The young man put away the expression of his smiling face, put his mobile phone into his jacket pocket casually, and stood still, his steps were uncertain, his face was serious, and a feeling of Yue Zhiyuan's stop emanated from him. It seemed that Lancet's stormy attack just now had no effect on him at all.

Lanster also realized his gaffe.

He folded his wings and landed on the rooftop, bowing slightly politely: "My sorry, please allow me to introduce myself, I am Lord Leanster." The psyker of the East, just now Lancet was carried away by the rage and did something that a gentleman should not do. I apologize to you and fight for my non-telling. ”

"Isn't it just a sneak attack?! It's so high-sounding. The young man also bent down and bowed to Lancet: "I also apologize for my sneak attack." ”

The next moment, he straightened up angrily: "Why is he also bowing and apologizing, why is he acting generously, and I feel like a traitor has seen a devil, so embarrassed?" ”

He shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "This time I finally believe it, master, I am indeed the reincarnation of a high monk, and fate is destined for me not to bow my head to any evil forces!" ”

He straightened his expression, lowered his eyebrows, and put his hands together as a salute: "The poor monk is polite." What is the intention of the barbarians to invade my Middle Earth? ”

Lancet shrugged and admitted quite frankly: "...... Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. ”

Just as the young man was about to go crazy, the vampire added: "But I can feel yours, very powerful, the most powerful being I have ever seen in the mysterious East." ”

"The grammar of speech is not clear, and not being able to understand people's words is secondary, and the IQ of vampire foreigners is a hard injury!" The young man smugly touched his bald head: "Fortunately, it's not hopelessly stupid, at least I can see how strong I am." ”

"An opponent like you is the one who really deserves respect and a fight, you," the vampire foreigner pointed at the young man with his finger and shook his head, "You are much stronger than the psionics I met a few times before." Rinster stood politely on the edge of the rooftop, talking.

The young man looked overjoyed: "Really? Do I feel the same way? Do you really think I'm strong? None of the opponents you've ever met before are as good as mine? ”

Ranster nodded solemnly, and the expression on his handsome face was extremely sincere: "And I can feel that their strength is with the help of external forces, and your strength depends entirely on yourself." ”

"Hey...... Of course, master, I am not those scum of the second generation of officials, the second generation of rich, and the second generation of psionic energy. The young man muttered quietly in a voice that only he could hear: "I am the reincarnation of a high monk, and I came with spiritual power as soon as I was born, and I am the one endorsed by Sun Li." ”

Lancet was still chattering: "I have never fought against any psykers on this mysterious continent, and of course, you can also understand that I don't want to have that with the family behind them...... Mao dun. However, you are the exception, your ability is too strong, so I have the ** to fight. ”

“**？ Don't say that, if someone else hears it, it will misunderstand the two of us......" The young man touched his bald head again: "Okay, you can afford it, let me introduce myself before the fight, my name is Shakyaan." ”

"Shi Canaan?" The vampire repeated the name, "strange name...... So, Mr. Shi Canaan, can you guarantee that if you lose, the family or the sect behind you will not come out to trouble me? "It seems that this Lord of Ranster is a cautious man, and I don't know if he has suffered in this regard, and he has to emphasize this issue again and again before the fight.

"It's Shakkaan, not Shi Canaan!" Shakyana patiently corrected his pronunciation, took a step forward, and happily agreed: "Okay! No problem, even if I lose, I won't go back to sue, but if I beat you to death, I guess the other side of the family will know after all, right? Even if you dig a pit and bury your corpse now, you will be discovered. So, the question is, where exactly to bury it so that it can be hidden for a few more days? ”

Shakyana twisted his black, thick neck and looked around, it really looked like he had beaten Lance to death and was digging a pit to bury him!

Lancet wasn't annoyed, just watched him quietly.

Shakyaan suddenly seemed to realize something, and touched his head: "That, lazy death lord, how do you know that there will be someone behind me?" Didn't you say I was all on my own? ”

Lancet's face was full of wry smiles: "Isn't there a saying in China that you hit the villain, the old man, come out." ”

"Whew! You're the villain! Shakyaan looked unhappy: "Please go to preschool to clean up illiteracy first, this is called beating the dog and it depends on the owner!" Ah no, it's called hitting a child, and the adult comes out! It's really a spring worm two. ”

Lanster had only studied Chinese in books for a few days, where could he understand what Chunxia Worm Er meant, but seeing the expression on Shakyan's face, he instinctively felt that this was not a good word, and he was racking his brains to think of what idiom to use to combat the arrogance of the black bald head in front of him, but he heard the black bald head ask very kindly: "So, respected Lord Lanster, what are you coming to China for?" ”

The voice was soft and a little hoarse, pleasant to the ear, especially the last sentence, which seemed to be like a whisper, and Lancet had to concentrate all his energy to hear the specific content of this sentence, and he honestly spread his hands and replied: "Mine, on the orders of the family, came to the East in search of something." ”

"What's that?" The sound is like a spring breeze, gently brushing on the face, and like an old wine, the fragrance is scattered, making people almost drunk when they hear it.

