He held the iron chain in his hand and waved it, but the other end of the iron chain was shining with cold light, and the sharp blow could break hair.
Leng October held the low wall with both hands and immediately jumped to the other side from a half-squat.
When I looked back, I saw that the street light was already flickering. It was obviously caused by the disconnection of the line. Suddenly... the street light fell to the side with a loud bang...
It was so powerful that it cut off the street light instantly!!
The little man's explosive power was very strong. Leng Yueyue jumped over the low wall and hid in the darkness again, watching each person jump over the wall as light as a swallow. The corners of Leng Yueyue's mouth curled up... that sneer was very thin.
She doesn't like to use guns, but she likes to use silver needles... just like the chopsticks on the dining table... This is a technique that works for her!!
Silver needles are small in size and can hold several hundred, which is very convenient.
Leng Yueyue pulled out four silver needles from his sleeves, the cold light flashed in the darkness, and the sharp attack was like thunder, very sharp...
Well--
Submerged into the neck, the poison spread... and fell down instantly...
After four people fell down, the little man began to laugh arrogantly...
"It turns out he is a master!! Jiejiejie——"
That cold laughter is very terrifying...
The tall man scratched his head... "Are these people asleep?"
Tong Yan Wuji's voice is naive...but one cannot ignore the deep look in his eyes...
"Skinny Death, Fat Immortal!"
Leng Shiyue jumped up and did somersaults in the air and stood in front of the tall man and the little man... As soon as he opened his mouth, their expressions changed immediately!!
This is the first time someone knows his name. How long has it been since these two names appeared? It has been so long that they have almost forgotten...
"Hehe...he's a good boy, I like him! Who do you think is the God of Death and who is the Immortal?"
The tall man smiled stupidly, but it was very sharp...as if he would be killed if he couldn't answer the question!!
"Not interested in!"
The silver needle in his hand suddenly appeared...and immediately shot out like hair...while they were resisting, they left the scene...
Walking gracefully on the roadside, blending in with the darkness, but very dazzling, with deep eyes filled with ice.
“Cold October!!”
Murong Xie had an evil smile under his silver mask... He didn't expect that the person he met in the restaurant would be his opponent... Haha...
That laughter was as intoxicating as decades-old wine, and Murong Xie's red lips were as alluring as blooming rose petals... I wonder what kind of alluring beauty lies beneath the silver mask!
Holding a photo of Leng October in her hand, holding the trophy high, others cheering, she seemed to be aloof, as if she wasn't the one who got the first place? She was just an outsider.
"This kid is awesome!! Do you want to tell the young master?"
The tall man touched his chin in deep thought...
"don't want!"
The little man immediately refused... He didn't want to tell the young master anything embarrassing... otherwise those brats would definitely make fun of them!!
The days passed very quickly, and it was time for the admission procedures in the first year of high school... Leng Shiyue was carrying a backpack and carrying a tennis bag in his hand... The Court of Net Prison... In the area of tennis, the iron-black fonts were showing off their teeth and claws, gathering momentum.