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For killers of several professional muscular men, at this moment, what they are facing is the most aggrieved thing in their lives.

If someone asks: You are all five professional killers with superb business and skills, and in the face of a young man, you can complete the task in seconds with your hexagonal diamond-shaped hidden weapon and Oriental broadsword, so why do you have to say that you are wronged?

It is estimated that after the muscular man vomited a basin of blood, he replied like this: We are the noble rigid and soft samurai of Fuso, okay?

What is Samurai?

With a noble martial spirit, he will never bully the old, weak, sick and disabled, especially not to kill an unarmed neuropath!

However, now, this singing and dancing neurotic is so lively and festive tossing, in addition to looking at each other, they almost have the intention of slapping their palms.

Come to think of it, the classmates in the dream are dancing the street dance of the previous life at the moment, full of tricks, sometimes handstand and killing feet, sometimes rolling in place 720 degrees, buddy, are you the protagonist of the missing circus, do you want us to help you contact which circus lost someone, you're welcome, because, we are all living Lei Feng.

A person on the left side of the muscular man whispered, "Daowu Xiyou (what to do)?"

The muscular man shook his head, dazed.

The person on the right seemed to be excited, and his tone was excited, and he said very quickly: "&%&%&%&%&%......"

Since he spoke so fast, one could only guess that he meant to express excitedly, that they were a proud people, that they were high-ranking samurai, and that killing an unarmed nervous patient had obviously seriously hurt the nobility and honor of their bushido, and that he felt extreme disdain and heartache for such a despicable act.

Hey, the transliteration of the Fuso language is always so troublesome, well, in order to let the audience understand their language content in the first place, the author had to replace it with a language that we can understand at a glance.

After saying that, after the excited man in black said something, several of them fell into a short silence.

A person behind Meng suddenly bent down to the ground and picked up clogs. The person who was three meters away from him asked curiously, "Okada Juro, what are you going to do?"

Juro Okada sighed and said, "There are shoe nails in the clogs, and I want to give him a nail so that he will no longer be defenseless, and we will not feel embarrassed by the spirit of bushido." ”

"Oh, awesome!"

"Oh, oh, buy down!"

"Oh yes!"

Except for classmate Meng, the rest of the people did not hesitate to praise him warmly, and they all gave him a thumbs up.

The master with the clogs in his hand sandwiched the clogs between his palms, and suddenly shook them hard, and the hard clogs turned into some wood chips and gently floated down, and then, with his hands spread, several small iron nails more than an inch long appeared.

"Young people, young people, stop stop ....."

Of course, all performances are centered around the audience, the audience is God, and a performance without God's support is a failed performance, so the audience's requirements are very important. Now, since the audience has asked him to stop, there is no reason for him to continue to confront the audience.

What is the biggest for the performers on stage?

Spectator!

This is a picture of confusion and loss: in the early morning of late autumn when it is almost dawn, a young man performs on the stage in front of five audiences, enthusiastic and enthusiastic, and when his clothes are soaked with fog and sweat, he walks up to an audience and offers him not flowers and drinks, but a few rusty nails!

Of course, the things that God sends, just like the truth of "the elders give it, it is impossible to leave", Meng had to accept it, and then looked at the God who sent the nails with inquiring eyes, and asked, "Is this the custom of giving gifts in your circle?"

The god who sent away the nail silently bowed to Classmate Dream at ninety degrees, and then, withdrew three meters back to its original position, then pulled out the Oriental knife and said slowly: "Now, you have several inches of iron in your hands, we can shoot." ”

Meng frowned slightly, and said, "Do you know that there is such a sadness in the world?"

A person on the side asked, "What sorrow?" Meng sighed softly: "When your enemy is poor and has no strength to be your enemy, not only did you not fall into the well and step on a few feet, but also helped him to turn over and become strong, this is one of the sorrows; the greatest sorrow is that when your enemy has no weapon to threaten you, you not only did not take advantage of his illness to kill him, but also provided him with weapons with great warmth!"

"Hahahaha...."

"Hahahahahaha.....ha

All five burst out laughing.

Although the sky is already very dark, due to the vastness of the universe, there are always some stars whose light penetrates the clouds of hundreds of thousands of light years to form a dull gray feeling, which makes people vaguely grasp some images in the gray area.

Now, through the faint gray sky, with the fiery eyes of the dream classmates, it is easy to see that the treacherous on their faces and the mockery in their eyes, as if they are looking at a big joke, which is about to collapse in a more relaxed and friendly atmosphere, in the blood and fragments.