"It's a peculiar eye...... Yes!! Ranster suddenly came to his senses, his mouth opened wide, and he raised his fangs to the sky and howled, "Despicable Oriental! How dare you plot against me! Wait to bear my wrath!! ”

"Come on! Invaders, thieves! Shakyaan's face sank, and an aura emanated from his body, and in an instant, this seemingly cynical young man was filled with a non-angry and self-righteous aura, which made the vampire on the other side stunned for a moment.

After only a moment's pause, Lord Lancet let out a silent howl as he raised his fingers to the sky and let out long claws, the tips of which shone a dim black glow in the moonlight.

Shakyana sneered and rubbed his hands, and the bone joints on his hands gurgled: "The mandarin duck chain shadowless legs don't work, and they have been changed to nine yin white bone claws?" ”

Just a pair of fleshy palms want to catch my claws? Even if your bones sound like Chinese firecrackers, I can easily tear your mouth apart!

This thought flashed in Randster's heart, he hated this seemingly rough branch, but in fact extremely treacherous Shakyaan, he actually took the opportunity of his distraction to set up his own purpose of coming to the East!

If this leaks out, the family will definitely wipe itself out from the **!

Ranster, who hated a pair of fangs, didn't listen to Shakyaan's ridicule, and his ten fingers drew countless shining black lights in the air, heading straight for Shakcanan's façade.

Shakya's face was expressionless, he didn't dodge or dodge, he stood there stupidly, as if he was frightened.

Lancet was secretly proud in his heart, and quietly lightened the force in his hand.

He didn't have any compassion, but he didn't dare to really kill him, and his main task in China was to find that mysterious thing, so that he could not cause any extraneous branches, and try not to kill people, just tear his annoying black face.

The vampire abacus played very loudly: even if Shakyaan's skin was as thick as the city wall, he couldn't hold these two claws that had grown and been tempered for hundreds of years and grabbed them casually!

I'll run away after I catch it, even if the adults of his family find me, I'll already fly far, that ...... How do you speak Chinese? There is no right or wrong evidence for death? Where are they looking for me?

The vampire lord looks beautiful and thinks beautifully.

It's a pity that the ugly Shakyana thinks more beautiful than him......

"Stay! Braised chicken feet! ”

Kankan waited until the ten black claws were about to touch the skin on his face, and the hairs on Shakyaan's face felt the chill on the claws......

A shiny round kitchen knife appeared in Shakyaan's hand out of thin air!

Swing the knife!

Chop!

Bite!

The sword light skyrocketed!

Mars splash!

I'll cut!

I'll cut!

I'm chopping chop! I'm slashing!

Bite!

Bite! Bite!

Dingdingding......

Later, the two of them only heard an endless tinkling sound in their ears, which made people suspect that they had entered a large blacksmith shop, and they did not know that dozens of blacksmiths were wielding sledgehammers and beating wildly......

Finally......

"Ding! Blame...... Ouch! ”

After a muffled thud, four chicken claws, oh no, the four claws of the vampire's left hand slashed through the air and landed on the rooftop.

"Holy! sh.it！ ”

The vampire let out a cry of pain and quickly dissolved into a mist of blood and disappeared into the night sky.

"How do you explode foul language? Where is your gentlemanly demeanor and aristocratic temperament? My lord? Shakyana smiled, obviously in a good mood. He didn't chase after Ranster, and his eyes fell on a few claws on the ground.

Bending down, Shakyan was about to pick up those paws, when he suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone, and the flash flashed......

"There is no wifi, it's really a traffic fee, and this month's traffic package is not enough......"

The victorious punk youth threw another piece of gum into his mouth, squirmed his thick lips, and sighed indistinctly.

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A resignation report rests on the desk of Yin Ying, the editor-in-chief of Panic magazine.

Yin Ying only glanced at it, and jumped up like a burning buttocks, with no demeanor: "Nanzi! Which magazine is poaching you? Say it," he gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves: "I promise not to kill their editor-in-chief!" At most, it's going to smash their editorial office! ”