"It's no use, I just ran away for two times." Dongchen sighed in frustration, and clenched his fists with a gloomy look on his face: "Take care of this place and clean up all traces."
The fire and ice went back and forth twice, leaving no trace behind, not even an incorporeal soul. As an expert on souls, Dongchen would never let go of a single possibility.
The bones were thrown away and the soul was destroyed. Looking at the clean ground, Christina shook the bag worriedly and looked at Dongchen: "Why don't you throw it away? These things are too eye-catching. What if..."
"Keep it if you like it, maybe it will be useful again some time."
Leaving Fatty's things behind is dangerous, but it can bring huge rewards. Not to mention anything else, a single red crystal element is worth tens of thousands. Christina has been in the city for so many years, but she has never seen a few.
Now that they finally got one and got into big trouble because of it, Dongchen naturally didn't want to give up easily. Besides, the value of these things was worth the risk.
People, sometimes you have to fight hard.
"Is it really okay?" Christina was still a little worried. The things in the bag were valuable, but they were also a big bomb. If one thing was not good, everyone would have to play with it.
Dongchen nodded seriously: "Put them away. As long as you handle them carefully, you should be fine if you don't show up for a short time."
After cleaning the battlefield, the team continues to set off.
An Changli said that with the Fat Man incident as a premise, Dongchen should have restrained himself. But instead of restraining himself, this lunatic has become more rampant and ruthless. As the old saying goes, if you have too many debts, don’t worry, but if you have too many lice,
It doesn’t itch. In fact, Dongchen’s true thoughts are just to muddy the water.
In the sky, Saphlegh and Vincent Mart were fighting to death, while on the ground the eighteen knights chased the survivors howling like ghosts and wolves. Those who survived in the Forest of Bones by various means kept playing hide and seek.
No one knows exactly how many people have come to the island. Over a hundred years, the sooner someone gets the key to destiny, the more people they can have under their command.
These days, powerful people will naturally gather a group of subordinates around them. In order to survive, it is human nature to rely on the strong. For example, the fat man’s father, Soraka Tyrone, is not only powerful himself, but also has a very bluffing identity.
, in the name of Sanyo Consul in the federal government that exists in name only.
After provoking such an enemy with status, background, and very strong strength, Dongchen was depressed, but also felt a sense of pride. Regret? Arrogance? No, it was just that he provoked it earlier. If possible, Dongchen
He even wants to send the federal government to hell. As for civilians? Human beings? That thing has nothing to do with him.
Dongchen is a madman, a self-centered madman. Except for the people he agrees with, Dongchen doesn't care at all about the life and death of others.
If he is in a good mood, Dongchen will choose to watch a show. If he is in a bad mood, Dongchen will kill the two gangs of guys who are acting together. Just like now...
"Annie seals the road, Vegeta, enter!"
The pale forest of bones suddenly rose into an icy blue, and before the two groups of fighting men realized what was going on, the surroundings changed.
The half-meter-thick ice wall, dotted with snowflakes and shining brightly, looks fragile, but is actually extremely strong. Although it can be broken through with great effort, Dongchen will not give them a chance.
"Kill, leave no one behind."
The cursed cross sword Dainsleif was slowly drawn out inch by inch. Dongchen stood on the spot, the cold wind blew, and his clothes and hair flew away.
The two bosses, who were fighting to the death, looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
"Kill...kill him."
Depression will eventually end. If you don't break out in despair, you will die in despair.
No matter how strong Dongchen's murderous intent is, it can't be useful to everyone. If there are those who are scared to wet their pants, there will naturally be those who will fight to the death.
The minions opened fire.
Lasers shot through the phantom. No matter how good the weapon is, no one can use it. Dongchen's speed cannot be faster than the speed of light, but Dongchen can be faster than hand speed.
As long as you have good eyesight and judge the position of the muzzle well, there is actually no difficulty in dodging this kind of thing.
Dodge, draw the sword, and blood splashes in the air.
The two gangs of guys who were fighting for their lives just now went crazy. They didn't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and the devils who were killing them randomly were really terrifying.
Look at the dark red blood-like flowing light all over his body, and look at the bright blue sparkle on his body. This guy is not a human being, but a monster, a monster that can kill people.
Every time the sword is swung, a life falls.
There is no need. Dongchen's sword, which is purely for killing, will hit the throat, heart, dantian, and any fatal place. This time, Dongchen did not choose to chop, but to stab.
Stabbing is different from the one-style chopping in the military. What is required is precision and speed.
The blood-colored roses bloomed enchantingly, and the dying cries were heard one after another, making them beautifully embellished.
The little angel pouted her little mouth stupidly: "Sister, you are so beautiful."
The art of killing, a perfect story. Christina nodded in agreement. Annie was absolutely right, she was indeed beautiful. Dongchen didn't feel like killing people now, but like dancing.
A bloody dance that harvests life and comes face to face with death.
In this dance, blood spilled in the air, and the green leaves turned red. In this dance, the sound was hoarse and the remaining leaves screamed sadly.
The final dance·The streamer moves, the wind does not move, the sword comes out like a flower to take people's lives.
Flowers bloom and fade, and the sky is filled with flowers. Another life is gone. The petals pop out from my fingers, and each one has a life and a withered bone for thousands of years.
Maybe he looked away, maybe he let go. This time, Dongchen's heart no longer palpitated after killing someone.
When a person sends out murderous intent, his life is immediately taken. Animals are alert to it, and the color of the world changes. But now, with blood flowing from the sword and corpses scattered everywhere, Dongchen's mood is still calm and unwavering, as normal as eating and sleeping.
Bujie, who was following silently, sighed and shook his head, chanting the Immovable Pluto Mantra in a low voice, and gradually became worried: "This child has had many epiphanies. From today on, he will no longer be bound to all living beings. What should I do? What should I do?"
Turning around with a smile, sheathing the sword, Dongchen strolled and hugged Annie gently: "Little girl, are you scared?"
"No, brother, she's so beautiful." As if she wasn't scared at all by the killing just now, Annie narrowed her eyes and naughtily kissed Dong Chen on the face.
Wave!
"Brother, Annie is not a child, Annie is a little woman, yours." The soft voice whispering in his ear was so captivating that Dong Chen's heart immediately swayed: "Little girl, please beg for a beating."
Two slaps were slapped on the arm. Annie looked at Dongchen with watery eyes and bit her fingertips in grievance. Dongchen's throat felt uncontrollably itchy.
This little girl’s videos are so seductive. When did you learn this?
As Dongchen's woman, and being so close, Christina couldn't see the difference between the two guys, one big and one small. She coughed charmingly, waking up the two enemies regardless of the occasion. Christina rolled up her green eyes and nodded.