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“.” Ling Shucheng pulled off his coat and threw it to Gan Yao, who had just kicked his high heels aside, with one hand, glanced at the thin boy, and added to Gan Yao, "It's not for you." ”

"Hey, I know." Gan Yao glanced at him and wrapped the boy in his arms in his coat, "Now my sister, my life is also in your hands, play it well." ”

“…… Don't hug it so tightly. Ling Shucheng grabbed the doorknob and looked back at the boy again, as if he had confirmed something.

He found out? The boy with no name and no surname, only "Moon Bird" as his code name looked at him with a smile and thought.

It's really strange, how did you find out?

The heavy door opened a small slit, and a slightly harsh light extended into the door. The boy finally glanced back at Luo Ziyang, who was leaning against the shadow of the wall with wide eyes, and couldn't help coughing with laughter, and was pinched by the woman holding him.

He heard Ling Shucheng whisper a "tsk" between the shots, and emphasized to him: "Hold on." ”

At this time, he should be warned to be "honest", right?

The boy curled up in the woman's arms very well-behaved, as if watching an excellent action movie up close, and looked at Ling Shucheng who was walking in front with great interest.

Ling Shucheng is obviously very good at dealing with this situation. After first dealing with a few gun-wielding guards, he threw the exhausted pistol in the face of the last gunman, lifted the sideboard on the side of the hallway, threw it straight ahead, and neatly snatched a long knife that did not suit his temperament, kicked it on the wall, and stabbed the enemy behind him with his backhand.

Obviously pure violence, Ling Shucheng's movements have a classical and rigorous beauty, his hand slightly adapted to the weight of the long knife, and soon drew a meticulous arc. A power far above all people, an absolute experience, such a person should have been as sharp as a sword.

When he encountered someone who could manipulate metal, he decisively threw the weapon he had just gotten and threw a vase into the person's face - judging by the smoothness of his movements.

Empty-handed again. Ling Shucheng turned his head to dodge the stabbing sword, glanced at the two people in skirts behind him, one big and one small, and suddenly reached out and directly grasped the blade of the sword—a risky move that might cause his hand to be split directly. But Ling Shucheng only used his elbow to block the opponent's piercing action, and without waiting for the stunned enemy to react further, he flipped in front of him, elbowed him in the face, and then took the cold weapon again.

The blood oozing from his fingers didn't seem to affect Ling Shucheng's sword-swinging movements. The boy even heard him breathe a sigh of relief as he grasped the hilt of his sword, as if he had a relatively handy weapon.

Compared to the group of people on the other side who seemed to have a deep feud in the sea of blood and wanted to cut off his head directly with every blow, Ling Shucheng seemed to be just mechanically repeating the job of "incapacitating the opponent", forcing Gan Yao to occasionally follow him to make up for the knife.

Every corner seemed to be a favorable terrain for him, and all the opponents who chose to show their heads first were taught enough lessons. Guards armed with thermal weapons were clearly his first target, and the sheer gravity forced them to fall to their knees with their guns in their hands. Enemies with higher-tier talents, such as the one who can throw fireballs, are also blocked by him with nearby enemies and quickly return the sword.

At this time, the increasingly loose enemy gradually realized that such a closed and narrow environment was not a restriction on Ling Shucheng, but a restriction on them who had a numerical advantage. The one-way passage of a crooked passage in the house was designed so that Ling Shucheng did not need to worry about his back, and the best result of all the assassins who tried to raid was just a slash on his shoulder, and the other party moved his neck as if he was nothing, grabbed the person in front of him and threw him out.

No wonder they are so arrogant and dare to break through with burdens. There is such a reliable big brother to take the lead, and Gan Yao, who is holding him, has been watching the play behind him "wow" to "wow", sighing that the only difference between conceit and self-confidence is the gap in real strength.

Encountering a small capable person who can affect his vision through his spirit, the boy only felt that it took a second in front of him, and the man fell to his knees with his abdomen clutched. He glanced at Ling Shucheng, who was sweating slightly on his forehead, and Gan Yao, who was full of incredulity, and suddenly wanted to applaud.

Such a person, as long as he can still maintain the fog that the people next to him have done their best to lay around him, as long as the true level of talent is never known to the enemy, I am afraid that he is indeed a thorn hanging over the heads of all opponents. Flash Dance.

The boy couldn't help but laugh. Ling Shucheng's professionalism is really fascinating, showing genius-like excellence in some aspects, and revealing the kindness that should not appear in people like him in the details. This kind of mercy should have killed him a long time ago, but he relied on his superior strength to forcibly pay for his actions again and again.

If he directly chose to kill him, the "Moon Owl Lord" who would soon be useless, it would obviously be much easier for him to break out of the encirclement alone.

Even when I was holding in my arms, the feeling of dizziness was still more and more impossible to ignore. As the most relaxed spectator, the boy gasped heavily, feeling a little regretful that he could not see Ling Shucheng's ballroom dance-like performance of spinning to the center of the enemy and breaking through in turn.

