Chapter 185 Shock, shock, shock, a huge flat mine

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Fortunately, the building is not a building, the building is still just a little candlelight, and the phantom of the building is still above the candlelight, and it has not fallen, and it will not fall for the time being. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The cloud from the south covered the sky, and the people from the south lit candles.

The cloud from the south is only to get close to the sun, but the people from the south are to kill.

Killing by candlelight sounds a bit fanciful, but isn't spiritual practice also a fantasy from a certain point of view?

The hazy candlelight behind the little bureau master and the phantom shadow of the small building lined the little bureau master as if he was a god who penetrated the heavens and the earth, and if the gods wanted to kill people, no one should be able to stop them.

And there is a small figure in front of the immortal-like majesty.

The figure is not an all-encompassing existence, it is just an ordinary teenager, and it can only be counted as a child.

It's just that the boy still has a knife in his hand.

A teenager is an ordinary teenager, and a knife is just an ordinary knife, but when the two are put together, they are no longer ordinary.

The boy held the knife and looked at the sea of candlelight in front of him.

There was also a sea in front of him, and it was a sea of flowers.

Later, the sea of flowers was cut out of a straight path.

Eventually, the sea of flowers dissipated along with its owner.

The situation now seems to be somewhat similar to that of then.

They are all seas, and they are all "seas" that can cover the sky and the sun gathered by countless individuals.

It's all teenagers with knives, and the girls behind the teenagers are still there.

It's just that it's still a little different after all.

On that day, the owner of the sea of flowers was a fish, a spirit born of heaven and earth, and the red flowers it summoned were also those souls that could not rest for a long time a hundred years ago.

It's just that there was a talented and demonic Xia He who didn't know where to fight with the one-eyed fish, in the final analysis, Yin Huai was only facing those undefeated red flowers.

And today he is facing not only those candles that can't burn endlessly, but also the little bureau master who doesn't know the depths.

Yin Huai didn't think about it so much, just looked at the little candlelight.

Then, the knife was raised.

Lifted high and fell heavily.

The hand rises and falls, and the person turns over on his back.

Maybe it should have been like that.

However, the little bureau master didn't want to be like that, and what the little bureau didn't want to see, then that kind of thing wouldn't happen, and many of the oirans in Lin'an City knew it.

The little bureau master didn't want to see the knife raised by the young man cut out a little candlelight of himself, so he let Yin Huai not even lift the knife, and the already stagnant river in Yin Huai's body was now even more shocked.

Yin Huai was still carrying the knife, but he couldn't move.

The expression on the face of the little bureau master was still indifferent and unhappy, but there was a faint cruelty in his eyes.

An indifferent hunter will show such cruelty when he sees his prey that has fallen into his trap.

was tightly blocked by Aunt Mei, and Xiao Pian, who could only peek cautiously from the exposed eye, couldn't see Yin Huai shrouded in light, but she still couldn't help but be a little worried.

The most real thing to see is the general with the strongest Zhenyuan, but even when he saw Yin Huai's difficulty at the moment, the general still just watched, did not make a move, and did not say anything.

Just looked at it coldly.

Yin Huai was still trying to raise his knife.

The little bureau master is slowly approaching.

The new grass at the feet of Yin Huai, which had just turned green and sprouted, was burned clean by an invisible fire that came from nowhere, and then it turned new green and withered yellow.

The slow wind blew violently, but it was blowing a burst of heat that could roast people.

Yin Huai had a new wound on his back.

The moist soil at the feet of Yin Huai was scorched.

A few drops of sweat flowed from the knife in Yin Huai's hand.

It's just that those few drops of sweat have disappeared before they can fall on the scorched soil.

Maybe soon, Yin Huai will also disappear under the hot and dry wind.

Yin Huai still wanted to raise his knife, just like he had done countless times before, raising the knife high, and then falling down heavily.

The phantom of the small building behind Xiao Juye was gradually fading, but the candlelight in front of him was becoming more and more brilliant, almost swallowing Yin Huai's entirety.

Yin Huai's small sealed door still didn't move, and he could only struggle to leak a small amount of true yuan from the crack in the door, barely supporting Yin Huai's body from falling.

Even in front of the sea of flowers in front of the flower family, Yin Huai had never walked into such a dilemma.

After all, he still had a knife at that time, and he could still raise and drop the knife to cut off those cute and scary red flowers.

Now he couldn't even lift the knife.

Xiao Juye got closer and closer, and his outstretched hand was about to press on Yin Huai's body, and the candlelight was already wrapped around the slightly trembling knife in Yin Huai's hand.

The general finally stopped just watching.

There was something more in the general's hand, and the wind chimes that only the general himself could hear rang, and the moonlight like water last night seemed to appear again.

However, the moonlight that is not like water is truly revealed, and the wind chimes are not waiting for the wind chimes to stop the little master's outstretched hand.

The blazing wind attracted by the little bureau had already woken up the sleeping unknown bird among the trees.

Birdsong tears through the stagnant silence.

Yin Huai's hand clenching the knife also flashed a little gray light.

The center of the endless sea of red flowers had also flickered, and Yin Huai had hidden an equally gray page of paper in his chest.

That page was from a book.

The door on Yin Huai's chest that imprisoned Zhenyuan also had such a gray light in front of it.

Take a step.

The knife in Yin Huai's hand was still hanging down, but it was not hanging without resistance under the coercion of the little master.

One more step.

Yin Huai is one step closer to the little master, the distance between the little master and Yin Huai is very close, a stone's throw away, only as wide as a knife, not wide or narrow, just the length of the knife in Yin Huai's hand from the tip of the knife to the handle.

With such a length, it only takes a little bit of stretching his fingers to touch Yin Huai's chest.

With such a length, Yin Huai was just right to stab the knife into the chest of the little master.

Yin Huai didn't need to raise the knife again and drop the knife.

All he had to do was draw the knife, and the blade would slash through the neck of the little master.

The thunder sounded on the flat ground, which was even more shocking than the birdsong, but this thunder could only be heard by Yin Huai himself and the little master who faced the thunder.

The sword is like the thunder, which comes swiftly and unexpectedly.

The candlelight was also like the little master, disappearing abruptly and disappearing completely.

Thunder light, knife light, candle light, and subtle almost invisible gray light intertwined, slashing at the little bureau who didn't have time to walk away.

What a sharp knife.

What a cold man.

What a huge flat mine.

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Good luck to you, the first more.