"Whoosh!"

Seeing the crossbow arrows shooting towards his face, Kishida wanted to dodge, but he was not an inhuman such as Kyogoku Shin and Xiaolana, and his head was just about to tilt to the left, and the crossbow arrows had already flown in front of Kishida.

At this critical moment, there seemed to be an invisible force that resisted the crossbow arrow, and I saw that the crossbow arrow was very abruptly suspended one centimeter from the face of the offshore field, and then it bounced out directly and strangely.

"Ahh

Another groan of pain, originally because of the quick reaction nerves, dodged the fatal blow, but was grazed on the cheek by the first flying crossbow arrow, and the steel plate that took away a bit of flesh Hikawa's face was full of disbelief, and the hands that were originally covering the injured cheeks mechanically wanted to poke into the back of his neck.

However, before he could touch the crossbow arrow, with a "plop", he fell straight on his back, and the crossbow arrow on the back of his neck seemed to shake several times with the vibration of his fall.

"It is rumored that there is a miraculous marksmanship in this world that can make the bullets that shoot out turn around and hit people, and its name is gun fighting. Could it be that this is a crossbow version of gun fighting? Archery? Master, you didn't lie to me before......"

The last thought flashed through his mind, and Hikawa, who didn't see the strange scene just now, slowly closed his eyes with infinite nostalgia and regret.

",,!"

Kishida, who inadvertently pitted a barely teammate, looked at the steel plate Hikawa who fell motionless on the ground in front of him dumbfounded, and subconsciously burst out three classic Mandarin words, and then hurriedly retreated outside the door, leaning against the wall outside.

He knew that when he was attacked, the prop would automatically pop out of the energy shield that lasted for three seconds, and bounce the attack with an indefinite trajectory, but in the past, this incidental function only reflected the attack at will, and he didn't have much pity, hoping that this thing could bounce back to the attacking enemy.

How do you know that it's good now, the first rebound hit someone, but unfortunately it hurt your own people by mistake.......

For a while, Kishida didn't know whether to be annoyed that he was as unlucky as ever, or to lament that the steel plate Hikawa was more unlucky than himself, and he was actually cheated by himself.....

Alas, I don't know if this guy is still saved?

Cautiously poking his head out, Kishida's eyes glanced at Hikawa, who had fallen to the ground, and then looked at the sofa in the box, which was the direction where the crossbow arrow had fired.

"Huh?"

As soon as he looked at the sofa, Kishida met a pair of desperate and empty eyes, the owner of the eyes was covered in blood, lying on the sofa in rags, and his originally charming face was cut through several bloody wounds, and the warm blood penetrated out along the bloody mouth, infecting the crossbow bolt inserted in her neck.

Her blood-stained hand hung limply in the direction of the doorway, as if she wanted to grasp something in vain before she died, but the despair and fear on her face showed that she was not blind until she died.

Compared to Towako Okano, a foreign man who fell on the ground next to the sofa, wearing only a pair of pink boxers, revealing vigorous hair and a crossbow arrow in his heart, died much better.

"Shhh You're torture! ”

Kishida gasped, and his face was a little stunned and abrupt.

No wonder as soon as the door was opened, the bloody smell that permeated the box made the air smell even more unpleasant.

"Isn't it beautiful? I originally wanted to slowly torture this adultererous countless silver woman, but I didn't expect you to find this place so quickly, so I had to give her a good time, ho ho~~"

Murakami Akira, who was hiding behind the sofa in the box and exposing his head, holding a crossbow and releasing cold arrows, heard Kishida's shocked voice and chuckled gloomily, laughing with presumptuousness, revealing arrogant contempt and crazy persistence.

This is also a neurotic guy!

Because of his rich experience, Kishida easily judged from Murakami's laughter.

It's just that it seems that this guy is already immersed in pleasure and can't extricate himself, and is on the verge of collapse.........

"It's really beautiful!"

His eyes rolled, and Kishida nodded in a serious tone.

"Ho ho~~ I didn't expect you to think so too! It's just that I could have made it more beautiful, if it weren't for you......"

"Stop! Are you blaming me? ”

Kishida interrupted him, and his tone was innocent and full of yin and yang.

？？？

"No, no, I don't blame you, as long as you let me go now!"

"Let you go? Think beautifully! You can't escape tonight, and it's useless for Jesus to come! ”

With cruel words on his lips, a trace of doubt flashed in Kishida's mind.

This guy is so cowardly and shameless? And if he wants to escape, then why didn't he just run away when he knocked on the door with the steel plate Hikawa just now?

"Ho~~ Don't think that you will definitely be able to catch me with your tricks!"

Murakami's abbot sneered, and with a movement of his fingers, another crossbow arrow shot out of the crossbow.

Kishida's poked out head quickly shrank.

"Whoosh!"

"Buzz!"

With two soft sounds, the bolt was firmly stuck in the wall.

"Ho ho ~ ~ Sure enough, there are limits to your tricks!"

Seeing Kishida retract his head in fright, and refusing to come out of the wall since just now, Murakami laughed out loud.

In fact, he was also stunned by the strange rebound of the crossbow bolt just now, and at that moment he wanted to just break out of the window and escape.

However, when he saw that the arrow that Kishida rebounded actually shot at the steel plate Hikawa, and Kishida retreated again and again, he felt that he could do it again!

"Unexpectedly, you saw through it so quickly!!"

Kishida pretended to be solemn, then squatted down, turned on the side switch with his hand, and let the four single-row small wheels hidden in the middle of the thick sole stretch out, before continuing in a cold voice:

"In that case, let's give it a go! I'm betting you're running out of bolts! ”

With that, he turned around gorgeously and rushed directly into the box quickly.

Nonsense for so long, the 15-second cooldown CD has long passed!

With the speed of his own pulley, it is definitely not a problem to resist an arrow and go around the back of the sofa to give Murakami a shot!

And he didn't believe it, there were still so many crossbow arrows on Murakami's body!

"Damn it!"

Kishida's sudden big move startled Murakami, only to see that he hurriedly pulled out another crossbow arrow, placed it on the crossbow smoothly, and was about to shoot at Kishida who was rushing towards him.

"Bang!"

However, between this lightning and flint, Kishida never expected that before Murakami's crossbow arrow came out, he himself would overturn!!

The rapidly rotating pulley didn't know what slimy thing it crushed, making Kishida's feet, which had originally slid out of the arc, crooked, and the huge inertia made Kishida fall straight and straight, and a classic donkey rolled!

“........ I pounced on my aunt!! ”

Kishida, who was lying on the ground, immediately rolled and sat up, took a look at what he had crushed, and suddenly his face was gray and white, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and he couldn't help but burst out of his hometown words that had been dusty for a long time in his previous life.

I saw that what I had just run over was a transparent balloon, but this balloon was filled with some liquid, and some of it flowed out after being run over by Kishida, thinking of the ragged Towako, and the man on the ground, Kishida didn't know what this thing was, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea in his heart.

"Hahahahaha!!"

An unprecedented voice sounded from Murakami's mouth, and although he couldn't understand what Kishida was saying, he saw the dead gray on Kishida's face.

"God help me, God help me!"

It seemed that the victory was in hand, Murakami Zhang's face was fierce, his tone was rampant, and he slowly stood up from behind the sofa, and then before the words fell, a crossbow arrow also shot over.