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"You want me to come down, but there is no door!"

The newcomer cursed at Ma Gaoyi again, climbed the wall with his limbs and quickly crawled over, and the whole figure quickly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Bastard!"

Ma Gaoyi gritted his teeth and squeaked, a green tendon loomed on his forehead, and his anger was all revealed on his face.

"Forget the captain, this kind of person is not a team player at all, even if there is no accident, he may not be able to work with us." Li Manyun stepped forward and looked at Ma Gaoyi and comforted.

"I understand, but I'm still a little unwilling in my heart! There is never a pattern in the arrangement of newcomers in the main god space, and any kind of person can be seen here...... And I just want to give newcomers a little more chance to survive, why is it so difficult? ”

Ma Gaoyi frowned, and said with a helpless and sad look on his face.

Hao Fu and Yang Liu glanced at each other and shook their heads slightly, then Hao Fu looked at Ma Gaoyi and said, "Captain, don't think so much, at least, the two of us are still very grateful that you can let the two of us return to the main god space alive." ”

Li Manyun saw that Ma Gaoyi's face still did not improve, and shook his head at Hao Fu and said, "Forget it, he is such a person, you didn't go through that mission with us, so I don't understand why the captain would insist on protecting newcomers so much!" ”

“…… Protecting newcomers? In fact, we can't say that, after all, our strength is not to the point where we can sweep the plot characters of the mission world, to be precise, the captain hopes to give newcomers a chance, and no one can be sure whether they are dead or alive after the last, but at least give them a chance. Li Manyun also seemed to recall some kind of bad memory, and the expression on his face was quite ugly to explain.

Hao Fu and Yang Liu didn't know what was going on, but they could also see from the faces of Ma Gaoyi and Li Manyun that this was not a suitable time to comfort them, and it was better to stay quietly on the side than to say something that might be useless under the premise of not knowing the situation.

"Alright, so be it!"

Ma Gaoyi stretched out his hands and rubbed them vigorously on his face, until his skin was slightly reddened, and finally exhaled vigorously and adjusted his emotions: "Let's leave here now, we don't have to wait for Xicheng." ”

"Isn't it okay to just go like that?" Yang Liu looked at Ma Gaoyi and asked tentatively.

Ma Gaoyi said: "It doesn't matter, from what Norma said just now, it can be heard that at least Xicheng should not have suffered any losses, otherwise he wouldn't have been so angry." ”

……

Inside an abandoned factory, in a dark environment, scattered and useless steel is discarded at will, and has become someone to decorate the environment, and to use it as a material at any time, the dim light is messy and hung on the top, and the dim light bulb is slightly flickering, illuminating the factory like a dark ghost.

The shrill music came faintly, the intermittent firelight elongated and imprinted someone's figure on the wall with the flash, a long golden hair that had not been taken care of for a long time was scattered on the head, the beard on the chin was simply shaved, a cigarette was held in his mouth, and he clamped it tightly with his lips, and his right hand with thick leather gloves held the tongs and raised them, squinted his eyes and put the cigarette in his mouth up, and lit the cigarette with the temperature on the tongs, and the white smoke slowly rose up, and his body swayed quickly with the music.

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The music stopped instantly, the blonde man turned his head with a puzzled and unhappy look on his face, and looked at the corner behind him, an old man with gray hair, holding a lame waste leg in one hand, hurriedly walked over and yelled at him: "You waste wood, who let you play this kind of garbage music here?" ”

"Hey, old man! Who do you say is the scrap wood? ”

The blonde man casually tossed the tongs aside, his fingers between the cigarettes, his eyes glaring at the old man in front of him, and his tone replied with the characteristic of a child.

"Of course it's you, is there anyone else here?"

The old man's eyebrows were raised, and the wrinkles on his forehead were pressed more obviously, and a pair of fine eyes looked around, and said in a slightly contrived manner.

"Ha, of course, I'm a scrap, but what about you? What are you? An old piece of waste that will only run away? The blonde man took two steps forward, the cigarette in his hand almost poking the old man's face with an angry roar.

This is the lair of the Blade Warrior, the place where he returned to recuperate after going out at night to hunt vampires, and this gray-haired old man with a face covered with the marks of time is none other than Blade Warrior's teacher and adoptive father, Whistler!

And this smoke-smack, listening to a crazy, shrill DJ is Blade's new partner, Scud, in the years that Whistler has been kidnapped by the Vampire Council!

Whistler is an experienced vampire hunter who has dedicated the first half of his life to hunting vampires, and the second half of his life has been spent teaching the Blade Warrior, the natural enemy of the vampire council, and has become his most solid backing.

However, Whistler was kidnapped by the Vampire Council a few years ago, and during this time, Whistler's place has been replaced by Scud, a young man, talented, passionate, who does not like to be bound and hates vampires terribly...... Of course, that's only on the surface.

