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Meng Yan sat on the ground, blood pouring out from his left shoulder, and he watched in horror as the young man in front of him kept retreating. The www.biquge.info other party didn't seem to be in a hurry and walked over slowly, still with a hideous smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the process. The switchblade in his right hand was stained red, making it even more terrifying.

This guy came prepared!

Originally, Meng Yan's reaction speed to summon Zilong was already quite fast, but unfortunately they were all deceived, they all thought that the other party's master had caught Meng Yan, and the berserker killed Meng Yan.

However, they were wrong, very wrong, the berserker's jump slash was aimed at Zilong from the beginning, Zilong wanted to protect Meng Yan but found that the berserker was coming at him, and in a hurry, he could only barely pick up a gun. Here Zilong made the most clear and resolute judgment, if he insisted on picking the opponent's master, he could only hurt the other party, because when the tip of his spear touched the opponent's master, the berserker's axe had already removed Zilong's head.

Although Zilong was not injured, he was directly hit by the berserker's huge force, and the screen flew out of the room, directly crushing the tables and chairs in the hall.

The moment Zilong fell to the ground, a carp flew up, but the berserker had already roared and rushed to the front, the giant axe swept, flashing a trace of blood, Zilong raised the gun and stalled, but the strength of the berserker was extremely great, and Zilong had just stood up and had not yet put on a posture, and was directly slashed against the wall, and the wall cracked.

Zilong used his strength to push the blocked axe away, moved half a step to the left, stood firm, and swept the berserker who was eager to attack with a tooth for a tooth with a tooth for a tooth to sweep the berserker who was eager to attack the wall, even in this small shop, Zilong's seven-foot spear was still superb. The fragile reinforced concrete was subjected to two successive impacts, and finally could not resist the shattering into pieces, and the steel bars broke and bent. The berserker slammed into the wall of the door behind the antique shop, but he was not affected in the slightest, and rushed straight up in three steps and two steps to continue pestering Zilong.

Just when the berserker was chasing and beating Zilong, Meng Yan was also being chased and killed by the berserker's master. Originally, Meng Yan was caught by the young man, and when the berserker jumped up, his attention was all on the berserker, because he felt that this young man was just playing a restraining role. Before participating in the game of the Fate Throne, they were all ordinary people, and Meng Yan thought that for an ordinary person, he did not have the consciousness of killing, at least not yet.

But he was wrong, he ignored the advice Zilong told him. He has subconsciously associated "danger" with "master", but he ignores that the "danger" is the young man himself.

At the moment when the berserker jumped and slashed, the young man took out a switchblade at the same time and stabbed it straight into Meng Yan's heart. Maybe it was a conditioned reflex when facing death, or it could be an explosion of potential, Meng Yan subconsciously retreated and leaned to the right, and the switchblade glowing with silver light pierced Meng Yan's right shoulder deeply, and although the blade was short, it was almost completely buried in Meng Yan's flesh. At that moment, a heart-piercing pain hit Meng Yan's brain, he didn't cry, but the corners of his eyes were already naturally filled with tears.

"What a quick response." The Berserker's master smiled happily, but this smile was so hideous and terrifying in Meng Yan's eyes, and it seemed that he had met "Ryunosuke". (Ryunosuke is the bloodthirsty and murderous lord of fate/zero, who likes intestines)

"You're really a weirdo, you have to fight by yourself as a master." Meng Yan calmed down his excessive heartbeat slightly and slowly stood up from the ground, he only hoped to fight with this madman until Zilong got out to save him.

"You want to stall?" The young man smiled and said something to break Meng Yan's thoughts, "Don't bother, don't talk about spearmen in terms of force alone, even if you are a swordsman, you may not be the opponent of a berserker." ”

"It's true that a berserker can be invincible by force alone, but can you afford his magic consumption?" Most of the B-rank do have the courage to move forward and not be indeserved, but the magic consumption in contrast to this is huge, and it is also the newcomer Meng Yan who concludes that this young man does not have such a high magic power, but it is only four or five points similar to himself.

"You don't have to worry about that," the young man took off the glove in his right hand and squinted and smiled, "I still have a spell to replenish the magic power." ”

Meng Yan was a little speechless in shock, there were only three spells in total, and only two could be used, even if the other party could win it, he wouldn't make money, not to mention that he might not be able to succeed.

