The evening sun dyed the clouds bright red, and the setting sun gave its last rays, illuminating the shadows of the people obliquely for so long.

Several young adults stood in front of the aunt, against the background of a long shadow, like evil spirits coming out of hell. Perhaps because the fire clouds were so bright, people didn't notice that the light in this area had gradually changed color.

"Please leave me some... ”

"Get out of the way" the man kicked the woman who was grabbing his thigh, pulling a pile of money out of his pocket and counting it slowly. Auntie's injury is not serious, but of course, it is not because the man respects the old love, but that he still needs to leave the aunt tomorrow to help him touch the porcelain.

These people are actually Vivaldi. They've done it countless times... Forcing children to beg, forcing old people to touch porcelain, forcing young and beautiful women to seduce men, and then pretending to be fairies to jump off the slave trade and various side jobs, the Vivaldi family is not a reliable iron bucket.

Since Vivaldi's assassination, some of these members have left the Vivaldi family. They just want a nice and simple life, not a complicated and dangerous power struggle!.

Cut. Suddenly, there was a thunderclap. Inexplicably falling from the sky, lightning struck the bodies of several people, and the lightning turned these people into Keka on the spot with super energy. Bailey danced like a leaf in the autumn wind in the man's hands. The air was filled with the disgusting smell of burning proteins: "Ahh The aunt was startled and hid in the corner for a long time before she came back to her senses.

Then she gritted her teeth, ran to the corpse, picked up Bailey on the ground, and fled the scene as quickly as possible. Hyland didn't kill the woman, nor did she follow her to save her dying son. Because the information he has can only prove that these people are bad people, but not that the aunt and her son are good people. He's just dealing with what's happening to him. If you can't see it, let it pass. The accident of this little episode, Hyland felt that their style should be a bit domineering.

It's really uneducated to stay in the kennel all day... Since I used Luo Lei to uphold justice just now... So, how about this! Call it justice from heaven! That's it.

Of course, that is to say, although the name of this decision is called "Heavenly Reason", if it is used in the battle of this move, Hailan will definitely not shout the name of this move... It's a shame... I never said it out loud.

After the flag was raised, Hailan nodded contentedly and continued towards the hotel, where Hailan's "Heavenly Principles" and Anilu's "God's Sanctions" had similar effects.

Only Ainilu used lightning to produce a beam of long-range precision strikes, while Lin used the ability of the aurora to produce lightning that hit from a distance under the setting sun, and the alley, with long sea-blue hair dyed black, ran like hell.

Behind her, the other members of the Vivaldi family are chasing the little girl who assassinated their leader. The other members of the Vivaldi family turn on each other, eventually making rules that make it that whoever catches the killer will become the new boss. Vivaldi's cadres are not bad.

If only one ayn is confident to kill the other. If there are two ayn there is confidence against the other. If there were more, Ayn would have had to run for his life. So the deliberately exposed Ayn led Vivaldi's officials and boys to chase them in the streets.

Soon they were near a warehouse. Using the ability of the fruit to reverse to open the locked state, Ain opened the door of the warehouse and hid without hesitation.

"Stop! " Hunt down the Vivaldi family.

"We saw the little girl hiding in the warehouse. Why don't we chase her? ”

"What if there's a trap in there?"

"There's a fart trap. It's just an ordinary warehouse. Moreover, she is just a little girl. You don't have to worry about traps. Wait here, because you're afraid of death. I'll go myself."

"Do you want to make a big noise?" After hesitating for a moment, the traffickers broke down the door. It was a granary, bags full of flour and grain. Where is the kid hiding? Cough... That's how to repay the responsibility! Say, the warehouse, without a trace of anomalousness, turned into smoke and dust in an instant.

"The boss... Cough... Looks like flour" "Who took the bag apart?" ”

"It's not me, cough... When Ayn arrives at the warehouse, she sprinkles all the flour here so that the whole warehouse is covered in flour, and then she initiates the "Backward Fruit" ability to get the warehouse back to normal.

When the traffickers broke into the warehouse, she lost her ability, and while the traffickers were looking for Ayn, she instantly turned them into little white people, a lighter was thrown in through the window, the dry flour was immediately ignited by the lighter, the flour in the air was the best fuel, and in an instant, the entire warehouse turned into a sea of fire. In a very small space, the air is heated and expands instantaneously, and this is how the explosion works.

"Bang!! " The huge warehouse, like an oversized mine, accompanied by a deafening sound, the entire warehouse was instantly blown into ruins, and half of Jianhao Island heard this huge roar.

"Ahh Little Ain was blown by the wind and exploded with a bucket, and his little face was covered with dust, and even his knees were accidentally scratched. The only reason she maintains the status quo is to paralyze her enemies. It's time to go back to life in the old days and reap the lives of those traffickers.

She knew that even such a big explosion would not kill all the traffickers. Why you, little guy I heard a voice behind me, Xiao Ai quickly turned around and said, "Stink!" ”

"Little girl, you are not big, your courage is not small, are you not afraid of blowing yourself up?"

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Little Ain was directly lifted up by Hailan: "Didn't you see you hurt? I don't need a kid like you to get justice, I'll take care of the rest, I'll get you out first, I'm not a kid anymore. Then Hyland was stunned. She frowned and gritted her teeth, but couldn't help but let out a painful "um" sound.

At the same time, being held in the arms of the sea Arashi is discernible to the naked eye at a speed that begins to grow soon, a little girl who just over a meter turns into a slender and elegant girl's dress, which seems loose and loose, and is now tights between the waist and her abdomen.

