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This kind of shock is so strong that I can already go to heaven with my braids, but because of him, my whole spirit and spirit have returned, and I am very concentrated. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Obviously, since Huang Mao and those two guys don't have good fruit to eat, and I don't have the strength to take the opportunity to escape, it's best to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight!

The murderous aura instantly filled the entire street, wondering why there is no one in the community now, even if it is an uncle. It's a pity that I didn't come to the morning shift, if it was in the morning, the square dance aunt Ding Ling in that team would not dare to be presumptuous!

The nonsensical imagination was interrupted by the sound of a bullet coming out of the chamber, and when I fixed my eyes, I understood why Huang Mao lived to this day as a murderer. Never leaving a living mouth is his iron rule, even the most basic question who the other party is is not polite, he will kill the person in front of him!

A puff of white smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, and the guy on the other side fell down in response, it seems that in this era of weapons, a large scythe and floating superpowers have no deterrent effect, and the most powerful is a revolver the size of a palm.

I watched the black cloak flutter slowly, a bright red flowing from the cuffs, and I thought—this man must be just a passing coser.

But the two behind them were still standing in place, could it be that they also wanted to die? Or did they have a second illness? The two figures, one large and one small, were like spectators, but they were silent spectators, but they did not cry, their faces were gloomy under the black mask, and the cloak made of satin reflected the wisps of black brilliance.

After Huang Mao watched the sickle man in front of him fall, he quickly pointed his gun at the two people opposite.

The figure of the little black man spoke, it was a female voice, her voice was slender and calm, her tone was not hurried or slow, just right, like a beautiful teacher who patiently helped the poor students with their homework, and did not hear a trace of waves in it.

"How long are you going to play, Count Cheek, do you have a lot of work to do, and if you want me to clean up this kid myself, I'm sure I'll let your head go into your stomach and your hands and feet into your body when this thing is over, because you're so lazy, too lazy to ask your group leader to step on an ant for you, what are you doing now......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Huang Mao fire two shots in succession.

This guy just doesn't play his cards according to common sense.

He sighed, grabbed his hair and said, "Why do so many people in this era like to bluff, hit and fight!" Kill and kill!" But his words stopped abruptly, and he couldn't go on halfway.

Then his head turned to the side, and I followed.

The huge scythe was stuck deep into the concrete floor, and the ground next to it cracked. There were two men lying on top of the two blood-red scythes, apparently dead, as if they had been sucked up by a magnet, painful expressions, struggling movements. That's right, these two people are Huang Mao's two subordinates, and no one can explain their strange deaths.

Huang Mao turned his head and asked me with an incredulous expression, "Boy, have you seen it?"

I nodded tremblingly. This is the truth, I don't know when the scythe was there, the two people next to us didn't hear even the cries for help, as if they were shielded, there was a new space outside our space, and in that space these two guys were trying their best to call for help, trying to get down from the scythe, but it was useless, no one could hear them.

I think it's incredible, but what is it if all this is not true?

Huang Mao was really furious, took out the switchblade, and shot in succession as he walked towards the two people, and the two shots he fired just now seemed to miss, because neither of them reacted at all.

But just as I was about to move to the side to find a place where I could see clearly, three black shadows instantly drifted over and surrounded Huang Mao, and when they dispersed, Huang Mao was no longer there, and seemed to be dragged into the invisible barrier.

They came to me, yes, the three people just now! I can't explain it at all! The one who fell down just now is the one who has fallen, and he is dead, and no matter how bad Huang Mao's marksmanship is, it is impossible not to shoot anything, he is a habitual offender! You say that Huang Mao is an unprofessional person, but people are conscientious in killing people and setting fires, even if they come to work overtime without rest during the Chinese New Year, I didn't expect that the situation has stabilized, but he was directly staged a big change to make him disappear.

The three shadows floated towards me again, waiting for me to fix my eyes on them. I realized that I should have died earlier, why do I say that, because I was almost scared to death by them.

Bick and the other two stood there, but I couldn't make out the faces of the other two. Rick's purple eyes were staring at me so strangely, and I just looked up at them.

But before I could see these features a little clearly, my chest tightened, and when I looked down, a hole appeared in the left side of my heart, and blood spurted out. I was completely unconscious except my brain, and I thought- okay, this is the end of it.

There was a living heart in the palm of his big hand, and his eyes still didn't change in the slightest, it seemed that they didn't come to save me, they thought too much, they just treated me as an ant that shouldn't be seen, should be destroyed, without any feelings, they shouldn't have any pity for me.

I only asked in my last breath, "Who are you?" and passed out.

In the dream, I came home, and then sat on the desk to do my homework, all this was so comfortable, I didn't feel tired at all, halfway through, my parents called me to the living room to eat, I obediently put down the pen, and then got up and walked to the living room. But there was nothing in the living room, no tables, chairs, no floors, everything was like no one had ever lived. There wasn't even a window, and I stood there not knowing what to do, so I came to the window. From the far side of the sky there were a few birds flying in my direction, but they were getting bigger and bigger. By the time they flew in front of me, they were almost the size of the entire building. Their bodies are covered in iron-gray armor, from which their golden feathers are exposed. They are gigantic eagles, legendary delicate and great eagles. I was shocked by them, and in an instant, the giant eagles suddenly turned into three golden-gray rays of light and disappeared before my eyes. And suddenly there were three more black figures behind him. When I looked at the size, it seemed to be the three of them.

Their speed was much faster than those golden-gray meteors, and they didn't have time to catch them, only to hear the sound of flesh and bone colliding overhead, and huge figures falling from the sky one by one. Their beautiful feathers flutter in the air. Blood spilled all over the sky.

And the three, turning their figures towards me, flew over.

No, I'm already dead, and I want to kill me again in my dreams. I hurriedly grabbed the door and ran.

"Wait!" a voice shouted behind him.

I didn't look back at all, and immediately went down the stairs next to the elevator when it didn't respond. But he was so fast that as soon as I opened the door, he slapped me in the back.

I turned to look at him. It was the Duke who was paralyzed or something, his big purple eyes were still so indifferent, and he didn't feel any emotion in his eyes.

"Hello, I'm Duke Bik, you can call me Duke Scythe. He held out his hand in a friendly way.

I opened it with a "snap" and slipped away from him.

But the result was not satisfactory, he slammed me against the wall, and my internal organs were decisively squeezed into an organ!

"I want to ask you a question, it's simple, you just have to answer me. ”

"Please speak!" I didn't forget to add a "please" to express my attitude as I leaned against the wall in pain.

Duke Phoke poked his face out of his black cloak.

"Can you see me. ”

"What do you say? ”

"Bang!" he threw me against the wall again.

"I can, I can, please stop fighting. ”

"Okay," he stuck out his purple tongue and licked his lips.

"To what extent can you see it?"

"You're wearing black cloaks and flying around?"

He visibly hesitated for a moment, then looked at my anguished face for a second or two.