"Brake, welcome back."

At the Sifang base, the big man with the national character face opened his arms and smiled.

Lu Mo silently greeted this farewell hug, not long ago, he gave her a blank application for discharge, telling her that the short departure was for a more perfect return, and he never thought that this more perfect return would come so quickly.

"So, Brake, let's get started! You're back in the first battle of the Hunters! Destinations, airports! The goal is to light the most gorgeous fireworks for the return of the Demon King! Take your team and hunt as much as you want, my dear hunter! Dahan's voice was subdued and frustrated, and his spirit was flying.

Lu Mo stood solemnly, saluted a standard salute, and said sonorously, "The hunter brakes the shadow to receive the order and guarantee the completion of the task!" ”

The big man smiled heartily, with the shyness of the rough men in the north, and there was no lack of fierceness in the war all year round, "In the future, there will be no Qin Ran, only a shadow, and the establishment of the Quartet will also be canceled." ”

Lu Mo nodded, "I understand, thank you team." ”

The big man slapped Lu Mo's shoulder hard, "I just hope that I won't hurt you by doing this." ”

Lu Mo blinked, slightly sour, "I still remember what you said at the beginning, when we stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at us, everything in the world is mixed with good and bad, there are cold, there will also be warm-hearted, in this world, after all, there are more good people than bad people, and there are more good things than bad things. ”

The big man bowed his head heavily, "You are all my proudest hunters, and always will be." ”

Lu Mo squeezed out a smile and looked at the surrounding buildings deeply, but unfortunately he couldn't see it again in the future, and there was a lot of reluctance and attachment.

"Brigade, the world is often embarrassed by themselves, when faced with difficulties, most of them will be timid, looking forward and backward, neither can afford to lose, but also imagine winning, we have always wanted to win, so it is bound to escape from this circle, move forward, and leave no way out."

The big man raised his neck, inexplicably sentimental, these rabbit cubs, "Go, don't miss the time, I will arrange someone to contact you one-way in the future, remember, no matter what, to live, the most important thing is to live." ”

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Aerodrome.

Mu Sheng leaned against a large pillar, his posture was extremely leisurely, and the peaked cap in his hand was turning slightly.

Ji Lan was dressed in black and wearing a mask, but he was dragging a suitcase printed with a pink cartoon pig behind him in an extremely incongruous manner, attracting sideways glances from the surrounding pedestrians.

The breath of Satan, paired with the soft and cute pink bubbles, is an extreme contrast, so that many young girls feel that the hormones in their bodies are about to move.

"Hey, goblin, here! You can do less harm to people and women of good families. Mu Sheng smiled and beckoned to Ji Lan, his usually cold face showing a bit of the sunshine of a big boy.

Ji Lan glanced at him, walked over, and stretched out his hand, "I'm back." ”

Mu Sheng also stretched out his hand to hold it, "When you come back, you won't leave!" ”

Ji Lan grinned, and the coldness on his body dissipated a little, "Everyone is here, I have no reason to leave." ”

Mu Sheng laughed, extremely happy, and as soon as his body turned, his arm was on Ji Lan's body, "Okay, I've been over there for so long, and I haven't been rebelled against yet, it's not that I didn't want to come back before, then I'll interview our big demon king, what makes you so happy, beauty, or power?" ”

Ji Lan curled the corners of his mouth sarcastically, "Just them? But you can't keep me, but it's not done, and now that it's done, I'll naturally come back. ”

Hearing Ji Lan's displeasure, Mu Sheng's eyes moved, he didn't touch his moldy head, and his eyes moved to the suitcase in Ji Lan's hand that was seriously inconsistent with his image, "Yo, Peppa Pig, I didn't expect the big demon king to have such a childlike time." ”

Ji Lan didn't refute, turned his head and looked at the suitcase, "It's cute, is there any problem?" ”

Mu Sheng choked for a moment, not knowing what to say, and held back for a long time before he opened his mouth and spit out four words, "Perverted uncle." ”

Ji Lan glanced at Mu Sheng, noncommittal, in some respects, the perverted uncle is quite in line with his setting.

The two chatted a few more words, and the airport hall suddenly fell into chaos, with the sound of thumping gunshots, stray bullets flying in all directions, and screams one after another.

