readx;??? Mo Yin stroked the neatly trimmed short beard on his chin, suddenly turned around, and looked at Luo Tu with interest: "Why did you suddenly change your attitude towards me?" Is your heart in turmoil? ”

Luo Tu despised Mo Yin's special hobby very much, and did not give Mo Yin a good look: "Hugh asks that there is no knower on the road ahead, and there is a way to Longmen in the secluded mountains...... Do you understand what I'm saying? ”

Mo Yin's face changed greatly, he secretly clenched his fists, and said loudly: "You want to be a person in the door...... How did you find me? ”

Luo Tu reached into his arms, pinched out a pale gold bank card, flicked his wrist, and threw it towards Mo Yin's face: "I naturally have a channel to find you...... I'm having a bit of a hard time right now, and if you're willing to help, this is your reward! ”

Mo Yin's fingers moved smartly, and his fingertips flicked on the bank card, and the bank card suddenly flipped into Mo Yin's palm, dripping and rotating. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Seeing Luo Tu's cold and hard attitude, Mo Yin immediately guessed, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly became angry, slapped the piano behind him to pieces with one palm, twisted the bank card, and flew towards the bridge of Luo Tu's nose: "Rude junior, since you have something to ask my old man, but you don't know the etiquette to follow, I will replace the old ghost of the bronze and teach you juniors who don't know how to be polite!" ”

Luo Tu stretched out two fingers, pinched the swirling bank card in the air, and hit a huge force, staggered back two steps, and hit the cold wall with his back, only to barely retract his momentum, and was secretly amazed at Mo Yin's strong methods, Mo Yin had already inserted his fingers into his mouth and blew out a short and sharp whistle.

The sharp whistle entered his ears, and Luo Tu seemed to have been pierced by a steel needle in his eardrums, his eyes turned black, and a brief blank appeared in his brain, as if he was instantly closed to the six senses, and sank into the endless dark abyss, and he could not be reborn forever.

Luo Tu's heart froze, the tip of his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, his teeth bit his lower lip hard, waved his arms, stood up and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, desperately urging the power of the power in his body, and the surging spiritual power gushed out of his body, only then did he get out of the boundless nightmare, and his mind regained his clarity.

Luo Tu opened his eyes, a sharp light shot out of his pupils, and under the touch of his eyes, Professor Mo Yin had long since disappeared, and even the piano, at some point, disappeared, in the empty and small piano room, a metal band composed of four young boys, flicking their waist-length long hair, all dressed in black tight-fitting outfits, and long big-headed combat boots with shiny rivets inlaid on the pedals, deducing a neat and violent metal joke.

The boy who beats the drum in the band is stout, the drumsticks in his hands rain down, constantly hitting the copper metal cymbals, and suddenly his arms chop down violently, the bulging muscles swell and tear his clothes, revealing the sweaty shoulders and chest, the dull snare drum sound is endless, and a large canopy of flames suddenly emerges from the drum skin, igniting the arms of the young drummer, and the flesh and blood fall off in large chunks, leaving only the white bones of the forest, but still strong and powerful.

The main field is thin, most of his face is hidden in messy hair, only a red-rimmed eye is exposed, his gaze is hollow, and his voice is psychedelic, deducing an illusory and agile high note, which rises to the top, and suddenly turns downward, turning into a beastly roar.

As the vocals' roar grows deeper and more wild and wild, the guitarist's fingers move rapidly on the strings, the solo sound has spanned many octaves, completely beyond the reach of the normal vocal range, and the fingertips knead the metal fret bar on the board, making a harsh grinding sound, mixed with guitar metal, and deep bass sound, the music is full of incredible magic.

As the metal music became more and more manic, the guitarist suddenly shook his head, revealing a miserable white handsome face, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his clothes were torn, and six steel guitar strings of different thicknesses suddenly came out of his back, waving messily in the air, as if he had life in an instant, and pumped bloodthirstily towards Rotto, whistling endlessly.

Luo Tu was shocked when he saw this, the dog-legged knife was already tightly held in his hand, and his arms were forced, and more than a dozen knives had been split in the blink of an eye, which was able to block the snake-like steel strings, one of the steel strings was split by Luo Tu, and a gurgling red liquid actually flowed out, and the fishy smell was as big as blood.

The guitarist couldn't strike a blow, and the bull drummer had already followed, leaving only the white hands to hold the drumsticks tightly and hammer them hard into the ground, and a furrow of smoke and dust spread rapidly on the ground, and in the blink of an eye it had reached Rotu's feet.

Luo Tu stood up, avoiding the crack in the ground under his feet, and in the wide ravine, a sharp stone thorn suddenly appeared, piercing Luo Tu's chest. Rotto let out a loud shout, and the scimitar in his hand slashed downward, right at the tip of the stone thorn, bursting out a spark, instantly splitting the stone thorn in half.

Without waiting for Rotto to land, the bass player immediately made a move, picked up the bass case next to him, pulled the handle on the box, frustrated back and forth, and the activity of the metal bracket sounded, and the front end of the case suddenly revealed a black hole with a round mouth, spewing out a brilliant flame, which swept directly towards Rotto.

Luo Tu just fell from mid-air, his toes did not touch the ground, it was the old power that was not exhausted, the new force was not born, there was no way to avoid it, he could only cross his arms, protect his head and face with double knives, his body curled up as much as possible, his toes kicked on the ground, and rolled backwards in embarrassment.

Dodging the center of the highest flame temperature in time, Rotto was still exposed to the heat, burned to the ground, only half of the eyebrows on the left side were left, most of the hair was scorched, exuding a pungent smell, the down jacket on his body was burned out of dozens of holes, the down filling was scattered in the air, and after being exposed to the high temperature, it suddenly turned into black coke powder, and Rottu was full of face and embarrassed.

Rotto dodged the opponent's first round of pinching, and before he could catch his breath, the musicians had already returned to their positions, re-playing their instruments, accompanied by a violent metal sound that seemed to sweep everything, the lead singer suddenly rose to his feet, the whole person was as agile as a hungry leopard, waved the metal microphone chassis in his hand, and smashed it towards Rottu.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, Luo Tu was caught off guard and has been in a situation of being passively beaten, not even touching the corners of the opponent's clothes, not to mention the feeling of guilt in his heart. However, Luo Tu's mind was calm, and before he completely explored the details of his opponent, he still chose to retreat, and did not choose to fight hard with the young lead singer, but sneered, his eyes burst with light, and a violent fluctuation of ability came from his body.

In the blink of an eye, Rotto was gone.