Chapter: 303
The scene was eerie and terrifying.
The middle-aged man with a big belly shrank his pupils and hurriedly warned: "Behind, behind you"
The two middle-aged men shuddered and turned their heads sharply.
When the three people's attention was attracted by the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the middle-aged man with a big belly, covered his mouth with his left hand, and held the bloodthirsty blade with his right hand, and wiped lightly on the carotid artery.
When the two middle-aged men heard the dull "whoosh", they immediately turned their heads and saw the terrified face of the middle-aged man with the big belly, the fountain of blood gushing from his neck, and the young man with blood spattered sideways.
"Master Tian Yuan?" The expressions of the two were shocked.
Suddenly, they wasted too much time, Zhang Yuanqing swung a knife and stabbed the chest of the middle-aged man on the left.
The opponent instinctively reached out to grab it, but unexpectedly missed it, and the thrusting willow blade shattered like a bubble.
illusion.
The next moment, his back felt cold, and blood gushed out.
"Ye, Ye Youshen?" He spit out these words angrily and unwillingly, and slowly fell to the ground.
On the other side, just as the last kidnapper was about to respond, he saw the strange pair of red dancing shoes rushing towards him.
He instinctively swung his fist to meet him, but he heard a crack, the bone in his wrist pierced the skin, and his fist hung on his wrist.
bang bang bang!
The red dancing shoes stomped on the kidnapper's chest continuously and vigorously at an extremely fast speed.
The middle-aged kidnapper flew backwards and never got up again.
The whole process takes less than ten seconds.
Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward and stabbed the bloodthirsty blade into the chest of the last kidnapper, allowing the bewitching demon's weapon to suck enough blood.
Holding the handle of the knife, he felt a hot and majestic force pouring into his body.
The slight fatigue caused by the continuous night tour dissipated, and even the physical condition surpassed the usual peak.
Bewitching demon's passive one is bloodthirsty.
Holding the bloodthirsty blade in his hand, Zhang Yuanqing stepped into the living room grandly. Just as he stepped on the soft carpet, a swift fire lighted up by the door, blowing his head off.
But this is just an illusion.
The strong man in the black vest put on red fingerless gloves on his fists at some point, and when he hit nothing, his expression was slightly taken aback.
At this time, the real Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the strong man like a ghost, stabbing his heart with a knife.
Ye Youshen's attack was silent and impossible to defend against, but the moment the tip of the knife pierced the skin and pierced the muscle, the fire master fell forward with amazing reflexes.
"God of the Night" the burly man in the black vest rolled up and raised his eyebrows: "You are not Master Tianyuan, who are you?"
At least break the defense, he will continue to bleed... Zhang Yuanqing ignored the other party's words, closed the door of the living room, and then hid himself, waiting for the opportunity to move.
At the same time, he quietly took out the Tianchan stove, kicked it under the sofa, and gave the Red Dance Shoes a kill order.
Da da da... The red dancing shoes ran briskly towards the middle-aged man. Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to come around from the left, trying to pinch the fire master with the red dancing shoes. JrNovels.com
The middle-aged man with a big belly shrank his pupils and hurriedly warned: "Behind, behind you"
The two middle-aged men shuddered and turned their heads sharply.
When the three people's attention was attracted by the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the middle-aged man with a big belly, covered his mouth with his left hand, and held the bloodthirsty blade with his right hand, and wiped lightly on the carotid artery.
When the two middle-aged men heard the dull "whoosh", they immediately turned their heads and saw the terrified face of the middle-aged man with the big belly, the fountain of blood gushing from his neck, and the young man with blood spattered sideways.
"Master Tian Yuan?" The expressions of the two were shocked.
Suddenly, they wasted too much time, Zhang Yuanqing swung a knife and stabbed the chest of the middle-aged man on the left.
The opponent instinctively reached out to grab it, but unexpectedly missed it, and the thrusting willow blade shattered like a bubble.
illusion.
The next moment, his back felt cold, and blood gushed out.
"Ye, Ye Youshen?" He spit out these words angrily and unwillingly, and slowly fell to the ground.
On the other side, just as the last kidnapper was about to respond, he saw the strange pair of red dancing shoes rushing towards him.
He instinctively swung his fist to meet him, but he heard a crack, the bone in his wrist pierced the skin, and his fist hung on his wrist.
bang bang bang!
The red dancing shoes stomped on the kidnapper's chest continuously and vigorously at an extremely fast speed.
The middle-aged kidnapper flew backwards and never got up again.
The whole process takes less than ten seconds.
Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward and stabbed the bloodthirsty blade into the chest of the last kidnapper, allowing the bewitching demon's weapon to suck enough blood.
Holding the handle of the knife, he felt a hot and majestic force pouring into his body.
The slight fatigue caused by the continuous night tour dissipated, and even the physical condition surpassed the usual peak.
Bewitching demon's passive one is bloodthirsty.
Holding the bloodthirsty blade in his hand, Zhang Yuanqing stepped into the living room grandly. Just as he stepped on the soft carpet, a swift fire lighted up by the door, blowing his head off.
But this is just an illusion.
The strong man in the black vest put on red fingerless gloves on his fists at some point, and when he hit nothing, his expression was slightly taken aback.
At this time, the real Zhang Yuanqing appeared behind the strong man like a ghost, stabbing his heart with a knife.
Ye Youshen's attack was silent and impossible to defend against, but the moment the tip of the knife pierced the skin and pierced the muscle, the fire master fell forward with amazing reflexes.
"God of the Night" the burly man in the black vest rolled up and raised his eyebrows: "You are not Master Tianyuan, who are you?"
At least break the defense, he will continue to bleed... Zhang Yuanqing ignored the other party's words, closed the door of the living room, and then hid himself, waiting for the opportunity to move.
At the same time, he quietly took out the Tianchan stove, kicked it under the sofa, and gave the Red Dance Shoes a kill order.
Da da da... The red dancing shoes ran briskly towards the middle-aged man. Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to come around from the left, trying to pinch the fire master with the red dancing shoes. JrNovels.com
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