The sun shines. The smell of heat permeates every corner of the desert.

The rotors spun rapidly, and the helicopter remained hovering in the air. Underneath is Buchaye Road, a high-speed highway leading to the city of Valentine.

At this time, two supercars were parked on the avenue, a silver-red Lamborghini and a chrome-gold Astinmarten.

In the sand on one side, a Mercedes-Benz SUV was parked with no tail at all. It opened wide in the back, and the entire car was splattered with blood, and the air was filled with pungent blood that made people almost faint. The man in the driver's seat had long since fainted with fright, and the doctor in the cage remained motionless as if he were dead, as if he were just an extras to decorate the struggle.

His eyes were green, like a venomous snake spitting out a letter that exuded the breath of death.

He tossed the torn piece of meat into his mouth and chewed frantically. The hard teeth tore at the pieces of flesh, grinding them to pulp, and then the protruding Adam's apple, which had not yet fully developed, floated violently, and the flesh was swallowed.

Mo Xiaoxiao showed a satisfied and happy expression on his face. It's just that kind of satisfaction, it's more like Hell Shura sticking out his tongue and licking blood.

Ling Ruolan on the helicopter no longer had the frowning brows just now and her previous demeanor was calm, and the fear on her face had already expressed her inner world clearly. She had never been in such a situation. It was terrifying, her brain almost stopped working as if it had crashed. Her mouth was wide open, but she didn't move.

The driver on one side was already stunned. His sweat was frantically spilling out of his body, and his clothes were soaked, but he didn't realize it.

Although Ishihara behind him was also full of horror, reason still prevailed. His eyes were staring at Mo Xiaoshuang below for a moment, and his hands were already clenched into fists until his nails were pierced into the flesh, and blood was spilling out, but he didn't notice it at all.

Prince Daikenroe sitting on Ishihara's side. At this time, there is no longer the original elegance and calmness, and the aristocratic temperament of the gestures has long flown out of the clouds. He lit the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his breathing seemed rapid and trembling. He was scared like a helpless child.

There was a dead silence throughout the plane.

Fang Shijue and Mingming on the sports car were also stunned at this time, looking at this kind of picture that they had never thought of, and they were also sitting motionless in the car for a while, sluggish like dolls.

Everyone was stupefied by Mo Xiaosheng.

Another strong white man, who had not yet suffered, held the heavy machine gun in his arms with both hands as if he had seen a devil. That was the only thing to rely on, and he would never let go.

The only one in the entire desert who was still moving was Mo Xiaoxian. Like a greedy hungry wolf, he ignored everything around him, and kept stuffing the bloody flesh he could see into his mouth, as if he hadn't eaten for days and nights.

The strong man on the side didn't even dare to look at it. He didn't dare to take a breath, praying in his heart that God Almighty would appear before him and save him from this hopeless disaster.

Mo Xiaoxian eats extremely fast. It's just less than a minute. In addition to the blood and bones remaining on the ground, the flesh of the strong man who was torn by his hand had been completely eaten by Mo Xiaoju.

But that's just the prelude.

Mo Xiaoshu picked up his iron fist again and swung it at another strong man.

The strong man almost instinctively raised the only weapon in his hand, not to shoot, but to block. Block with a heavy machine gun, which is the only option right now.

"Knock". A heavy thud erupted. Impartially, Mo Xiaoju's fist slammed into the heavy machine gun that was raised.

The barrel was badly twisted and deformed. Now even if it's full of bullets, it can't shoot a single shot. Only the bore.

The only weapon also lost its role. Despair was already written all over his face. The expression of looking at death as if it were home was a little tragic and a little helpless.

Mo Xiaoshu raised his fist again without hesitation, and then opened his five fingers and grabbed at the strong man's skull, seemingly wanting to kill him with one blow and directly grab his head.

But at this moment, the endless desert behind him was suddenly stirred up by a strange wind.

Clusters of sand flew into the air, and the sky was covered with a net of sand like a fierce sandstorm.

Suddenly, the sand in the air condensed, turning into several long ropes as thick as giant pillars flying towards Mo Xiaoju. It's huge, but it's incredibly fast. The sound of breaking the air rang out. Large, thick, freely bending pillars of sand are in front of you in the blink of an eye. Then like the long tail of a python, it stretched out to Mo Xiaoju's limbs and wrapped it tightly.

The hearts of the surviving strong men were about to break. His worldview, if it had only been cracked before, was now shattered. This kind of ruin picture is really difficult for him to accept.

The sand pillar dragged Mo Xiaosheng out of the car with amazing explosive power, and then threw it directly into the air. The pillars of sand turned into dust and shattered in the air, bringing up large areas of sand mist.

Rush past the highest point, and then accelerate downward.

"Boom", the sand splattered high into the air, like a bullet fired at high speed. The sand fog then rose, and the originally static sea of sand was completely broken. It turned into quicksand.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew. The sand fog was blown away, and the place where Mo Xiaoxiao fell was revealed.

The speed of the quicksand was extremely fast, and Mo Xiaojiao, who could still see blood stains all over his body just now, had already sunk into half of his body at this time. Face down, buried in the sand, limbs sliding down as the quicksand rolled. I don't know if I live or die!

City of Water Palace, Blue Bank Bar.

The warm morning sun casts light on small patches of ground through the half-open gates. The light penetrates the air, and there are fine dust flying freely.

