At this moment, three official walkers rushed out. Seeing this scene, the leading man was wearing a white suit, with a big back, a hulking back, and a majestic momentum. He rushed two steps and made a gesture of throwing a javelin.

chi chi~

Flame spewed out from the palm, condensing into a blazing flaming spear.

The deacon let out a low snort and threw it vigorously.

The spear turned into a stream of light and shot away. At the same time, the middle-aged man snapped his fingers, trying to use the fire action, using the flame spear as a medium to narrow the distance with the enemy.

Zhang Yuanqing grabbed from the void, and grabbed a Taoist robe with a black background, yin and yang on its back, silver patterns embroidered on the top, and flames embroidered on the bottom.

"Clatter!"

The Taoist robe unfolded and draped over the shoulders automatically.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the roaring spear, stretched out his palm, and grasped it suddenly.

Boom!

The fire hydrant not far away exploded, and a strong stream of water spewed out like a snow lion and a white dragon, dousing the flame spear.

As soon as the flames on the man in the white suit rose, they automatically extinguished.

He didn't pursue immediately, but gave a puzzled "hmm" and looked at the unruly young man in Taoist robe.

This experienced deacon keenly sensed something was wrong.

This little brat is obviously a bewitching monster, when will he control the water? What's the matter with the robe on his body? Why didn't he take out such a prop before?

Where is his knife?

All kinds of doubts flashed by, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became.

At this moment, he saw the unruly young man who assassinated him, sneered, swiped his thumb down, and cursed:

"The tauren must die!"

After speaking, he turned and ran.

The deacon in the white suit had bulging veins on his forehead, and his face was a little ferocious. With a final bang, anger gushed out from the top of his head.

He desperately chased after him, as if losing his mind.

The five subordinates immediately followed their immediate boss, and chased away fiercely, chasing the boy's back, running farther and farther.

Just ten seconds after they left, a pale boy with thick eyebrows and bright eyes cautiously walked out of the nightclub, sat at the gate and looked to the right, and after confirming his safety, he left quickly and disappeared into the darkness.

Kou Beiyue chose dark trails to drill, and sneaked in the darkness, not daring to stop for a moment. He didn't stop until he felt a dull pain in the wound and his breath began to become disordered.

Sitting on the side of the road, gasping for breath, the pores are like openings, and the sweat is pouring out.

�Should be far enough away�

He breathed the sultry night air, panted for a moment, and suddenly punched the ground with his fist, roaring in a low voice:

"Damn, hate, hate, hate."

Kou Beiyue punched the ground one after another, venting his annoyance, until the concrete floor cracked and his fists were bloody, he took a deep breath to calm down. JrNovels.com