"I'm a duckling, babbling. ”

On the road, a dilapidated pickup truck, running happily, the roaring motor, accompanied by a pleasant singing, the sunset, a beautiful picture.

This "lord" is very old, the iron sheet is rusty, and the whole body trembles when running, but for Qin Hao, this is simply the most perfect means of transportation.

He was lying comfortably behind the pickup, with all kinds of snacks piled up in the entire card bucket, while blowing the wind, eating delicious food, humming songs from time to time, expressing his inner feelings, life is too beautiful.

"Alas, people who are easily satisfied are happy. He sighed with emotion and said words full of life philosophy.

"Squeak. ”

The pickup truck stopped roughly, and the huge inertia made Qin Hao's whole person rush forward, and his head hit the lord's iron sheet, and a large piece of the originally rusty iron sheet was knocked off by him.

"Oops, I'll go. ”

Qin Hao covered his head, his face full of unhappiness.

I saw a middle-aged man in front of the pickup, he was dressed in a straight suit, with a smile on his face, very gentle, like looking at an old friend who had been separated for many years, with kindness.

Behind him stood a dozen figures, dressed in black, with black scarves wrapped around their heads, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, looking at the shabby little pickup truck, as if they had seen prey, with a playful look.

The middle-aged man gives people good senses, is well-dressed, has a kind face, and is also very ordinary, making people feel like a warm uncle.

His eyes looked at Nan Bing, and he looked at Nan Bing, always with a smile.

Looking at Nan Bing's eyes full of hatred, and unconsciously grabbing the long knife in his hand, he showed a helpless expression.

"Don't you know the teacher, yes, I haven't seen you for a long time, now I should call you Lin Wan'er, or Nanbing. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to see his student who had been absent for many years, and his face became more and more cordial, not caring about the anger in Nan Bing's eyes.

Hearing this voice, Qin Hao clenched his fists, his wings slowly spread, and Sen Han's fangs appeared from his mouth, this voice was very familiar to him, he had taught him music, and he had released a guitar on his birthday.

Over the years, whenever he has free time, Qin Hao always takes out his guitar to play a song, he likes music very much, and he also likes that guitar, and has spent many years with him.

In the battle with the little monk, the guitar that had accompanied him for many years was burned to ashes, which filled him with regrets.

But now, his memory has recovered a lot, and when he hears this voice again, he has a feeling of anger in his heart, and wants to punch this person to death.

He gritted his teeth and two words popped out from between his teeth, "Teacher." ”

"Haha, it seems that Qin Hao still remembers me, by the way, the guitar that the teacher gave you. ”

With a smile on his face, he looked at Qin Hao, like a really kind elder, his tone was gratifying, and he seemed to be very happy.

Seeing Qin Hao's mask, there were no eyeholes in those eyes, his eyes showed regret, and he said unfortunately, "Seeing you like this now, it really hurts the teacher, isn't it good to be an ordinary person, your current appearance is really miserable." ”

Speaking of this, his expression changed, becoming hideous, his original gentle demeanor was swept away, and he glared and said, "What's more unfortunate is that today your pair of mandarin ducks are going to completely fall here." ”

Qin Hao couldn't stand this person's noise for a long time, he was obviously a great enemy, destined to live and die, and he was still pretending to be a memory of the past.

He was very annoyed, and when he met these people here, it was obvious that he had come specifically for him and Nan Bing, and the time to attack was very accurate, just when the two of them were seriously injured and their bodies were depleted.

This attitude is completely because I feel that I have eaten them, I have made enough preparations, I feel that I can already play with the two, and I have treated them as dead people, and there is no pressure at all.

In fact, Qin Hao and Nanbing had an agreement that after this mission, they would go to the orphanage to explore, but now, these people actually took the initiative to make trouble.

Qin Hao's chest, the top of his head lit up together, his body was self-evident, and he would shine, he spread his wings and jumped, fearless in his heart, seeing through life and death, in the midst of thousands of troops, he could also stand in front of the battle.

His momentum continued to rise, originally like a sick seedling, his body was withered, and there was no life to speak of, but now, the two points in his body operated on their own, flowing out vitality, making him refreshed.

He struck the posture of the White Emperor Fist in the air, and swooped down, heading straight for the man in the suit.

Seeing that Qin Hao was about to make a move if he didn't agree with each other, he shook his head, with pity, and said in an unkind tone, "I thought you had changed a lot, but unfortunately, you still can't see the root of the evolutionary path clearly, it's just a reckless man." ”

He stood still unmoved, but the man in black behind him neatly pulled out his weapon from his arms, their weapon was very strange, it was actually a uniform standard scythe.

The sickle is snow-white, just the appearance of mortal iron, without any decoration, and there is no abnormality, as if it is really just a farm work in the hands of an old peasant.

Subsequently, these black-clothed people disappeared inexplicably in place, as if teleporting, and when they reappeared, they had already surrounded Qin Hao.

More than a dozen scythes swung towards Qin Hao, wanting to harvest his life, each with a very tricky angle, completely sealing all his retreats.

Qin Hao only felt that the strong wind was whistling around him, as if he had no way to live, like an iron net, surrounding him.

His momentum changed suddenly, he gave up the strange White Emperor boxing fight, opened and closed his fists, and threw dozens of punches around in an orderly manner.

His fist strength is domineering, he doesn't care about vitality, he was originally only a first-level and second-level person, but at this time he is extremely brave, those sickles were violently shocked by him, and only one or two scraped his clothes crossed.

And those sickles were originally like ordinary iron tools, silver-white, but when they touched Qin Hao's skin, they turned black, as deep as ink.

Qin Hao only felt afraid for a while, and in his heart, he only felt that he must not touch the sickle.

His feeling was very accurate, although he couldn't see the situation around him, Nan Bing was always watching the battle, and her heart tightened when she saw those dark blades.

It is a kind of poison, locking people's meridians and vitality, and there is a time limit, but when fighting with the enemy, there is no vitality, isn't it like fish and meat, and it is slaughtered by others.

She had already experienced that at that time, before she joined the God Slayer, in a swamp, she was cut by the man in black, and her vitality was completely lost, and her whole body had no strength at all.

Eventually, she barely escaped the chase by hiding under the swamp.

At that time, she had just become an evolutionary, and there was almost no difference between her and ordinary people, and you can imagine how much perseverance a girl who was still an underage needed to escape the pursuit again and again.

Recalling these, her eyes continued to be cold, and the murderous aura on her pretty face was already clearly visible.