In the bar. After a night of tossing, there was a mess everywhere. The waiter, dressed in a neat work uniform, came out of the depths with a sigh of relief and rubbing his sleepy eyes. They walked around the litter and came to the window.

One by one, they reached out and pulled the thick curtains open to both sides. Vast expanses of gold poured into the room, expelling the darkness that was originally black and could not be seen with five fingers, and illuminated it brightly.

Looking at the garbage everywhere and the empty wine bottles lying on the ground, the waiter took a deep breath and found a broom and dustpan. They tacitly divided the bar and cleaned it carefully.

Images like this appear every day at the Blue Bank Bar. Accompanied by tranquility.

"Knock knock", there was a knock on the half-open door.

The waiter closest to the door put down the broom and dustpan in hand, then got up and walked towards the door. He stopped at the gate.

In front of him was a neatly dressed young man.

The man looked to be fifty years old, and the facial features of his face were delicately carved and distinct, and he was a handsome face that would dazzle a room of girls.

He wears a tall black hat with a faint brown outline on the barrel, which goes well with the black. The upper body was straight, and the suit hung on the shoulders without wrinkles and then hung down naturally, revealing the white shirt underneath without a few openings. The shirt is white and spotless, with a faint blue stripe. He doesn't tie a tie, but an elegant bow hangs around the neckline. The lower body is a pair of black trousers, which are hot by the iron. On his feet are white socks and shiny black leather shoes. The leather shoes were covered with shoe polish, and the sun shone on them, and they were dazzlingly bright.

A pleasant cool breeze blew outside the door, which made people's pores wide open, which was very comfortable.

The hem and trouser legs of the man's clothes also flutter slightly in the wind, giving them a natural and graceful look.

"Excuse me," the man asked with an apologetic bow, bowing politely, "Is Uncle Lan here?" ”

"The boss is still resting, you can come in and sit and wait a while. The boss will come down on his own when he wakes up. The waiter responded. The other party looked either rich or expensive, and the waiter's tone was extremely respectful.

"I'm sorry for you." The man nodded with a smile.

The waiter moved out of the way, and the man took off his hat and walked in.

The air inside the house is obviously not comparable to the outside. Outside, the morning is refreshingly fresh, while the interior is filthy and full of carbon dioxide that has not yet been opened.

As if worried that the man would not be accustomed to the environment inside, the waiter trotted to the window, opened the glass window, and the cool breeze blew in, carrying a refreshing smell.

The man found a random vacant seat and sat down, his waist still straight.

He placed his tall hat at his side, his eyes staring ahead, and waited quietly.

As time passed, the originally sparse sky lantern road began to increase the flow of people. The quiet environment was gradually broken, and gradually the voices of people were boiling.

"Do you need to close the door? It's a bit noisy outside. The waiter asked.

"No, I don't. Let's go! The man still nodded and smiled.

The waiter nodded, did not speak again, then picked up the broom and dustpan on the ground, and went about his business.

I don't know how long it took. Footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.

Then he revealed the blue time of stretching and snorting. Lan Youshi was wearing a suspender shirt, and his face was a muddy face that had not been washed, and he had a mustache and black hair that was like a chicken nest.

"I said old friend, why are you here, what kind of wind is blowing?" Lan Youshi was a little surprised. He descended the stairs, then poured a glass of water and drank it all.

"The desert winds of the Abanese Peninsula in the southern hemisphere." The man stood up and walked towards Lan Youshi with a smile on his face.

"What kind of elegance is it, and it is good to speak happily? This is not your royal family of Husha Country, you have to smile and act elegantly whenever you see someone! I don't know you yet? Come on! Lan Youshi rolled his eyes, he spoke extremely fast, and he didn't care about the shot back.

"I don't want to do that. No way, the old man always said I was too casual. Said that I should be like in the royal family outside, and only when I am full of aristocratic temperament can I bring a beautiful lady home. The original elegance was swept away, and the face was full of ruffians, "I hate this shit bow tie." This is not a drinking party! ”

The man savagely removed the bow tie and discarded it casually on the couch.

"Take a pretty lady home? The old king is really interested. What is he doing here? There are already more than a hundred princes and princesses in the family, so why do you want to pass on this 'elegant' hobby to you? Succession? This is to make the whole country of Husha a royal family! Or to establish a royal academy with a thousand people. If you are allowed to live, it is justified, all of them are princes and princesses, and they are considered a real royal academy. But are you sure you're so ruthless down there? Lan Youshi was also full of ruffians, "You want to be inspired to become the number one stallion in the whole Husha country?" To apply for Guinness World Records, I have a number here that I can give you right away. ”

"Can you not complain so sharply?" The man was speechless and pressed down Lan Youshi's hand, which had already clicked on the phone's address book.

"Seriously. What do you want to do here? I don't think you're here to talk to me about the old days," Lan Youshi's ruffian anger went up a notch, "If you see some beautiful lady who wants to take me there, your old friend is still so righteous!" ”

Manly wanted to vomit blood, "Let me finish." Can you not interject? ”

"You say you say it!" Lan whistled from time to time, and his appearance was exactly the same as that of the thugs in the market.

"No small injury!" The man ignored Lan Youshi's whistle and said seriously.

"Mo Xiaoxiao?!" Lan Youshi, who was still full of ruffians, suddenly changed his complexion, and his eyes stared at the man.