"Tick, tick, tick......"

When Su Mufeng's footsteps stepped onto the fifty-sixth floor of the building, the sound that fell into his ears was the sound of the clock hands walking. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But from two very different directions.

Immediately, the scene that came into view made Su Mufeng's brows tighten, and the audience in front of the TV was even more suffocated.

In the empty and vast hall, at the end of the passage on both sides, several unconscious hostages lay in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

- Beside them, the timing of a time bomb quietly echoed.

"Good day, I am Prometheus, your enemy."

A young voice with a slight smile resounded in the hall, "Your Excellency, your strength is unmatched, but in such a desperate situation of moral shackles, what choice will you make?" ”

"Twenty-second countdown, begin—"

Prometheus's simple and straightforward words seem to have a magic that goes straight to the heart.

"Moral Shackles"

Yes, this is called "desperate situation".

The hall with a diameter of nearly 100 meters, only a twenty-second countdown, and a C4 bomb reinforced with alloy - no matter how fast Su Mufeng was, he could only choose one side of salvation.

And if he hesitates in front of the moral dilemma, even the last chance will be completely lost!

The situation reversed in an instant, causing countless eyes to be cast on the city to become panicked.

"Eighteen seconds—"

The countdown has begun, but Su Mufeng's footsteps have not moved.

It seems that before this desperate situation that he has never imagined, he has fallen into contradictions.

"Sixteen seconds—"

Nono's pupils constricted, his face was as pale as paper, and he could only close his eyes in pain and pray for it.

And in the live broadcast room of her mobile phone, the barrage of crazy screen swiping also fell into contradictions and chaos.

"Left, there's a kid on the left."

"Lord Sword Immortal, don't care about the hostages, kill directly to the top, no matter which side you choose, you will be shackled with morality for a lifetime!"

"This game is too poisonous...... Three choices, no matter which one is the most cruel test of human nature. ”

"Prometheus, your uncle!"

"Thirteen seconds—"

As the countdown drew to an end, everyone's expressions became more and more restless.

Finally, Su Mufeng, who had been silent, made a move.

But instead of the sword being unsheathed, he stretched out his index finger, lightly touched the center of his forehead, and closed his eyes.

"Eleven seconds—"

Most of the millions of people in front of the TV sighed and closed their eyes, unable to bear to look at it anymore.

In their opinion, Su Mufeng had completely fallen into confusion in his thinking, just under the domination of his subconscious, waiting for the end of the countdown.

No one blamed him, just heartache, pity, sorrow - both for the innocent hostages and for the young Sword Immortal.

"He's still a child......" An old man, with trembling fingers, stretched out his hand to turn off the TV.

"Ten seconds—"

When everyone fell into a moment of despair.

When Prometheus laughed silently at the top.

When the countdown turns on for ten seconds.

Su Mufeng's eyes slowly opened.

He smiled.

"Fei!"

With the sound of calling laughter, the floor-to-ceiling windows on the left side of the building shattered!

A girl in a white robe, coming from outside the sky!

The long sword was unsheathed, Han Fei held a three-foot green edge, his expression was cold, and he stepped into the fifty-sixth layer in one step!

In the stunned gaze of millions of people, Han Fei's face was expressionless, his body moved, and the next moment, he was already standing in front of the bomb device that was nailed to the wall.

The sound of the endless sea tide that sealed the sea reverberated throughout the hall, Han Fei's long sword fell, and the steel partition was completely cut off.

Almost at the same moment, on the other side of the hall, there was also sword qi.

In the opposite direction, the same move, under Su Mufeng's psychic transmission, Han Fei perfectly copied his tactics.

"Two seconds—"

In an instant, two bombs that were about to detonate were thrown into the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows.

"For a second—"

At an altitude of hundreds of meters, accompanied by two dazzling sparks, the deafening explosion sound resounded in the sky!

In front of the shattered huge floor-to-ceiling window, Su Mufeng and Han Fei turned around, and their long swords were sheathed.

A long wind whistled in the sky.

The whole city fell silent for a while.

In the next moment, the surging cheers like the tide of the sea sounded in every corner!

"Ahhhh Death reversal, perfect comeback! ”

"I was cried by the little sword fairy!"

"I thought that the Sword Immortal was helpless...... I'm guilty, I'm going to eat the keyboard. ”

On the top floor of the building, Prometheus' silent laughter completely froze on his face.

After being silent for a long time, he looked at his subordinates on the side with cold eyes, "She, when did she enter the mansion!?" ”

The subordinate said in a trembling voice: "My lord, satellite monitoring, over, there is no trace of her entering the building at all, as if she suddenly appeared in the sky outside the fifty-sixth floor." ”

Hearing this, Prometheus's expression was instantly stunned.

"Space Psionic ...... Beyonder!? ”

……

……

Fifty-sixth floor.

When the smoke cleared under the sky, Su Mufeng slowly walked to the center of the hall.

Until he met Han Fei in a pure white robe.

Looking at the girl who was still indifferent, Su Mufeng rubbed her long black hair with a smile, and said gently: "Now you can relieve your mental condensation." ”

Hearing this, Han Fei was expressionless and nodded.

The next moment.

She shuddered slightly, as if she had just woken up from a dream, and looked around in a daze, her little face dumbfounded.

Forthwith.

"Woo woo woo woo is so terrible ahh!!hhh

Han Fei threw herself into Su Mufeng's arms, trembling, tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of her eyes, and the trembling of her voice couldn't hide it at all.

Su Mufeng was extremely helpless, so he had to pat the girl's back and comfort her softly.

Xiao Han Fei's fear was naturally not because of the explosion of the bomb.

-- This kid is in the advanced stage of his fear of heights.

The little girl was eating in the inner house in a dignified manner, and was suddenly thrown hundreds of meters into the air by Su Mufeng.

If it weren't for Su Mufeng's mental communication in advance to remind her to protect herself and the mental cohesion of "Chivalry and Travel", I am afraid that she would be scared!

- Yes, psychic communication.

This is the mystery of Su Mufeng's index finger touching his forehead just now, it is not contemplation, but calling for Han Fei in the distant Middle Continent.

In such a desperate situation, he could only let Han Fei come, although Li's temperament seemed to be more secure, but ...... No matter how you look at that girl, she looks like a military advisor with weak combat power.

Fortunately, with the protection of the two war poems, this strategy finally succeeded perfectly.

And when Su Mufeng gently comforted Han Fei, he turned his eyes to the people here and spit out a mouthful of old blood in unison.

"Wait, what about the three-free iceberg little sword immortal?"

"As soon as I was touched by the Sword Immortal, the painting style changed 180 degrees in an instant!"

“WTF！ Show affection on the battlefield, Lord Sword Fairy, you leave a way for a single dog to live! ”

"The most delicious dog food of 2016 is fresh from the pot!" (To be continued.) )