Being dragged by her vine branch, Lu Qi's speed naturally slowed down, and he turned his head to look at her, and a trace of calculation flashed quickly in his eyes.

Before she could finish speaking, the long vine branches dragged on the ground, and Han Songyue tripped on it 'inadvertently' and fell hard.

This fall is almost like falling into the arms of death.

"Ahh Han Songyue lay on the ground and screamed in horror, thinking that she would definitely die.

When she looked up, she saw the fierce long vine grazing over her head and hitting Lu Qi's head.

Almost the moment Han Songyue fell, Chang Teng emerged from behind her, and the tip was inserted into his head with unmistakable accuracy.

Lu Qi's eyes widened, his eyes were full of surprise, and he didn't bat at death.

He never thought that he was still calculating Han Songyue in the last second, and if she fell down at this time, she would be able to attract the attention of Changten, leaving himself some time to escape. In the next second, he couldn't react and died on the long vine, and a moment ago, he was even thinking that if Han Songyue hadn't fallen, it should have been her who died.

What he never expected was that Du Xiaoshan's goal from beginning to end was him, to be precise, to take the seeds in his head.

Han Songyue was lying on the ground trembling, terrified that after Lu Qi's death, the next person to suffer would be herself.

After Du Xiaoshan killed him, she stood still and didn't look at her. With the help of Changten's absorption, the other half of her wilted body was slowly recovering, and she closed her eyes a little contentedly.

Han Songyue stared at her cautiously, slowly moving her body away. She returned to Shen Hanfei in embarrassment, with a shocked expression:

"What's going on?"

How did she feel that Du Xiaoshan's target was Lu Qi from the beginning, and no one else.

Shen Hanfei clenched his pistol, his eyes looked vigilantly, he didn't answer, but he stayed away from her some distance without leaving a trace.

I'm afraid that when he shoots again, this idiot will stop him again.

"Seize the seeds, of course, to recover."

Mu Baiyi walked over at some point, the rattan blades on his hands had been removed, and there was still black mushy residual blood on them. She waved her fingers as if she didn't feel pain.

The two dolls limped and dragged their small bodies behind, their fur covered with mud and slimy blood, and a clearly visible hole above their stomachs, which looked miserable and pitiful.

"How can it—how can they still move? This vitality is too tenacious! Han Songyue said in astonishment.

"Vitality?" Mu Baiyi glanced at her with some subtlety, with a hint of unnoticed disdain.

It was the contempt of the noble Yanshi for ignorant humans.

This kind of puppet, which even a puppet has not yet reached, where does the vitality come from?

"It's a good thing that the seed in your brain has been taken out, otherwise you would also be her target." She didn't bother to explain, her eyes looked in Du Xiaoshan's direction slightly.

She used up nine out of ten of her puppet power to ruin half her life, and she must not be allowed to recover.

He took the candy handed by the white bear and stuffed it into his mouth. When the long vine thorn came, it subconsciously protected the small pocket on its stomach, so it pierced the chest above the pocket, and the small space was still intact.

"How many more times can you that thing in your hand?" She puffed out her cheeks because of the sugar, tapped Shen Hanfei's direction with her somewhat rounded chin, and glanced at the gun in his hand.

That look fell in Shen Hanfei's eyes, and it was extremely unbeatable.

Mu Bai has never touched a gun before or after awakening, so the definition of that thing is only that it can shoot, and even the name of the 'gun' is not known.

"Three more times."

Shen Hanfei, who has always been very wise, naturally would not show displeasure with her at this time and have an unpleasant quarrel with her.

"It's only three times......" He suddenly felt the obvious disgust in this tone, and it felt like:

Why haven't you thrown away such a useless thing?

He pressed the veins on his forehead that were a little bulging with anger, suggesting to himself:

is not angry, not angry, angry hurts the body, this dead woman is this virtue. He had always been a magnanimous gentleman, and he did not see anything like this ignorant little woman.