As soon as Bianliang landed, he saw the little mantis's double knives raised into the air with the spider, and suddenly shook it hard, and the spider was thrown into the sky like a kite in an instant.

Bianliang opened the fixed cover, and with a tumbling effort on the spot, the big mantis had already run to the spider's side, and the eight big knives swung down, quickly cutting the spider into a pile of waste melts.

The man's son could no longer see clearly, only the crimson blood was left from the spider's remains, and it pooled into a pile of blood on the ground.

The big mantis coolly played the knife twice, and then walked slowly forward, walking towards the seagrass bushes by the Bianliang, and the dark green toes stepped on the one-man tall seagrass, which was even higher than the seaweed.

Bianliang's heart rose to his throat, staring at the mantis's feet tightly, and kept retreating.

The big mantis's hand knife was so terrifying that Bianliang's hands trembled slightly when he raised his fists.

The scene of the spider being mutilated just now kept repeating itself in front of me, and how much better would his fate be than this spider?

Bianliang didn't dare to imagine, and his feet were a little soft.

Not only his feet, but his whole body was also a little soft, but fortunately, the seagrass here was high enough that no one could notice his trembling.

As the praying mantis approached, the seaweed made a "salsa" sound, like the voice of death approaching.

At this moment, Bianliang had countless offensive plans in his mind, and finally gave up.

The praying mantis's fusion armor is too strong, and without a weapon strong enough, it can't fight the enemy at all.

Run? That's really just a matter of thinking.

The speed of the praying mantis, whether on the flat ground or in the mud, is far above itself, and even the jump can't be compared, so how can it run!

Are you going to die? If I knew this, I shouldn't have gone to the sea to hold any revenge! How good it is to stay in Lin'an!

The water is shining and sunny, the kite is flying on the willow shore, and then there is a pot of turbid wine, watching the dragonfly playing in the water...

But let go of such a life, but come to the bottom of the sea to suffer!

Is hatred really that important?

Alas!

Bian Liang sat down in the seaweed in great annoyance, letting the soft seaweed leaves flutter on his face, as if he was slapping his face.

The sound of "salsa" was closer, and the praying mantis's drooping knife and the seaweed fluttering in the wind touched each other gently, and the light brown blades of grass instantly drifted away with the wind.

Those knives were not deliberately showing off their might, but they just happened to pass by, and they harvested a large area of seagrass that was originally free.

What is the paradise, what is the peace and tranquility, as long as there is a butcher's knife, there will always be a day when it will be harvested!

Bianliang's hands stopped shaking, and his fists clenched tighter.

If you don't wipe out the knife bearer in front of you, the ideal life will not last long after all.

Didn't someone say that every warmth in life comes from the blood of martyrs.

Without those souls that sleep forever, how can there be a moment of peace!

Hey, aren't they just a few knives? Come on!

A battle, no matter whether you live or die, the heroes will live forever!

Bianliang's pride was stimulated at that moment, and the person also stood up.

However, the praying mantis actually walked past him unhurriedly, as if Bianliang was an ant, and he didn't put it in his eyes at all.

No, it's not that I didn't put it, but I didn't see it!

I didn't see it at all.

When the big mantis broke out of the ground, Bianliang had already fallen into the seagrass, and the mantis's eyes were attracted by the spider and he didn't notice him at all.

When the spider was dismembered, the controller hiding in the head of the praying mantis did not find him, because the mantis was so tall that Bianliang was in the seagrass, and he couldn't find it at all if he didn't deliberately look for it.

The giant praying mantis stepped through the seagrass and walked in the direction of the hospital.

Damn it! Bian Liang felt a little uncomfortable about being ignored by the big mantis, but he couldn't help it and guessed that the big mantis didn't find himself.

He crouched down, trying to hide his whereabouts.

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Bloody battles are indeed very cool, but knowing that they are invincible and have a way to live, it would be too stupid to rush up to seek death.

Bianliang is not stupid at all.

He's not stupid, but the little praying mantis is.

The little praying mantis is not large, about the same height as Bianliang, and when it walks through the seagrass, it almost comes face to face with him.

However, as if blind, it passed by the side of the Bianliang and walked into the distance.

This is? Completely ignored?

Or is it that the praying mantis are not aiming for themselves in the first place? Are they dealing with spiders?

With these questions in mind, Bianliang stepped out of the seaweed and looked at the backs of the praying mantises.

Wrong! The little praying mantis is so small, it is impossible to hide people on it!

It's not a mechanical shadow! So, it can't see itself!

So what is it?

Bianliang hesitated again.

At this time, suddenly a large number of small warships flew from a distance, and those warships were about the size of a person, and the shape resembled fangs, densely packed, and at first glance, they looked like locust plagues.

In the midst of the battleship, a short man jumped down, his back had no wings, but when he fell, he was as light as an immortal, fluttering beside Bianliang.

"Biansheng, my name is Luo Ping." The person who came acted fairy-like, but his appearance was very immature, and his fair face showed a sunny smile like a teenager.

"You know me?" Bianliang was curious.

This young guy has never seen him before, but why can someone call his surname!

Could it be that the boy is also a person who chases Shen?

Luo Ping bowed humbly, "I've seen your photo, it was sent by the patrol brigade, something happened in the brigade and needs to be dealt with, is it convenient for you to walk with me?" ”

Patrol brigade? Bian Liang looked at the young man suspiciously.

Judging from the clothes of this young man, he doesn't look like a patrol at all, but like a rich son, especially in the middle of his black clothes, embroidered with a white word "house", could it be a rich son?

"Okay." Regardless of him, the inspectors are not bad to themselves, since this young man is under the banner of patrolling, he still gives some face.

"That's good." Luo Ping nodded, "Don't panic." He said again.

Suddenly, Bianliang felt like he was being hung by a rope on his back, and the whole person was lifted up, and it was getting taller and higher.

"What's going on?" Although there is a reminder from the teenager, there is a precaution in his heart, but this inexplicable lift-off will inevitably panic.

Bianliang turned around, and there was no rope behind him.

Is this too weird?

"Starry Sky Line." Luo Ping also flew, his posture much more elegant, as if he had been trained.

As soon as he heard the name, Bianliang immediately understood that there was really a line behind him, but he couldn't see it, just like the starry sky network at the place.

This is, in Hanging Weiya?

Bianliang felt strange in his heart.

Isn't it all used in acting? It has to have an audience to enjoy it.

Now here, there are only seaweed and spider corpses, and what is there to be imposing.

No, there was a sudden crowd in front of me.

No way! Bian Liang rubbed his eyes, did he think about something?

No, those people, it's green!

They're wearing green, they're the green-clad soldiers!

That is, Dong Weiji's subordinates!

And how can they be spectators, they are all butchers.

It's here to slaughter the Inspectors and their own demons!

"Run!" Bianliang shouted at the young man, his voice was very anxious.

Who knew that Luo Ping was not in a hurry at all, he just pulled the clothes that were wrinkled by the wind with his hands, and the white word "Fu" was particularly conspicuous in the air.

There is this word on it, Zheng Tianclan, who dares not to give face!

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