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In the smoke and dust, broken bricks were splashed everywhere, and Xiang Lan, who was a little frightened, turned his head to look at the huge void behind him, and looked up at the same one with a blank expression

The night lacks a blank face.

The dust floating in the air has not yet cleared, and only the black shadow printed in the dust mist can be seen very clearly.

A violent cough came out, and it was easy to identify it as a ball, but I didn't know if it was choking on the dust or if it had just strangled its neck too hard.

The sudden force not only made the ball break through the wall, but also fell heavily to the ground, and the momentary change made him a little dazed.

Lying on the ground, he coughed a few crisply, cleared his irritated throat, and then felt a big foot step on his chest very hard.

I struggled to sit up several times, but was stepped back to the ground again and again by those powerful feet.

The dust and smoke cleared, and by the not-so-bright light, the ball clearly took the owner of the big foot into the eye.

The ball frowned slightly, and hammered the opponent's calf with his fist impatiently, "What are you stepping on me, get out of the way and let me get up." ”

There was no hint of reaction, and the demand for the ball was deaf.

A little angry, lying on the ground and struggling to get up, his limbs kept paddling, but he was still clinging to the ground, like a toad that had been slapped on the board.

"That's enough, Ye Quan, what the hell are you stepping on me?" The ball roared, looking up at the face without a hint of superiority, extremely impatient and reluctant.

His chest was almost breathless from the force, and he lay on the ground, his limbs kept scratching on the ground, and the tone of his mouth slowly changed from the previous joke to inexplicable annoyance

Anger.

But no matter what kind of movement and tone the ball has, stepping on his feet does not mean to relax, but can feel that the strength seems to be slowly increasing, from the beginning of the energy

Enough to get up, it became now that my chest was almost bursting.

The sound of the broken wall was heard again.

It's not loud, but it's very noticeable.

Two vague figures were hunched on their backs, somewhat embarrassed in the undissipated smoke.

The silky breeze blew through the smoke and dust, but it still lingered for a long time, and the face with dust and ash stains was once again revealed.

It's the night, his head is slightly lowered, and his hairstyle is a little scattered, but he still shouldn't have the indifferent momentum in his eyes.

Xiang Lan was beside him, his slightly biting lip showed a hint of panic, one hand tightly tugging at the corner of Ye Quan's clothes, and the other hand gently supporting the girl in Ye Quan's arms.

With his head tilted up, his eyes puffed out, he struggled to look at the familiar figure that had just appeared.

For a moment, the ball wanted to smash its head to the ground。。。。。。。 ”

"There's one more 。。。。。。 me" The ball's gaze was no longer wandering, but staring straight at the side of the big foot that stepped on him.

Almost the same as his own general appearance, but the clothes he wears are different, fluttering, chic, and at a glance, his temperament has risen several levels invisibly.

Swallowing hard, he swallowed the saliva in his mouth, "Why don't I remember that I have a twin brother。。。。。。 ”

Looking at his extremely familiar but unusually indifferent self, he just wanted to open his mouth to ask, when a strong force came from his chest, almost breaking his ribs inch by inch.

The huge pain made the ball break out in a cold sweat, and the question that was about to be said was swallowed back hard, replaced by a suppressed hiss.

There were not too many words, and there was no one's will, just a simple glance at each other, and in the inexplicable eyes of the ball, he saw the man who was like his twin brother rushing towards Xiang Lan like a bull.

The momentum is compelling, and even the ball that was stepped on the ground can't help but sigh secretly, it is so powerful, compared to himself, it is simply average.

Soon came to the front of the night short, and almost before some people could react, the raised arm quickly slashed down.

The beautiful arc bloomed in the air, without any sparkle, but it was so dangerous in the eyes of Xiang Lan and Qiu.

"Be careful." Xiang Lan and the ball were still half a beat slower in unison, and Ye Que took a few steps back like a conditioned reflex, looking at the somewhat flustered footsteps and stepping on a lot of dust.

It's not as loud as that, it's just a one-hit surprise attack, but it's as silent as a poisonous snake in the shadows, but it's so dangerous that it feels like suffocation.

Silently got up from the half-kneeling state, pulled back the palm that cut into the ground effortlessly, and threw it in the air to remove the mud stains that were not much on the hand, and lowered his head

The bag was slightly crooked, and on the face without the slightest expression, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his eyes were still so cold that people trembled.

Perfect, too perfect, such a posture, such a temperament, a simple gesture will show the perfect indifference to the fullest.

The ball's eyes were straight, and his gaze was deeply sunk on the chic figure for a long time.

Even if it is difficult to tilt his head, he can forget the suffocating pain from his chest for a short time.

