Red Lotus and Qinghe chatted with young people while drinking, and the young people cherished their words like gold, and sometimes they didn't even bother to speak, but Red Lotus and Qinghe were full of interest. After drinking a glass of wine, Qinghe asked, "Sir, can I ask you to dance?" A pretty girl like this must have been everyone's favorite in a bar, but the young man seemed indifferent, "I'm sorry, I can't dance!" ”

"That ......" Qinghe stood there, his face was red and dripping blood, he didn't walk, he didn't sit, two crystal tears rolled around in his eyes, and I felt sorry for him. Honglian was very unhappy: "Sir, don't our sisters have the qualifications to dance with you?" ”

Seeing the scene here, a few fierce young people sitting next to him were already furious, and when they saw the two girls pear blossoms and rain, they couldn't help but arouse their hero complex, grabbed the beer bottle on the table, rushed to the young man, and scolded: "Who the are you?" Isn't it amazing to have a woman's face? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu gave you a little bit of a man? ”

The young man sat there without even blinking his eyes, drinking to himself, and directly ignored the few young people in front of him as air.

A young man with a tiger head tattoo couldn't bear it, knocked the bottom of the bottle off with a "snap", grabbed half of the wine bottle and stabbed it in the young man's face, and yelled: "Fuck your mother, I told you to drag-"

Seeing this scene, the two girls screamed in fright, and when they found someone fighting, the bar was in chaos. The young man didn't seem to even move, and the "tiger-headed" young man flew out on his back, with half of the wine bottle stuck in his throat, and blood shot out of the mouth of the bottle like a fountain. His body twitched twice, and then he fell silent.

", he killed our brother and abolished him—" The remaining youths threw away their bottles, drew their shiny knives from their arms, and slashed at the young man in white. The young man still seemed to be moving, and a flash of sword flashed, and the young men fell to the ground, their tendons and hamstrings all broken, and blood flowed all over the ground, crawling on the ground like seal people, and the ghosts cried wolf.

The young man threw away the knife in his hand, took out a white tissue and wiped his fingers, picked up the wine glass, looked at the two girls, and said coldly: "Are you two still satisfied?" ”

Honglian and Qinghe's faces changed suddenly, and the next moment, they scurried up like female leopards, their long round and straight legs slashing down in the air, and two ten-centimeter-high heels pierced the young man's eyes and throat like daggers. The young man pressed his hand on the coffee table, his body flew up in the air, and he flipped to the back of the chair, his movements were clean and neat, as if flowing water, and not even half a drop of wine in the cup was spilled. The two girls' attacks missed, and with a flip of their wrists, a small black pistol appeared in each of their hands. This kind of small "thunder in the palm of your hand" bullet has a capacity of only one shot, and it is absolutely a hundred shots at such a close distance, not to mention that they are all "sharpshooters" who can shoot incense with their eyes closed, and they definitely don't need a second shot to kill someone. Their movements were fast, the young man's movements were faster, and with a slight force, the wine in the cup shot up, and his other hand popped out with the momentum, "pop" twice, and the two wine drops actually shot through the wrists of the two girls like bullets, and the small "thunder in the palm" "choked" fell to the ground. The two girls covered their broken wrists, their faces twisted in pain, but they didn't dare to move again. Because they knew that if they didn't stop, the "wine bullet" would not penetrate their wrists, but their heads. Seeing this scene, the customers in the bar ran clean.

"Papapa", crisp applause rang out on the stairs of the bar: "It is worthy of being the king of killers in the dark world, the 'Snow Demon' says that killing will kill, and the means and kung fu are really good!" ”

The snow demon no longer looked at the two girls, turned around slowly, and saw a tall woman walking down the stairs, her face covered with a light veil, and she couldn't see her face clearly. He sat down indifferently, took a sip of wine, and said in a cold voice: "I have heard for a long time that the Pavilion Master of the 'Purple Moon Pavilion' is peerless, I don't know if I am lucky enough to see the immortal face?" ”

The woman smiled and said, "In front of the snow demon, which woman dares to call herself peerless?" Speaking of this, her voice became obviously cold: "Dare to ask Mr. Snow Demon, what grievances do we have with you, and Your Excellency actually killed me indiscriminately?" ”

The snow demon sneered: "Grievances? I just can't think of much. It's just that someone killed Hidezuru and splashed sewage on my head, so it seems that he should give me an explanation, right? ”

The woman said, "Mr. Snow Demon suspects that we did it?" ”

The snow demon played with the wine glass and said lightly: "I have never 'doubted' in doing things!" ”

"So Mr. Snow Demon wants to kill them all?"

The snow demon looked at the two girls and said disdainfully, "Haven't you already done this?" ”

"Me?" The masked woman laughed twice and said, "The snow demon is the snow demon, it seems that nothing can be hidden from you, okay, no matter who wants to kill whom, you can't get out of the 'Mangrove' bar alive tonight, otherwise the 'Purple Moon Pavilion' will be disbanded from now on!" As soon as her words fell, more than a dozen black holes appeared upstairs and downstairs, firing at the snow demons. The snow demon is not an immortal, and being shot by a dozen guns at such a distance will kill even the body of King Kong. The moment the gunshot rang out, the figure of the snow demon had been lost on the sofa, and the next moment, the killer who was leaning on the railing on the second floor suddenly howled, threw away the gun, and desperately grabbed his throat with both hands. His throat burst open, and a bewitching rain of blood splattered outwards in a fan.

"Huh? There he was—" The killers were stunned by the snow goblin's ghostly attack, and just as they let out an exclamation, another killer had his throat slit and fell to the ground. This kind of killing method and speed are indeed terrifying, the killers of "Liuyue Tower" are famous all over the world, but unfortunately they met the king of the killers, a little white shadow flew and fell, flickering, between a few breaths, there were four killers of "Liuyue Tower" who had their throats cut. The masked woman was furious, drew her gun and fired continuously, chasing the white shadow like a shadow. The warhead she used was not an armor-piercing bullet, nor a tungsten gold bullet, but a special gas bullet. "Woo Woo Woo", the warhead continuously exploded behind the Snow Demon, exploding one cloud of red smoke after another. When the snow demon realized that something was wrong, his nose had already inhaled a little dust, his mind was dizzy, and his speed slowed down significantly. Almost at the same time, a rain of bullets whistled and hit the place where he landed. If it weren't for his quick reflexes, this rain of bullets would have turned him into a bleeding honeycomb. The snow demon took advantage of the situation to roll into a room, feeling that his head was getting more and more painful, and his eyes were becoming more and more blurry, he knew that he had fallen into the other party's way, and if he didn't rush out in time, he would really die here tonight