"What about those gunmen just now?" Lin Muxiang was silent for a while, but couldn't help but ask. He looked a little annoyed.

She is a law enforcer. duty, so you can't watch someone kill with impunity in front of your eyes. Admittedly, the outlaws deserve to die. But they broke the law and openly attacked with guns, and they have their own country and laws to punish them. You gang of foreigners are doing whatever they want on the ground in China. I can't talk about it. Worse still, it is a flagrant violation of the dignity of a country. At that time, she really wanted to rush out to stop it, but it was too late. On the other hand, there is also the fear of exposing yourself too early. But watching from the sidelines, regardless of asking, is also against conscience, morality and law enforcement. In the midst of the contradiction, she delayed and hesitated here, and three or two minutes had passed there. By the time she gritted her teeth and made up her mind to intervene, the gunmen had already been killed.

Damn! She's a bit of a dereliction of duty. What made her feel even more unbearable was that she was ashamed. Especially the two boys with guns who were still beside him not long ago, he was ashamed to declare his identity. It's good now. It doesn't matter what you should do, you may not be laughed at by others. The little girl is not very old. It is a special secret service. The experience is not deep, and the likes and dislikes are direct. Something is written on the face. Big eyes are not beautiful, but unusually cold. The little face was blue and tense. But it had come to this, and it was to no avail that she wanted to regret it.

Those five men, one woman, and six people are obviously not the first time they have done such a thing. Dozens of lives, under their noses, were killed when they said they were killed. It's no different from a slaughtered chicken.

Now, though, she knows. It was just an illusion, it was fake. That's good, that's good! Maybe those people aren't dead, they're not killed.

Lin Muxiang's little girl's expression was clearly imprinted in Tang Ning's perception, it seemed that although this little girl was not rare and arrogant, she had a heavy sense of responsibility! But, in fact, I had to regret pouring cold water on her.

"I know what you're thinking, but actually. The gunmen are dead. Dead, not a single one left. ”

"How could it be? Didn't you say that it was all an illusion just now, it was fake?" Lin Muxiang said hurriedly.

"Yes, it's fake, but not exactly fake. Downing said. Keep your eyes on the battle below. Before Kuroki Shunichi and the others were actually in danger, he had no intention of going down and getting involved. The first time you really faced a foreign thaumaturgist, before you started fighting, you had to look at the other party's path and technique. There are many things he wants to observe, such as what he is learning from, what is the emphasis, which kind of spiritual power attribute he prefers, etc.

Lin Muxiang's original thoughts were similar to Tang Ning's. There was a lively fight below, and she was not in a hurry to play. The Japanese who want to survive just don't die. It doesn't matter if they are injured or not, when they are defeated, they will suddenly appear when there is a real crisis, and then they will turn the tide, calm the night, and win the battle. But now that things are going on, it seems that her attention to the gunmen is more important than her priority in the future.

Downing's explanation made her heart clogged, knowing that she probably had a good idea, but the reality was cruel. Life can't afford to joke, and there is no chance.

The crisp chest is high, the waist is pulled back, the night breeze blows the eyebrows and bangs, the delicate and round little face rises to the sky, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, affectionately rejuvenated, calm and calm. asked Tang Ning lightly: "Can you explain specifically." ”

Tang Ning stretched out his hand to the arena and asked, "Aren't you going?" Kuroki Shunichi and the white-haired old man can still hold on, but the others are about to be overturned. ”

"There's no hurry. Let me explain to you first. ”

"That'...... Well, now you're the boss. ”

To put it bluntly, it's actually very simple, just like some small techniques such as stealth techniques that Tang Ning learned from the white fat man this afternoon, the trick of using spiritual power is just a trick, combined with the scene, plus sound, light and color, and the comprehensive use of experts forms an illusion. Illusion is deception, false, vague, unpredictable, what you think is true is true, and what is false is false. Buddhism says that if it is real and illusory, it is also the same truth. Strictly speaking, it is to deceive people's eyes, brains and nervous thinking. Explain things clearly in a few words. Downing certainly didn't have much trouble explaining.

But as soon as his voice fell, his eyes suddenly widened, and then his brows tightened and loosened, and he was surprised. Heartfelt sigh: "Good guys. I see, I see! ”

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Muxiang glanced at Tang Ning and began to move his wrists and ankles. It's like preparing for an athlete off the field before they enter the field. Looks like the little girl is going to make a move.

"It's nothing, it's just been deceived. ”

"Who? who lied to you?" Lin Muxiang's figure that was about to rush out paused, and asked back.

Tang Ning also raised his feet and prepared to follow. Lin Muxiang glared at her and said, "Today I am at home, don't worry about you." ”

"I don't interfere, I just go down to help a friend of mine. ”

"Male, female, Japanese?"