Ji Lan's face changed, he couldn't care about the cute suitcase, and ran against the flow of people to the waiting hall in the security check area, shouting: "Mu Sheng, evacuate the crowd!" ”

Mu Sheng's face was also solemn, he held up his police officer card, and dragged a few security guards who fled in a panic to organize the evacuation of the people, feeling anxious.

Although I had long expected that it would not be peaceful today, I didn't expect that those people would be lawless and crazy to this point!

I can only hope that Lu Mo and the others will notice it and rush over to answer it as soon as possible.

Ji Lan quickly subdued several young men with rifles who were shooting around.

Looking at the expressions on the faces of those people who were not afraid of boiling water, the numb hearts that had been trained over the years burned with irrepressible anger.

If it weren't for the fact that he remembered that this was the country, and remembered that he had returned, he would have shot a few guns one by one, wasting air alive, wasting land when he died, and only in such a peaceful and prosperous world would they be allowed to live.

"Demon King, long time no see." Wearing a blue avatar mask, Feng walked slowly, a few playing cards in his hand fluttering between his fingers.

When Ji Lan heard this voice that was still highly recognizable after many years, his eyes turned red, and a bloodthirsty impulse appeared in his heart, and his voice was as cold as the Demon King descended, "Wind General." ”

With a smiling smile, a poker card suddenly flew out, Ji Lan's eyes narrowed, he drew his gun, opened the insurance, and shot.

In the flash of light, the bullet pierced the fast-flying cards, and the cards floated to the ground, which was the J of spades.

The attack was destroyed, and there seemed to be sparks exploding in the pupils exposed by the wind, and he, angry, angry, very angry.

"Demon King, it seems that you don't like this game very much, then, just die, die!"

After speaking, more than a dozen cards in his hand flew out together, not like the previous chapter, each card was wearing a silver silk thread.

The wind's fingers flew, and the cards rushed towards Ji Lan at an extremely tricky angle.

Ji Lan's expression tightened, such an attack was too mature compared to a few years ago, even he couldn't completely dodge it.

As much as he could, his physical strength was consumed at a very fast speed, and his dodging movements became more and more inadequate.

Feng looked at Ji Lan, who was constantly hanging colors, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his mouth, his eyes flashed with excitement, and the movements on his hands became faster and faster.

Every drop of blood that splattered was his trophy!

Ji Lan bit the tip of his tongue hard, he was too passive, and he had no doubt that he would die under these playing cards if he continued like this.

With a long exhale, he stopped dodging and rushed straight to the frantically dancing cards, letting his skin be cut open by the fine blades and slamming his fist into the wind.

The eyes of the wind widened violently, the lower abdomen suddenly ached, and the movements of the hands became slow unconsciously, and he took several steps back.

Seeing this, Ji Lan was overjoyed, his hands and feet did not stop, and his fists and feet were like the wind.

The wind dodged in embarrassment, and the anger in his eyes was surging like magma, bursting, and it seemed that it would erupt in the next moment.

"Damn, you dare to stain my clothes, how dare you!" The wind cursed low, and his movements gradually became faster and more comfortable.

Ji Lan's face was pale, he had lost too much blood, and it was an extremely energy-consuming close combat, and his physical strength was almost at the limit.

It's not that the wind is getting faster, it's that he's getting slower, slower and slower.

The wind became more and more excited, as if he had drunk several large bottles of stimulants, his whole body was steaming, and his eyes were full of crazy fighting intent.

He, must win!

Kill this man who brought him shame!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and huge fireworks exploded (don't panic, smoke bombs).

Ji Lan turned his head to look, showed a smile, and fell to the ground softly.

The wind's face changed, and he heard the communicator in his ears ringing, "Wind, don't break our toys." ”

Hearing this, Feng glared at Ji Lan, who had fainted, with hatred, reached out and tore off the shirt on his upper body, the button fell to the ground, he spat fiercely, and cursed in a low voice: "Count you lucky, sooner or later you will be chopped." ”

After saying that, Feng strode away, and when Lu Mo and Ye Wan arrived, there was only a blood-stained shirt and a few torn pokers left.

"What about the Demon King?" Lu Mo clenched his fists and turned on the headset, "Ah Cheng, adjust the monitoring and check the whereabouts of the Demon King." ”

Zhao Cheng in the monitoring room stared at the screen, his face was pale, and he couldn't say anything.

(To be continued)