying and falling heads, and smashing rivers of blood.

In the eyes of these people, what they saw was standing on the lamppost, Han Youran's pair of holy wings, a few illusory light feathers falling down, I don't know if it was accidental or inevitable, they fell on the heads floating in the blood river, disappeared.

Han Youran's figure and face were all unclear by the strong light behind her, and the strongest group could only barely see the outline of her figure, the angel's wings, the demon's scythe, and the human body!

Meng Mengda couldn't help but open her eyes curiously, the process of Han Youran's killing, she saw it clearly, the strange thing was that she was not afraid, disgusting, she just pitied those people, and at the same time pitied Han Youran, pity herself.

Even if they were miracle workers, they didn't want to kill a human, even if that human didn't seem to be human anymore.

Fu Xiuyan's gaze was not hindered by the strong light, and he saw Han Youran clearly, and even more clearly saw the other party's silent sliding tears and the other party's expressionless face.

As for Han Youran herself, she didn't even know that she was crying, although there was only one drop, she watched the light feather disappear on those heads, faintly she seemed to see a vague shadow, and there was an illusory distant inaudible song in her ears.

The song was ethereal, sacred, but inexplicably sad.

She could feel the light of her wings stronger.

Looking at the scythe in his hand, the blood on it had been sucked in, and he didn't know if the scythe would change.

Han Youran thought about it and fell, ignoring everyone's gaze and returning to his position.

Fang Tang sighed silently in his heart, if this world is clear, who would want to be an executioner.

"Let's go. Sugar Fang spoke, his tone filled with helplessness.

Several people rushed forward again, the atmosphere was very different, Yan Sui glanced at Han Youran with slanted eyes, and silently clenched his fists, his expression became a little more serious.

In a room in the East District, a man wearing a white shirt and thin-legged jeans sat barefoot on the sofa, his head tilted on his hand on the chair handle, staring at the screen in front of him with no interest.