Last time, thanks to Luo Ziyang, he finally stepped out of this prison-like room for the first time in his life, and was able to see the outside world - or the scourge of the people outside the ship.

The snooping into Ling Shucheng's dream was more laborious than he expected. Almost while he was trying to penetrate, Ling Shucheng, who had not yet fully perceived the "invasion", subconsciously continued to tear out his consciousness. With such a strong resistance, I am afraid that the tricks of most people who are pretentious and have the ability of spiritual direction are not enough in Ling Shucheng's eyes.

But that person might be.

Habitual fear briefly flashed through the boy's mind, and he suddenly curled the corners of his mouth again.

It just so happens to be today! Maybe that person won't be able to make it back!

Tonight may be the closest he's ever got to freedom. The boy coughed in a low voice, his hands still clutching Gan Yao tightly.

He should listen to Ling Shucheng's words and grasp it more tightly. This elite, who is a little so-so in most places, has a subtle sensitivity in some subtleties, and the mutual temptation of the two sides in the dream realm actually makes Ling Shucheng vaguely aware of the desire that many boys themselves almost do not want to admit.

"Hold him vertically, not horizontally." Ling Shucheng spoke very quickly, "Tell him to hold on...... It's almost there. ”

How did he see a lot of things? This person's thinking logic is really out of the box. The boy closed his eyes and reluctantly nodded in response to Gan Yao's repeated encouragement in his ear.

He was running out of steam.

If he had just waited for a powerful congregation to visit him every day, he might have lived a few more months.

Lately, the ability has been used so often that he has barely been able to sleep properly. Leaving this house where the guards are doctors can continue to save his life?

In a daze, the boy remembered many of the dreams he had seen.

False joys and sorrows have long been commonplace, and the uncontrolled real world is so cold and boring.

Even so, he wanted to really get out and have a look.

Not to be bound, not to see through other people's memories, not to become a "moon" surrounded by false stars, but to stand in the sun and take a look at the so-called "outside" in Ling Shucheng's mouth.

Ling Shucheng had already noticed it, right? So he didn't seem to worry at all that he would reveal the key fragments he had learned by chance in his dreams to those people.

Because Ling Shucheng, who had that inexplicable compassionate heart, was the only person he could hope for and drag him to the outside world.

The head hurts more and more. In the environment of escape, the boy fell into a strange half-sleep.

"Remember, you are the god in charge of dreams, the moon owl who keeps all people alive." The silhouette of his face swayed one after another in front of his eyes.

"It is your ability and your responsibility to fulfill the sad wishes of others in your dreams, please don't excuse yourself with physical discomfort."

"Family? You are a god, how can a god have a family? ”

"Boys are trouble! The previous two, in terms of seniority, are his grandmother and mother, right? It's much more worry-free than him, and he asks questions every day, which is really annoying! ”

"You don't need to teach him so much, as long as he learns a little bit of deception."

"It's just a monster, and when it's used up, I'll change it to an obedient one."

Countless figures sat around him, barely breathless from the cacophony of conversation. They seemed to be judging him, and they seemed to be just looking at him and laughing.

The mocking, the contemptuous, the supplication, the longing.

In the deepest part of the dream, among the blue and white hyacinth flowers, he finally saw a slender and short figure that was completely different from the others.

"Mommy......" he called softly.

In the only dream you left me, what kind of fragrance does this flower that blooms all over the mountains have?

Using all the bullets, Ling Shucheng threw the third gun he had snatched into the small fish pond.

The boy's muffled voice made him can't help but glance back, and then looked at Gan Yao with a look of "Look, I know that you have a crooked brain for this kind of little girl".

The back of a long-haired figure flashed through his mind. Ling Shucheng sighed, concentrating on driving out all the strange thoughts for the time being.

The boy was right about saying that they were in some ways the same kind.

-

"Captain Zong, there's an accident at the shrine." Through the noisy crowd, a young policeman finally stumbled onto the platform of the street park and whispered in Zong Changjing's ear.

"Quick, you go to Mr. Quanlin to borrow some people first." Zong Changjing's eyes swept over the men, women, and children holding the "Give me justice" sign under the black pressure, and gritted his teeth and said, "I really can't leave here." ”

"Yes." The young policeman answered, paused, and added, "I heard it when I came...... I don't know why this is spreading so quickly, several merchant ships have already contacted their own military police, uh, the Pangu is coming very quickly, saying that it will arrive in a while. ”

"Phew." Zong Changjing lowered his head and took a sip, "I'm afraid they made a ghost, of course they move quickly...... Confirm that we didn't find the person we sent out in the afternoon? ”

"No, I'm afraid ......"

"Something that doesn't work." Zong Changjing's cheeks were slightly bulging, and his voice was extremely low, "It was put on a ...... This is considered a combination of stolen goods. ”

"So what do we do next?"

"Go find Mr. Quanlin." Zong Changjing's eyes were bloodshot, "It's a big deal to compare who brings more people and start faster." ”