So, when the experienced Whistler and the creative Scud live under the same roof, contradictions arise naturally, and there are always all kinds of contradictions between the young and the old, as if they are born to be like this, just as cats and mice cannot coexist, even if there is a conflict of ideas between father and son, not to mention that Scud and Whistler have only known each other for a few days.

Whistler covered his disabled right leg with one hand, his face was very ugly, his chin was slightly calm, and his eyes were shining with a faint cold light, staring at the scud like a hungry wolf and saying, "What did you just say?" ”

Scud sneered, his body shook as if there were no bones, his eyes squinted at Whistler's disabled leg, and in front of him, he deliberately twisted his right leg, not afraid of Whistler's dangerous eyes and said, "I said you were an old waste, didn't I?" Look at what you look like now, with a crippled leg......"

Before Scud could finish speaking, Whistler made a rolling sound in his throat, and the whole person really pounced like a hungry wolf, grabbed the Scud and fell to the ground!

Although Scud is a young man, and his body is not as disabled as Whistler, one of them is a little rascal who smokes marijuana all year round, and the other is an old hunter who has spent his life fighting vampires, and the end is doomed from the beginning.

Whistler put one knee on Scud's chest, grabbed Scud's throat with one hand, and pressed the young man who was his substitute to the ground, and when he picked up the fire tongs that had been thrown on the ground by Scud from the ground with his right hand, he aimed at Scud's angry eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Little ghost, you didn't come out of your mother's womb when I fought with vampires!" Even if you don't respect the elderly, at least take care of your own life! ”

Scud gasped for air, his eyes fixed on the fire tongs in front of him, his mouth just gasping for breath, but he refused to give in.

The wolf-like fierce look on Whistler's face disappeared in an instant from the next second, and the eyes that were originally shining with indifference became dim and easy-going, and he casually threw the tongs on the ground, letting go of the suppressed Scud, Whistler stretched out a hand to pull the Scud up and said, "I didn't come here to teach you a lesson, what about Blade?" ”

Scud bent down to pick up the fallen cigarette butt from the ground, blew on the dusty cigarette holder, and then threw it into his mouth without any mind and said, "The macho man is interrogating that guy in the cell, the same cell that was used to lock you up before!" ”

Whistler glanced at Scud, smiled but didn't answer, after all, he is a hunter who has been in the wind and rain all his life, once he calms down, he is basically completely immune to this trash talk of Scud, and patted Scud's shoulder casually, and after patting the dust off it, Whistler covered his right leg with one hand and walked towards the so-called cell tremblingly.

Scud pinched the cigarette holder in one hand and took a sharp puff, then spat out a puff of smoke from his mouth, mixed with spittle and spit on the ground, a pair of eyes fixed on Whistler's back, and cursed viciously, "Damn old thing!" ”

The cell, just a name, is actually a closed room made of thick iron sheets, like a confinement room in the army.

The cell is not big, but it is very strong, made of metal that is ten centimeters back, there is no cutting corners, even if the vampire is locked inside, he does not want to rely on brute force to rush out of it, after the blade warrior rescued Whistler from the hands of the vampire council, because Whistler has a vampire virus in his body, so he was also locked in this cell, and forcibly injected garlic essence into his body in order to kill the vampire virus and let Whistler return to his human identity.

At this time, the Blade Warrior held a black pistol in each hand, standing quietly in the cell, looking at the man in front of him who was bound in mid-air by imprisoned chains.

Xicheng!

In the House of Pain, Xi Cheng used the Demon Yuan in his body for the first time in battle, but was almost restrained by the domineering Demon Yuan in turn, and after the eventually, Xi Cheng gave up resistance and asked the Blade Warrior to knock him unconscious, and then he was taken here and imprisoned.

Xi Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and the demon yuan that was out of control in his body had all been summed up in the dantian at this time, although the negative emotions brought by the flow of the demon yuan in the body only seriously affected Xi Cheng's sanity, so that Xi Cheng actually stupidly attacked Norma, you must know that the Lu Dao Killing Blood Guard Team is only a side task, and protecting Norma to help him kill the vampire Grand Duke is the main task, due to the influence of the Demon Yuan, Xi Cheng was obviously too impulsive at that time.

But fortunately, the Demon Yuan is not huge at this time, so after Xi Cheng's mind fell into a coma, he took it back on his own, if Xi Cheng's strengthened "Three Yin Imperial Demon Scroll" cultivation was more powerful, and the Demon Yuan in his body was more pure, maybe the result might not be the case.

"Are you awake?"

The Blade Warrior asked as he looked at Xi Cheng, who slowly opened his eyes.

"When 啷~当啷~"

Xi Cheng subconsciously shook his arm, and found that his limbs were bound by a pitch-black iron chain as thick as a wrist and fell in the air, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the blade warrior and said, "Yes, wake up." ”

"How does it feel?"

"It's not good, it's like being beaten up by dozens of people in a corner after getting drunk, and ...... He was also imprisoned. ”