This way of appearing has always been a dream. Chic, arrogant, cruel, indifferent, all of which seem to surpass the previous night shortage.

It turns out that I can be so good.

The heart of the ball is like a pebble thrown into the surface of a calm lake, and there are ripples.

Yes, yes, it's on par with me.

Regardless of being trampled on the ground like a turtle and unable to get up, on the dirty face, a wave of pride arose.

I nodded secretly with great conviction, taking advantage of the heroic feeling to provide tremendous strength, and once again tried to support my body with my arms, and got off the ground little by little.

"Oops~~" didn't even hold on for ten seconds, the ball was stepped back to the ground again, this time the force was so great, accompanied by a cry of pain, the corners of the mouth faintly glowed with red blood.

Ye Que spun around the girl in his arms and hurriedly took a few steps back, but completely exposed his back to the other party's gaze. He didn't care about the opponent's movements after the blow, but stood with his back to him steadily, motionless.

Under the sneer of the other party, the clothes on the back of the night were neatly torn, as if they had been cut by sharp scissors, and hung down weakly.

Immediately after, a dazzling blood mark suddenly appeared on the back of the night, and in just a short moment, the red blood seeped out.

The slipping of the silk strips, in a short time, dyed the lower part of the back of the night missing red.

didn't dodge the attack at all, and with the experience and physical fitness of the night, even if it was a weird attack, it was impossible to hit it with one blow.

And such a surprise attack was done completely under the nose, neither sudden nor violent. It's like a fighter in a fight, completely in control of the opponent's dynamics. But it's so ordinary, but it makes Ye Que completely hurt.

Strange, such a state of affairs is very strange.

Xiang Lan pounced on him as soon as possible, not only took the child in Ye Quan's arms, but also looked at Ye Que with tears in his eyes.

Reaching out to touch Ye Qian's back, but he was afraid of touching Ye Qian's wound, just his fingertips were slightly stained with the bright red blood marks on Ye Qian's back, and he also felt distressed tears.

Ye Que turned around and looked at each other coldly.

The cold gaze did not have too much entanglement in the other side's appearance, even if it was exactly the same as the ball, even if it was exactly the same as himself, and he was labeled as Kunos, all the incredible would become a reality, and just the appearance of the same could not make Ye Que moved.

The gaze wandered over the other party's arm after taking off the gloves, and under the seemingly ordinary appearance, there was an intriguing destruction.

A very ordinary hand knife slash, without excessive speed, does not seem to have too much strength, and the trajectory of a whole set of movements can be predicted in advance. Even if it is used by the regular security personnel of Kunos, Ye Qian has the confidence to resist hard. Can be when the other person's palm is in the air

When the undue luster was drawn, Ye Que's heart tightened, and he chose to retreat, but the trajectory that could be seen was changed for a short time, although the change was only an increase in the distance of a few centimeters, with the reflection of the palm that should not exist, the night was absent

The doubt is certain, and the girl in her arms will be torn in half without hesitation. In desperation, while retreating in a hurry, Ye Que used his body to protect the girl in his arms.

The night shortage, who is indifferent to life, would actually do such a bloody thing, even he was completely unexpected, and even he was puzzled, this simple turn was like a conditioned reflex action formed after a thousand rehearsals.

The strength and speed are very ordinary, this is the evaluation given by the night shortage, and the weird thing is the hand.

Some thick palms can print a metallic luster, which can easily slash to the ground, which can show that it is extremely sharp, and the inexplicable sudden increase in attack distance is really unguardable. But no matter how you look at it, the whole arm is in your eyes, and there is no protrusion

However, the length of the form change, the distance or something, can be estimated exactly at all, and it is really strange that you can still injure yourself under such a premise.

Just as the two confronted each other, they didn't move for a long time, and a large hard clod of hard soil flew out from behind the night short, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air and smashing towards the other party.

It is Xiang Lan's actions, as a woman, in addition to her gentle shyness, she can also be strong at a critical moment to vent her anger without reservation.

There have been too many changes, so that this seemingly weak woman can face what she cares about strongly, which is not a small change.

But sitting on the ground with the child in his arms, in addition to throwing clods of soil to express his emotions, what else can he hope her do.

The clods of soil in the air swirled and smashed over, like a nesting bird, neither fast nor fierce, and when it was about to hit the target, it was held tightly.

It's still that hand, the hand that takes off the gloves and is very normal.

Slowly exerting force, clenching his fist slightly, the not too strong clods of soil were instantly shattered, and the scattered dirt fell down the cracks of his fingers.

That hand, no matter how you look at it, is a very ordinary hand.