A man who seemed to have come out of a pool of blood stood so quietly, looking down at the crowd below him. The anchor's first reaction was not excitement, but fear. He came from a remote town, and was made famous by self-media and live broadcasts.

He slowly came into contact with the outside world. To be honest, he had never seen a transformer with his own eyes, let alone a transformer with blood all over his body. He was not cold, but his teeth were chattering greatly. Then

It was Xue Yi, he confirmed it in his heart, but his instinct made him forget what live broadcast, what traffic, and what is the instinct of living things? It is to live. The traffic password that the whole country is paying attention to is right in front of him, but what flashes through the anchor's mind is,

But there was other news. One night, hundreds of people died at the hands of the bloody man. Not only did this transformer really know how to kill, but he could also be said to kill like crazy. The blood stains all over his body were proof. The anchor wanted to run away.

Now, immediately, he turned around and ran away! But he sadly found that his legs were not working at all, as if they had been filled with lead water. In the live broadcast room, netizens frantically refreshed the screen, and the anchor's abnormal performance made the original

The girls and women who were gushing because of the bloody clothes also followed the anchor's gaze and looked up. "Ah!!!!"

The middle-aged woman was the first to scream. "Blood clothes!!!!"

Then came the girl's almost crazy shouts. The crowd around them was instantly attracted to the two people and stopped one after another. The girl and the woman made almost the same movements, covering their mouths with one hand and pointing to the top of the street lamp with one hand, their eyes full of uncontrollable surprise and excitement.

.Passers who didn’t know what was going on raised their heads one after another. “Ah!!”

“Holy shit!!!”

"What the hell!!"

The crowd exploded in an instant, and the exclamations were like waves, advancing layer by layer into the distance. Some people dragged their family and friends out and ran outside, while others squeezed in like crazy, with curiosity, panic, admiration, joy, awe, and a mixture of

The eyes of various emotions converged on the same focus, the sculpture-like man in blood. The anchor had already calmed down. At this time, he was already in the center of the crowd. The feeling of being surrounded by so many people relieved the fear in his heart.

Quite a few. Only then did he react. He grabbed the mobile phone standing on the long stand and switched to the rear camera. He tried hard to control his hands from shaking. He was so eloquent that he couldn't say anything at this time, and he was in the live broadcast room.

The number of people online was increasing at an incredible rate. The messages were jumping so fast that he couldn't see clearly. He was not the only one taking pictures with his mobile phone. In fact, there were at least hundreds of mobile phones pointed at the man in blood on the street lamp.

In just a few minutes, thousands of people have gathered around, and the outer boundary of the crowd is still expanding, and countless people are rushing here. Compared with the noise on the outside, the inner circle is eerily silent, and there is no one.

The person spoke. Through the mask, Liu Xiao glanced at the pairs of eyes with different expressions and the mobile phone camera that was only pointed at him. He knew that it was almost done. "Xiangbai must shut up when he comes, and go back to the river."

Hide. The whirlpool is steep and full of dangers. Don’t be like a whale trying to harm others.”

Liu Xiao's voice was low, but full of power and majesty. It was not as good as Hong Zhong, but it was enough for the surrounding crowd to hear clearly. "This is what I want to say to the lost, and it is also what I want to say to all humans on earth."

There was a commotion in the surrounding crowd. This was the first time that everyone heard Xueyi's voice, and just two sentences revealed a lot of information. First, Xueyi must be Chinese, and secondly, Xueyi must also belong to the righteous camp.

, Third, even if Xueyi is not an ancient person, he must be knowledgeable. At least 90% of the people present can't understand the meaning of that poem. Liu Xiao finally understood why Leng Yufeng heard his voice for the first time.

You are full of classical Chinese. In fact, when you have a certain strength and status in a certain situation, if you speak very lowly and plainly, people's awe of you will be greatly reduced. And the more inscrutable you are, the more likely you are to be in awe.