Jokes, many people, mistakenly think that the masses of people are experiencing a summary of interesting things.

In fact, the joke is that after experiencing countless hardships and setbacks, the toiling masses in order to add a life-sustaining fire to themselves, while lowering their own pressure, acts as a support to continue to live, nothing more.

"Kill!"

Puff puff!

A few small black balls left the palms of the masters and flew around the dream classmates, and suddenly, a puff of smoke enveloped the ten zhang radius, directly causing the space inside to divide the pale gray sky, forming a darkness that could not be reached out to the fingers.

Sangsang Sangsang!

Five cold rays of light suddenly intertwined to form a net-like white line, instantly intersecting at the position of the original combat power of the dream classmate, and then bursting out a string of dazzling sparks, which is extremely beautiful, as if the lonely Tianyak lit a beautiful firework in the middle of the night, the beauty is beautiful, but there is a kind of desperate loneliness!

Yes, this is the "solitary kill" that Gangsoftliu kills with one blow!

Lonely, as the name suggests, is the only meaning, "lone killing" is the ultimate killing move!

By feeling, they knew that this trick had failed.

Withdraw!

One blow, that is, retreat, is the label of the killer entering the temple level.

Although, they can't figure out where to go for a big living person like Meng when they hit the fatal blow together, but there is one thing, they are very awake, since they can still live in their perfect blow, then, they have to face the opponent's thunderous killing move to bear and follow!

There are no thunder kills, absolutely none. It's just that when they withdrew several meters, they felt that the position above the lumbar vertebrae seemed to be lightly bitten by mosquitoes, and then, suddenly, before they had time to slap it, all the power in their bodies suddenly seemed to be pumped clean in an instant by a huge pump with horsepower, and then, they made a staggering action, and then, they were pulled by inertia, and ran out of several steps before falling down.

The five high-level killers, at this moment, were like scarecrows pushed down by a naughty bear child, completely and completely paralyzed on the ground.

It took a great deal of effort for them to flip their faces - well, they were still tightly covered, so it could only be said that they were using their faces against the position where they had just joined forces. Just now, there was no one there anymore, and of course, if there were, it was already a dead man. Now, there is a big living person standing there, Dream-san.

Meng waved his long sleeves and patted his clothes, as if he had just arrived at the resting place after a long journey, and then planned to drink a little wine and gnaw on the duck's neck.

The muscular man looked at him in horror, as if watching a ghost who was wrongfully killed by him stabbing him with a sack, and finally found him to wash away his grudges.

No one is not afraid of death, and death makes him tremble: "You, what exactly have you done to us?"

Meng stopped, very serious and serious, an associate professor opened the knowledge lecture: "I have said that financing the enemy's weapons is the greatest sorrow, you don't believe it." Just now, you retreated together, and I had no choice but to use a few nails you gave me when I had no skills, and then drove them into your 'Destiny Acupoint', do you know what the 'Destiny Portal' is?"

Meng looked at them with a puzzled look, felt very sad, sighed, and looked like he hated iron but not steel: "'The door of life', 'the door of life', the door of life! The door of life is choked, people, can you still live?"

The frightened eyes of the muscle man and the others began to gradually dissipate, and in the end, the muscle man couldn't help but ask with a residual breath: "You, where did you go just now?"

Meng didn't answer, but stretched out a toe and gently touched the place where he was singing and dancing before, where it used to be flat and flat, and now, there is a black hole wider than his shoulder.

If, by now, the muscular man still doesn't understand, he's a real psychopath.

He wasn't a psychopath, so he instantly understood that before, when Meng-san was dancing and performing, he had secretly completely loosened the soil in his position, and then, in the face of their joint attack, he hid under the pit under the cover of the enemy's smoke bombs, and then, when they retreated, he shot nails with a strong technique and killed five people at the same time!

At the moment of dying, the muscular man wanted to say, "You are the real killer!" but the rhythm of his breath was too hasty, and he didn't have time to express some painful conclusions, so he died unanimously.

Meng sighed lightly: "Actually, what I want to tell you is that I like to be a low-key person and do things in a high-profile manner. ”

No one responded. Dead people will not respond to anyone, even if you are the king of heaven, you will not give you face!

Classmate Meng shook his head, so he had to take an Oriental knife and make a temporary cameo appearance as a well-wisher, digging a pit and burying people.

The day, finally, dawned.