“…… Female, the Japanese are right. ”

"Traitor, pervert. Hmph!" It's like the legendary transposition, the figure flashed, and the person was already standing more than ten meters away. Lin Muxiang's body, which had already rushed out, paused again, and turned around and shouted, "You haven't sued me yet, who lied to you?" Ben girl is ready to save the day. ”

Tang Ning's body movements are not as exaggerated as hers, but they are elegant, and there is no smoke and fireworks. There were potholes and ridges, but under his feet it was like walking on the ground. And it's not slow. Crossing Lin Muxiang, he didn't stop at his feet, and said as he skimmed: "I thought that the illusion master I fought before was also in the convoy, but I was wrong. No one else is there. ”

Lin Muxiang also changed his body shape and footwork, and quickly walked beside Tang Ning, and said, "Impossible, no one is here, how did the illusion come about?" Is there another illusion master?"

"Probably impossible. I think it must have been the master who gave Kuroki Shunichi some kind of disposable props or magic weapons. That's why the scene where the illusion is maintained this time is simple, and it's only been a short time, and if that master is here, maybe Kuroki Shunichi and them will be able to get over. It's a pity that people don't want to get involved in this matter and stay out of it...... Oops. Hurry up, they're going to be overwhelmed. ”

Tang Ning snorted, accelerated suddenly, and his body disappeared like a puff of green smoke. The next moment appeared in the arena. With a shake of the palm, a silver light flashed, and the crescent blade, which was completely condensed by spiritual power, turned into two, two, and four in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, it was divided into eight whistling and rotating silver blade wheels, as big as a small saucer, thin blades, sharp and incomparable, and under the flash of silver light, it cut off the black smoke chain wrapped around the neck of Junko Kasawara.

The illusion was broken, and when the fierce fight began, Junko Kasawara came up and found Chiyo Momura, and she hated this fake shemale who was not a man or a woman. If it weren't for him, there wouldn't be so much trouble. Although, if it weren't for this damn guy, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to meet China's little Tang Jun. But, no matter what, this guy deserves to die. Filled with hatred, she ignored that she was not the opponent of the person in front of her, and ignored that the injuries on her body were not completely healed, and more importantly, her spirit had only been reshaped for a short time, and it was not yet stable. During this time, if you rashly do something with someone, there is a possibility that it will collapse again at any time.

When the drama just started, it could hold out for a while, but it was soon overwhelmed. It hurts like a pinprick in my head. Ghosts began to appear in front of me. Pale gritted his teeth and insisted. She's still holding on because she knows. China's little Tang Jun is coming.

Delicate/panting, sweating through clothes, wrapped in a delicate and full delicate body and crumbling.

When the silver light flickered, she couldn't hold it anymore, her eyes went dark, her body fell backwards, and she caught him steadily with both hands, and then approached a not wide, but safe embrace.

"Sister Junko, I'm here. Sorry, it's late. ”

"Tang Jun, is that you? Junzi thought that he would never see you again in this life. He was pale and delicate, and his big eyes stared at the bright black eyes, especially the crooked eyebrows.

"Don't worry, Junko-san, I'm here. You can't die if you want to, hehe, don't worry about watching the show. The sharp pain in her mind, her delirium, and she fainted without hearing clearly what Tang Ning was saying.

At the same time, a crisp, but cold voice resounded throughout the audience.

"Stop!"

Lin Muxiang's little girl was dressed in a navy blue tulle shirt and pants, with eyebrows and bangs, and a big braid around her neck on her round and full left chest. Standing proudly in the center of the field.

Kuroki Shunichi, who was also sweating profusely, just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly, he found that there seemed to be a few fewer people around him, and the rest of the people were also injured.

"Where's Senior Brother Fukuzawa?" Kuroki yelled.

The voice was too loud, which startled Lin Muxiang, the little girl's willow eyebrows were upside down, her pretty eyes were wide, and she looked back and glared: "Shut up, what are you yelling about?"

……

On the other ridge, Zhou Yu's current head is full of paste, the previous illusion, the current lightning and thunder, and the thunderbolt in the clear sky. It seems to be a dream, true or false, completely subverting his cognition. This is not a movie, he can't think of it, people, what kind of power do you have to master to cause this qiē, what your eyes see is not real, so is there anything real in this world?

I felt the difficult brother next to me, okay, Young Master Jiang was expressionless, and he was grabbing his hair. The stimulation was too great, and Young Master Jiang couldn't bear it a little.

What the fuck is Qimen?Qimen magic?Is it a non-human?Fairy?Youkai?Angel?Or is it a devil from hell?

Slowly, as if he had been infected, he began to pull his hair, his eyes glazed and confused.