The big hole was sealed, completely squeezing out the only remaining vitality in Takeshita Xiong Er's body, his old face, the ravines were vertical and horizontal, and as Hao Jingyu's fingers pointed out, there was a slight red light. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe red light is very faint, and if you don't look closely, you can't detect it at all. It's a phenomenon of flashback, and it's faint, but it's real.

"It's not a lot of time, but it's enough for me to kill you!" Hao Jingyu drank deeply, the blade on his finger made a golden sound, and a snow-bright knife light flowed quickly in the palm of his hand.

In Takeshita Kumaji's mouth, there was a humming, indistinct cry, which sounded intermittent, but full of pain and fear, and his old and godless eyes showed a begging meaning, hoping to get a happy death.

"I didn't expect that a cold-blooded executioner like you would also have times when he waged his tail and begged for mercy." Hao Jingyu sneered, stepped on the ground with one foot, and with a slight "gentle" force, he shook Takeshita Xiong Er in the air. Looking at the red light on Takeshita's face that wanted to retreat, Hao Jingyu raised his palm lightly, and his figure flashed rapidly around Takeshita Xiongji's suspended body.

A bright silver ray, dancing in the air, silver lines, leaving a beating afterimage, wrapped Takeshita Xiongji, the miserable howl sounded, one by one higher than the other, where it can be seen that this is the last cry of the dying man.

The howls lasted for a short time, only a few tens of seconds. When the sand and dust in the sky settled like dust, everyone clearly saw that a lonely and arrogant figure, with his hands behind his back, stood up to the sky, and the killing intent exuded from his body was like ten thousand years of cold ice, which made people shiver when they looked at it.

Looking along Hao Jingyu's figure, Takeshita Xiongji has been dismembered, the broken bones of his limbs, only a very fine flesh and blood are connected to the fascia, two long and small blades, from the neck to the feet, the human skin is peeled off from the blade, and the rolled flesh and blood are cut into sheets, and the whole person is like a dead fish, which is cut out of dense knife flowers.

"Vomit ......" Many people began to vomit, not daring to look directly at the bloody corpse. But the pleasure in their eyes is enough to show that although Hao Jingyu's methods are bloody and cruel, they have won their approval.

"Oh ......" monstrous cheers erupted from the crowd, and the earth-shattering applause was like a wild wave, wave after wave. No one will sympathize, the butcher with blood on his hands, not to mention the hatred between Huaxia and the Cherry Blossom Country, it is difficult to confide in the vast sea.

"Win, the eagle is worthy of our patron saint of China, the deceased will be avenged for their blood revenge, may they rest in peace." The host gave a timely exclamation to fully mobilize everyone's high emotions.

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"Perhaps, some people will think that I am cruel and bloodthirsty, but ...... I want to tell you that to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself, and I want to tell the world with my actions that all the forces that want to harbor evil intentions and ill intentions against our Huaxia, please be ready at any time to meet the thunderous anger of our Huaxia. ”

"All the murderers who committed atrocities in our Huaxia, our soldiers, our iron-blooded aliens, even if you are a peerless powerhouse, we will also kill you and use your blood and bones to mourn the deceased."

"Now, please join me in a minute of silence for our compatriots who have passed away today, and wish them all the best in heaven......

"May the departed comrades go all the way in Heaven!" In the crowd, someone took the lead in shouting, and then the whole night erupted into an earth-shattering shout. Everyone couldn't help but repeat that sentence, and it wasn't until Hao Jingyu made a silent gesture again that the earth-shattering sound gradually subsided.

A minute passed quickly, and the pathos nurtured in the air lasted for a long time. The light mask was opened, and the faint roar of the machine in the night disappeared. SWAT officers quickly formed a human wall to block out the high-spirited crowd.

"Get out of the way, we just want to take a group photo with the Eagle of Huaxia, the patron saint of Huaxia." Some people shouted, they were very emotional, and they said what everyone was thinking.

"Please be quiet, the eagle must be tired, and the injuries on his body are in urgent need of treatment. Please keep in mind that no matter whether the eagle is an angel or a devil, no matter how cold-blooded and cruel he is to the enemy, our support and understanding are the affirmation of his bloody struggle. The host tried to wave his arms and reassure everyone.

Hao Jingyu was very cooperative, coughing up a mouthful of blood, blood dripping in the air, sprinkled, its shape was like a grand blood-colored plum blossom. With a light footstep, Hao Jingyu's figure jumped up, leaving a back full of reverie, completely disappearing from the black curtain.

In front of the virtual image, the leaders of all parties were already in an uproar. Because of the sand and dust in the light mask, the signal of the virtual image was forced to be interrupted. No one knows what happened in the end, and how the Shura-style god summoned by Kumaji Takeshita was defeated, everything is a mystery.

"Damn!" In the Imperial Palace of the Emperor of Sakura Country, a middle-aged man with a short stature and a fat body, a face like a tray and a somewhat collapsed nose, drank angrily.

"I actually lost." Several onmyoji and ninjas, with a look of disbelief on their faces, summoned Rahu, there is absolutely no reason to lose, Rahu is one of the four heavenly kings of Shura, how can such a powerful Shishen possession.

However, the reality is so pale, and it is an indisputable fact that Takeshita Kumaji died.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, the Prime Minister has sent news that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China has issued a statement that it will investigate the terrorist attack in Yanjing to the end, and ask us to give an explanation by name." A waiter hurried over, holding a document that had just been drawn up.

"Confess? I'll give them an account of what! It's just a joke, Kumaji Takeshita is dead, who can prove that he is an alien from our Sakura Country? Let's talk about what the Prime Minister's response is. "Emperor Asahiaki, that is, the man, his eyes were on the ceiling, and he didn't care about the content of the statement at all.

"Back to Your Majesty, the Prime Minister's meaning is only four words, refusing to admit it, and in the form of a document, he has drawn up an ultimatum, the content of which is very simple, warning Huaxia not to slander us, and asking them to apologize to us for the statement."

"This is a document, please look at it ...... the emperor"

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In Xuanyuan Studio, Chu Xiaoqian was taking care of the unconscious Xuanyuan Xiaoying, and Li Bai was like a door god, guarding outside the house. His perception has been shrouded in the studio as the center, a range of more than ten meters, it can be said that the retro attic of Xuanyuan Studio, the upper and lower floors, including the street outside the building, any wind and grass are in his control.

Zhang Yun, the receptionist in the studio, is also very busy, she is the yin spirit attached to the paper man, at this moment, she is making soup for Xuanyuan Xiaoying in the kitchen. Her movements were very skillful, adding all kinds of medicinal materials to the pot in order, and the whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of medicinal food. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in, piercing through the kitchen windowsill glass.

Li Bai moved, disappeared from the room, took up an afterimage, and rushed into the kitchen. Zhang Yun didn't even have time to let out a frightened shout, and Li Bai's hand, which had already bypassed the hair, was handed out with two fingers, clamping the strong wind that hit her pink neck.

Strong Wind is an email with a sentence scrawled on it: Xuanyuan Xiaoying personally opened.

Li Bai quickly returned to the hall and did not chase after him, there is a saying in Huaxia that it is called turning the tiger away from the mountain. Xuanyuan Xiaoying was still asleep, and no matter what the intentions of the messenger were, he had to guard the hall to avoid accidents.