Holding Bian's hand, Du Qingling walked into the assassination base. A gust of wind passed by, but it didn't carry any breath, and it had a strong mechanical smell.
"Clone Master No. 7, do you need to be so anxious?"
Du Qingling took Bian's hand to avoid it. An ax had already struck from the side and passed by Du Qingling's cheek. It seemed that she could still feel the bone-chilling coldness, but the smile on the corner of Du Qingling's mouth showed danger.
She doesn't have to hide, her tasks are upgraded, everything will happen... She doesn't have to worry about means or anything like that.
"Qingling, be careful."
When Du Qingling dodged the axe, the burrs on his back were already coming quickly. To the left, there was a hammer full of thorns waiting on the side. To the right, there was also a sharp blade flashing with cold light. He stood on the ground and jumped in a half-crouch.
"Suifeng! Go on."
Throwing the other side out of his hand, he faced the oncoming burrs alone. He turned around a few times and narrowly avoided it. The burrs penetrated underneath. If he was hit, he would have turned into a hedgehog with hundreds of holes.
The hat was squeezed out by the flying hair and fell on his hand. When he turned to face An Suifeng, he put it on immediately.
"Let's go. There is no smell of Xiaobao here."
An Suifeng pulled Du Qingling and walked out, but Du Qingling remained motionless. Her red lips bloomed like a rose, and she was extremely charming.
"Bring the other side out."
She broke away from An Suifeng's hand and spoke in a calm tone, without revealing any emotion. She could not feel anger or anxiety, as if it was normal that the weather was good today.
"No, Master, I am useful."
Bi'an broke away from An Suifeng's hand and hugged Du Qingling's feet tightly. He raised his head and looked into Du Qingling's eyes. His eyes were full of fear and fear, and tears flowed like blood in those bright red eyes.
"I won't leave either."
Although solemn, An Suifeng stood next to Du Qingling. He wanted to compete with her. The golden thread in his hand was tightly pulled, and he would take action as soon as there was any movement. The tight muscles let Du Qingling know that this clone
Number 7 is not easy.
"All right."
She actually saw the pitiful look of fear of abandonment in the other side's eyes, and nodded in agreement.
Flick the little black bits on your fingers...
"Hiss, hiss -" Why disturb the snake's sleep? Staring at Du Qingling, Xiao Hei twisted his body, bulging his eyes and looked at Du Qingling in displeasure.
"Protect him well, or he will stew you."
Ignoring Xiao Hei's protest, she threw Xiao Hei directly to the other side.
"Hiss, hiss -" Protect your head, this guy is stronger than me.
He kept twisting and twisting, but he was caught by Bian, and he didn't dare to move. He was afraid of snakes even if he was 7 inches tall. He lay pitifully on Bian's hand, looking at his evil smile... He...he
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Of course, Du Qingling didn't see this scene. She looked around vigilantly, and it was so quiet that she could hear her breathing, but she couldn't feel the presence of Xiaobao and Xiaobei.
"Walk."
As soon as I took a step, I noticed that the ground was shaking. This Clone No. 7 seemed to really want to die. Unfortunately... The King of Hell didn't dare to accept my life at this moment. She shot up like a bullet, and the blade in her hand flew out and was buried in the iron.
wall, and finally the earth stops.
"Let's go, there's a place to rest there."
The female voice sounds familiar, Du Qingling frowns, this is the voice of Lan Queer...