In any case, the evil fire of the blood famine finally dissipated after beating and abusing people, and now he sleeps peacefully, as long as he sleeps quietly until tomorrow, and then ambushes in the attic of the Oriental Pearl Opera House in advance, and aims the long-range sniper rifle with a range of three thousand meters at the eyebrows of Masako Kurori, and then gently pulls the trigger, hehe, 100 million US dollars in hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Originally, I wanted to abuse the black hole Masako on the stage of the Oriental Pearl Opera House, but with the elimination of the evil fire, the blood famine began to panic, and the indescribable panic made him very uncomfortable, he got up from time to time to look at the time, but unfortunately the time passed slowly and long.

In the end, he kept watching the time like this, which caused him to lose sleep all night, and in the darkest hour before dawn, the blood famine really couldn't stand the torment, so he immediately got up and set off with the mighty rifle, and it was better to stay at the blocking point earlier.

The early morning of the winter night was particularly cold, although the blood shortage had already surpassed the realm of cold and summer clothes, but the cold wind from the outside world combined with the chill in his body also made him shiver a little, it seemed that this blood Lingzhi worth 100 million US dollars was not so easy to earn.

However, such an embarrassment will eventually pass, and time will not slow down for a second because of people's emotional problems, and the reason why it feels slow is because of their own delusions.

The first show starts at ten o'clock in the morning, and this performance is a total of two, one is ten o'clock in the morning, and the other is eight o'clock in the evening, both are prime time, so frequent performances, is to create the best time for the killer to shoot, is this contempt for the killer or sympathy for the killer?

At ten o'clock in the morning, the black hole Masako wearing a white gauze skirt walked on the stage elegantly, and he was still holding the cute little teddy in his arms, and the killer blood shortage saw the little teddy with white hair and immediately laughed, no wonder the old man Pulsatilla was so angry, it turned out that someone used a dog to tease him, hehe, well, these things are none of his business, now he just needs to point the standard mirror at the black hole Masako, and then gently pull the trigger, look, killing is actually very simple, The point is that the wait before killing is hard.

However, the blood famine that had been accurately aimed at it could not pull the trigger, and this was the first time such a damn thing had happened, especially after his martial arts had advanced to the early stage of the prefecture level, it was impossible for such a fart to happen.

However, this blood famine is also fought out from large and small blood killings, and there is still vigilance to save his life immediately when he finds that his fingers can't pull the trigger, and he immediately rolls on the spot to escape, what task, what the most advanced rifle, he has no time to care, or concentrate on escaping.

However, in front of the blood famine, there was a very handsome young man, who was not the little assistant called Mo Bai.

"You're Mo Bai? Hehe, sure enough, there are some doorways, it seems that I have to kill you before I can continue to kill. Blood Desolation said coldly with his blood-red eyes.

Halfway through the sentence of the Blood Waste, he immediately pulled out a Blood Sausage Sword and took off into the air, the second half of the sentence was said by the Blood Desert when he flew into the air, and he took off while speaking, this is already the category of innate martial arts, and it seems that this Blood Drought is half a step away from the middle stage of the advanced ground level.

In particular, the blood sausage sword that came out more than half a foot long was even more majestic, and even Mo Bai in front of him could feel the deep sword pressure, this was the sword pressure of the sword immortal who could cultivate the sword mang, and suddenly, the sword actually stabbed the position of Mo Bai's heart.

However, the blood famine that stabbed this sword did not have the slightest sense of accomplishment, because it did not feel like piercing into the flesh, especially with the piercing sound of metal rubbing, and even more fools knew that it did not pierce the heart, because no one's heart could be refined into such a hard appearance.

When the blood famine found out that this sword had not made any contributions, he immediately stabbed Mo Bai with a backhand, this blood famine was really powerful, and he actually made a sword with his left hand and a knife with his right hand, which was too surprising.

At that time, Mo Bai had already activated the six-color metal essence armor, and the armor refined by these six pieces of metal had already been channeled by the refining of Mo Bai, and when the knife slashed, Mo Bai didn't have time to react at all, and the six-color metal essence armor had already been automatically divided into a piece to block the knife.

According to the speed and strength of that knife, Mo Bai believes that there will be no more than three people in the world who can block this knife, even if this knife hand blood shortage or pulsatilla to block this knife may not be able to block this knife, no wonder this killer blood shortage is so arrogant.

"Impossible, you can't block this knife, my knife was given by a god, this sword and a sword were originally made from the heavenly immortal vine, how can you resist it? I don't believe it, I definitely don't believe it. Blood Hunger shook his head in disbelief.

"What's hard to believe, your fairy sword magic knife is just an imitation of the divine weapon of the heavens, do you think you can use the divine weapons of the heavens?" Mo Bai said honestly and politely.

"Liars, all liars, that pulsatilla swears that this is a divine weapon of heaven, that it is worth tens of millions of dollars, it turns out that it is just an imitation, can you tell me what your defensive weapon is made of? Why is it so hard? "There are some incoherent words in the Blood Hunger.

"I can tell you, but it has to be after you die, hehe, you can die now." Mo Bai sacrificed the way of tying the immortal rope and throwing the blood-colored knife at the same time.

The blood famine was directly tied like a zongzi by the bundle of immortals, and the blood-colored knife was accurately inserted into his eyebrows, in this case, the Daluo Immortal could not save him, but if he had a soul, Mo Bai was very willing to tell him about his six-colored metal essence armor.

The blood famine screamed miserably, and the blood-colored knife entered his brain directly from his eyebrows, although the knife did not enter completely, but this blood famine probably couldn't survive.

Mo Bai watched it with his divine sense, and he didn't find a soul, it's really strange, this is already the cultivation of a ground-level martial artist, and he hasn't even cultivated a soul that can escape?

Mo Bai was angry and directly sacrificed a fire bomb, and then Mo Bai coldly threw the fire bomb on the corpse of the blood desolation. This fire bomb is already in the category of real fire, and it is natural to burn a corpse, but there will be a small part that is not burned out, and the rest seems to be a bead of blood.