"I remember that yesterday the cavalry and his lord both appeared, why didn't you go to deal with them, but instead came to find a difficult me?" Meng Yan saw that the other party didn't mean to come up directly and do it, but chatted with him with interest, and didn't care whether Zilong could get out of him, he delayed it first, he just begged not to wait for the berserker to come in with Zilong's head.

There was some noise outside, and the young man realized that some civilians seemed to be attracted to it, and he began to hold it back.

"They're all upright guys, don't worry, you have to deal with people who know how to forbear, sit back and watch the times change, such as you and the magician." The young man said jokingly, and then raised the switchblade in an accentuated tone and rushed over, "Actually, it's just that I hate people like you." ”

Meng Yan turned around and wanted to run out, who knew that this guy was extremely fast, and when he came up, he left a long blood mark on his back, and he reached out and grabbed Meng Yan's collar. Originally, this knife almost cut Meng Yan's pair in half, and when the young man pulled it so hard, he directly tore off more than half of it, and Meng Yan also stumbled and fell to the ground.

The young man rode on Meng Yan's body in pursuit of the victory, holding the knife in his backhand and stabbing straight down, Meng Yan subconsciously raised his hand in a gear, and the sharp blade sank into his forearm again.

A pig-killing howl pierced the sky, "Spearman, save me!" ”

Zilong and the berserker struggled, how could he have time to care about the antique store, and when he heard this, he was distracted and had the upper hand, so he had no choice but to throw the silver gun in his hand. After all, Zilong had not yet gained a firm foothold, and there were berserkers interfering with him, and the young man dodged the blow with a backward lean.

But this throw was not completely useless, just when the young man's center of gravity moved back, Meng Yan used all his strength to get up and flipped the opponent to the ground, which was originally a good opportunity to fight back, but Meng Yan chose to retreat. He rushed to the door and shook the ancient door vigorously, but it could not be opened.

The young man came to his senses, got up, and rushed forward with a blood-stained switchblade.

Meng Yan tried his best to tear down the left shelf in the hope of blocking it, but due to the severe pain in his left shoulder, his left arm could not be raised, so he could only use one right hand to cause the container to fall very slowly, and his right hand was scratched again.

Taking advantage of the fact that the young man was blocked by the shelves, Meng Yan turned around and slammed open the door and escaped from the antique store.

Because the battle between Zilong and the berserker was huge, it attracted a lot of onlookers, and when Meng Yan rushed out of the antique store, it was already a little crowded outside.

"Help, robbery, call the police." Meng Yan rolled down the steps directly after crashing out of the door, he shouted hoarsely, but it was a pity that everyone looked at him covered in blood and no one stepped forward to help, and they all cowered back, and even some people took pictures there, and a little kinder helped call the police.

Hehe,The game of Fate Throne is really realistic.。

Meng Yan couldn't help but feel a little desolate in his heart, the indifference and numbness in the eyes of these people around him were exactly the same as in reality, everyone swept the snow in front of the door and didn't care about the frost on the tiles of others.

But fortunately, the master of the berserker did not chase after him, but escaped through the big hole made by Zilong and the berserker during the duel, and the berserker immediately disappeared into the air, and Zilong did not chase it, and hurried to Meng Yan's side, but received Meng Yan's order in his mind, "I'm fine, don't come here, you are spiritual." ”

It didn't take long for the police to come and say that they would take him back to record a statement, and Meng Yantui said that he would go to the hospital first. The doctor said that the wound needed stitches, but Meng Yan didn't have a dime on him, and the hospital was not a welfare home, so he had to go back alone.

"Master, our residence has been exposed, do we want to change places?" Zilong proposed, Meng Yan was using his healing technique with his eyes closed, a burst of turquoise magic slowly injected into his wound, and a burst of coolness spread across his left shoulder covering the burning pain. The bright red flesh of the cut, which had been exposed to the air, was now healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Whew~." Meng Yan snorted lightly, this healing technique was too comfortable to put on his body, "It's true that we have to change places, but I already know which heroic spirit the berserker is." ”

"The Master knows? I saw that his complexion and appearance were strange, and I was astonished. ”

"He's not human." Meng Yan muttered to himself, and sighed involuntarily.

It's a pity that the boss didn't pay Meng Yan today's salary because he was smashed, and he didn't ask him for compensation. In addition, there is also very unfavorable news, Meng Yan used the healing technique to consume three points of mana, although he felt that the mana in his body was slowly recovering, but the speed was too slow, and it would probably take more than ten days to return to the full mana of four points.

"The question is where do we go?"

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