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Li Mubai naturally didn't know Yang Yayan's thoughts, he didn't have much left in his heart, so he could only leave it to one person.

The man's name was Twilight.

Thousands of years ago, this man had another name, called Gaia.

Li Mubai and Gu Heng were like swords, competing with each other.

The two of them went back and forth, arguing non-stop, and soon covered the matter of Zhou Muwen's proposal to vote.

The hunters felt that they had lived for a long time, and watched Li Mubai and Gu Heng arguing with relish, and their mood became inexplicably cheerful.

They gathered together to listen to the two people bickering, so they almost grabbed a handful of melon seeds and peanuts, and watched while eating.

Zhou Muwen had a bad premonition in his heart, as if something was beyond his expectations and was developing in a direction out of control.

He unconsciously became agitated, and wanted to say a few words but found that he couldn't interject at all.

In desperation, he had no choice but to send a text message to Mr. Wu: I'm sorry, it may be delayed for a few minutes.

'By eight o'clock, we must arrive. Mr. Wu gave the order to die.

Zhou Muwen put down the phone, glanced at the time again, and was a little relieved.

Okay, he'll take a good look at what the hell these two guys are up to.

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Syllable!

After Mr. Wu replied to Zhou Muwen's message, he was so angry that he smashed the phone directly on the table.

Ms. Wu walked out of the tea room, poured a cup of tea and handed it over, and asked, "What's the matter?" Zhou Muwen did something wrong again? ”

"Hmm." Mr. Wu held the teacup and answered, his voice was low, and he was not in a good mood.

"How's it going? I heard that someone found Changxi? Ms. Wu changed the subject.

Mr. Wu looked at the tea smoke and was silent for a while, and said, "I sent three hundred people over, I don't know if I can bring them back." ”

Ms. Wu held his hand and said comfortingly, "Don't worry." We all know the general's ability, and he will definitely bring back the escaped 92. ”

'Ninety-two' is the number that Chang Xi was uniformly marked when he was arrested in the laboratory.

Mr. Wu has always regarded him as a work of art, which is invaluable.

He was very remorseful for losing such a perfect object, and he kept sending people to find Chang Xi's traces afterwards.

Now, he was finally relieved that the flawless 'Ninety-two' would be caught soon.

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At around seven o'clock in the evening, there was a fourteen-car crash on the outer ring road of Liangcheng.

Chang Xi's car is also among them.

After the crash, the fuel tank exploded in a chain.

All of them died in the fire, and none survived.

Chang Xi pushed the car door open and walked out of the fire.

A snow-white robe hung down at his ankles, dragging behind him, swaying slightly with the blazing fire.

He is the suzerain of the blood clan, the ancestor of thousands of clansmen, surrounded by the dignity of the blood clan, blessed by the ancient spirit gods, and the false fire in the world cannot burn him.

The only thing that upset him was that he had delayed his search for twilight.

Suddenly, Chang Xi slowly stopped, and the tail of her snow-white clothes was stained with dust.

In the middle of the outer ring road, an army wearing ancient armor appeared.

The army was lined up in five lines along a wide road, stretching as far as the eye could see to the end of the darkness.

The number is numerous, the details are unknown.

This army has a very big feature.

All the soldiers' facial features, height, and physique, and even the weapons in their hands are exactly the same.

They seem to be printed from the same mold, and their subtle expressions are like looking in a mirror.

The purpose of their trip is very clear, that is, to catch Chang Xi and bring people back to the laboratory, and they must leave a living mouth.

"Rush." One of the leading soldiers raised his sword and gave orders.

When the other soldiers heard the order, they immediately carried it out and attacked Chang Xi without hesitation.

Dozens of long swords flashed with sharp sword light, intertwining into a silver net in mid-air, pressing down vertically above Chang Xi's head.

The weapon in their hands was a long sword mixed with seventy percent silver, and it was infinitely powerful.

As long as the blade touches Chang Xi, it will not kill Chang Xi, but also make Chang Xi suffer a heavy blow.

Chang Xi flicked his sleeves and rolled up, and swept backwards in a white dress.

The silver net fell from the sky, and it couldn't trap him or hurt him.

However, the soldiers refused to stop there.

They cooperate with each other, have a heart for each other, and there is no need to communicate at all, and they will shine brightly and brightly.

Chang Xi waved her snow-colored robe, rolling up the clear sleeve flowers in the dark night.

He raised his hand and wrist, and countless cold strong winds flew out of the sleeve flowers, hitting the soldiers' bodies.

Each needle pierced through the soldier's heart and disappeared into the night.

One by one, the soldiers fell, and the corpses piled up.

Their bodies were clean and tidy, and not the slightest blood was shed.

It turned out that when the wind needle penetrated their chests, the powerful force directly froze the blood.

Chang Xi himself is a frozen blood clan, and since the beginning of Pangu's world, he has been hidden under the deep sea ice.

Therefore, his favorite place to live is the North Sea, and his greatest interest is to sit on the top of the iceberg and snow in the middle of the North Sea, fishing alone.

Perhaps for this reason, when he turned his strength into a weapon, he would always have a cold snow aura, frozen into his bones, and bloodthirsty into frost.

Click, click.

There was a crisp sound of ice on the road.

The soldiers who fell to the ground gradually covered their bodies with ice and snow at a speed that could be seen by the human eye, forming an iceman.

With a light touch, the coolness penetrates the bone marrow.

The other soldiers were shocked when they saw this scene in front of them.

Although they are cloned bloodlines and their brains are not very flexible, their instinct to fear danger has not been lost.

However, the military order cannot be violated, and it can only rush forward.

This is a good group of soldiers who obey orders and swear to kill the enemy.

They adopted the tactics of killing themselves in a sea of people, and pounced on Chang Xi without their lives.

The people in front dragged Chang Xi with their own lives, and after death, the corpse turned into a stepping stone for later generations, looking for an opportunity to capture Chang Xi for their companions.

In the dark night, phantoms came and went.

Their bones were cold, clogged in the middle of the road, exuding an eerie aura.

Suddenly, two soldiers grabbed the tail of Chang Xi's clothes, took advantage of the momentum, and rushed forward, pounced at Chang Xi's feet.

They clasped Chang Xi's ankle and stuck two silver rings on the slender and graceful ankle.

Once the silver ring was fastened, it quickly contracted and closed, and fell deep into the flesh and bones.

Two blood marks suddenly appeared on the white ankle bone, soaking the snow-white cotton socks and quickly penetrating outward.

Chang Xi's figure flickered, and he waved his sleeves to shock back the soldiers.

The pain in the ankle came along the skin, as if with a numbing electric shock, a pinprick pain.

The small foot ring has a pocket power supply embedded in it.

As long as the power supply touches the skin and is embedded in the flesh, it can use the skin and blood as a medium to form an electric current circulation.

It is equivalent to a small stun gun and has a very strong attack power.

It is used to capture the rare and precious blood clan of Chang Xi and other species, which is very suitable.