Can be convinced by others. In the live broadcast room, the number of people online has exceeded 100,000, and the screen is full of "bloody clothes are mighty, China is mighty!"

The anchor holding the mobile phone did not have the intention to pay attention to the mobile phone screen. His eyes did not want to leave the body of Xueyi for a moment. "Although Divine Qiantang has been destroyed, the crisis still exists. This city needs someone to protect it, and the people here need someone to stand in front of them."

"Previously," Liu Hao paused, "So, if you think you have passion and skills, you can still be here the day after tomorrow, you can give it a try."

"But remember, wear a mask."

Liu Xiao added. After saying this, the stone bricks under people's feet began to tremble. The crowd under Liu Xiao slowly rose up in shock, until a stone platform more than one meter high and ten meters long and wide was formed. This stone platform

Whether it was prepared in advance or whether Xueyi is simply an elemental genius, no one can guess, but one thing is true. Xueyi wants to organize a force of his own, and the purpose of this force is to protect this city and the people here.

People. "Holy crap! The Bloody Clothes are going to organize their own forces!"

In the live broadcast room, the barrage jumped crazily. "The day after tomorrow, it's too late. It's too late to go to Qiantang now!"

"What crisis is he talking about? Didn't he kill all the lost people in Qiantang?"

"I just booked a flight ticket, haha, not for anything else, just because I can see the bloody clothes!"

"No way! I just checked the ticket booking software, and the tickets to Qiantang are almost gone!"

"I go!"

"Anchor! Ask Xueyi, can people from other provinces join his organization? Ask me quickly!"

..."Blood clothes."

Someone in the crowd had the courage to ask loudly, "We are all ordinary people, how can we compare with the transformed ones?"

This person's question represents the voice of many people. Facts have proved that the strongest fighter on the earth is at most equal to the combat power of an ordinary lost person, and he is still the kind of person who is behind the wheel. Liu Xiao quickly distinguished from the crowd.

The person who asked the question was a young man who was not very tall but had explosive muscles. He could tell at a glance that he was a trainer. "This is just your perception, that's all."

Liu Xiao gave an open answer, but this answer is enough to make people think about it for a long time. "Blood clothes!"

After the first person arrived, someone else immediately asked, "Can people from other provinces participate?"

Many people in the crowd nodded silently, and they also wanted to know. "Otherwise, why is it the day after tomorrow instead of tomorrow?"

Liu Xiao asked back. Everyone present smiled knowingly. Unexpectedly, Xueyi was quite humorous, at least he was still a cannibal of fireworks. He suddenly felt that the distance between him and everyone was getting closer. "Xueyi! I love you!"

An older leftover girl smiled and shouted, causing a burst of laughter from the crowd. "Xue Yi, are you really Fa Hai?"

Then, all kinds of strange questions came one after another. Under the mask, Liu Xiao rolled his eyes, feeling that his goal had been achieved, and if he didn't retreat, he would lose his power. He jumped up suddenly, and drew a line in the air amid exclamations.

The graceful arc landed lightly on another street lamp more than fifty meters away. After a few ups and downs, it completely disappeared from everyone's sight. "This... this is an immortal..."

This distance is almost like flying.”

Someone murmured, "No wonder he can kill an entire divine being by himself. The strength of the blood-clothed man is there."

Someone said excitedly, "The day after tomorrow! The day after tomorrow, why the day after tomorrow? How could I sleep these two nights!"

Someone said sadly. The crowd did not disperse immediately because they were busy replying to tens of thousands of messages on Moments and private messages from relatives and friends. Phones were ringing one after another. The whole of China wanted to know about this bloody man in Qiantang. The anchor did not think of himself until now.

To make a living, he took a look at the number of people online in the live broadcast room. It was 4.97 million people. He swallowed silently. This number was enough for him to climb to the top of the live broadcast room. Then he looked at the gifts.
Chapter completed!