From Helan's point of view, he can even see inside the vest through the gaps between the buttons.

Bang bang bang. Ouch, you hit me.

The human body is actually fragile. If you want to keep the state of the cross, you can break your arm and leg if you fall from a height of one meter, and if you fall, it is not impossible to fall to your death.

Of course, this refers to the physical fitness of the earthlings. Find a healthy civilian in the king of pirates in the world, and you can become an Olympic champion by placing it on Earth.

Ain quickly stood up, she didn't suffer any harm, but suddenly she was thrown to the ground by Hyland, showing her teeth in pain: "What are you going to do? "? Are you trying to kill me? ”

Hailan replied to Ain casually, I didn't think too much about it. "You asked me to put you down.

"Al Yin rubs his broken arm"

"But you can't just throw me on the ground," Hyland's face explained innocently and solemnly, "but it's certainly the fastest way to put it down like this."

At this time, Hailan was a little depressed, "I'm not a child", after a long time, people's words are not a little girl's nonsense, but he has not been able to communicate with the magic fruit "You... Ain didn't expect Hyland to answer her like this, and she didn't know what to say at the time.

"It's okay, I won't argue with you in the face of saving Lilith in front of you" Bai Hailan glanced at her, and Ain took out a pair of short knives from her waist and turned her gaze to the explosion behind the warehouse. Seeing the weapon in Ayn's hand, tailor-made for close assassins, and thinking of Vivaldi's assassination "Vivaldi wasn't assassinated by you, was he?" Hyland asked. Ayn nodded, "Yes, I know, but I'm not a kid. Don't call me a little girl, Hyland immediately asked, "How old are you?"

"You... Aiying choked on Hailan's words again, and it was not so easy to ask a girl's age. She took a deep breath, then stared at Hyland and said, "I won't tell you!"

"If you don't tell me, then I won't tell you that even a huge explosion that can hear half of Kenhao Island can't completely blow up all the traffickers," Hyland whispered. "In this new world, no gangster can be weaker than him" Ain glanced at Hyland: "Now you want to stop me from killing them?"

Hyland jumped directly back to the eaves and sat down: "You're not a child, why should I interfere with your decision?" Ain didn't answer, she took a deep breath to calm herself, took two sharp knives, and rushed towards the traffickers who survived the explosion, even though they knew that someone was waiting for them, and the traffickers had no choice but to come out instead of hiding in the granary.

When Erin ignites the flour, it causes a "dust explosion", and the grain left over from it becomes the best fuel, and it has become a sea of fire. Stay there and you'll be burned. "Damn little ghost, if I catch her, I'll find a way to sell her to Yan Guolong and make her miserable." Hey, are you talking about me? "Who?"

The traffickers who escaped from the fire were startled by a voice they had never heard before. Looking up from the direction of the voice, the traffickers saw the owner of this strange voice, a strange maiden.

Her red eyes were set like rubies in her charming countenance, her black shawl, her long curly hair, shimmering blue in the firelight, and her fair skin dyed red by the red setting sun.

The tall and straight enclosure holds up the plain short-sleeved shirt to a bright scenery, stained with a little dust, and there is a trace of blood on the long legs, which is even more reverie. In the past, such a woman would have been targeted. But the trafficker who saw this today had only one thought in his head: Who the hell is this? I've never seen it before.

"Hey... Look at her clothes... Doesn't it look like... Hey... Little girl... ”

"You mean... She's a demon fruit farmer? Ayn bowed and sped towards the rest of the traffickers, her eyes glowing red in the light of the fire, the breath of death.

"Guessed right, but there was no reward" Ayn's voice was clear and pleasant, but devoid of any emotion. Seeing this scene, Hailan's eyes narrowed slightly, she must tell the girl Ain not to kill people in the first place, otherwise she can't be so calm?

Is "Ayn" really her real name? "Bastard! Don't look down on us! "First of all, dyed white flour, the traffickers fled the fire and became a group of black Africans, their deliberate anger and pervasive power made them angry to the extreme, and now, they can finally kill the heads of their enemies with the phrase "Come on, brothers, whoever kills this woman is the new boss" OK! "The rest of the traffickers flocked to it, their faces full of brutality and madness.

One of the traffickers raised his knife and bit her hard. She waved her hand gently. The trafficker didn't even see her movements, he just felt a figure flash past her, and then he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, his right arm was cut off like tofu in water, and the steel knife was tightly held in his right hand.

With a clanging sound, it fell to the ground. What they don't understand is, why waste energy trying to figure out who they are while they can be crushed? This is the opportunity that Ayn has been waiting for. If it weren't for the "dust explosion" that hit the drug dealers in the first place, it would not have been easy to kill them all.

"Run!" Before the voice could fall, Ain stepped on the ground, and with her footsteps like a cloud of gas in the center, Ain's figure quickly caught up with the fleeing trafficker like a ghost.

It's certainly not shaving or moonwalking, but when the speed reaches a certain level, it has an effect. In the dazzling flames, Ain's figure wandered among the traffickers like a ghost, holding two knives in her hands, like two living snakes, each passing through a bend, leaving scars on the traffickers.

The blood in the crowd bloomed like roses in hell, cut off from all life in the darkness. She wielded two short knives in her hands, rhythmically like wielding a baton, roses fluttering around her like blood-colored butterflies, and dancing bladed waltzes around the campfire.