The guy twitched, blood gushes from his mouth and drips down Ling Yun's arm to the ground.
Due to panic, the people around did not pay attention to the cross-eyes. They only heard the sound of breaking through the air, and two more unlucky guys fell to the ground and howled miserably.
Accurate and ruthless, I don’t know who you are.
Ling Yun covered himself with the cross-eyed corpse and looked into the distance, only to see a black shadow flash past at an extremely fast speed, carrying a bundle of sharpened wooden sticks on his back.
The wooden stick is made of rattan, about the thickness of two fingers, and appears to be extremely tough. It can penetrate a person's body with it. It seems that the opponent's throwing skills and strength cannot be underestimated.
In the blink of an eye, there were three more corpses on the ground, leaving only the yellow-haired ghost and the big black man. The surroundings became quiet again, and no sound could be heard except the sound of the waves.
No one moved, and no one dared to move. If the target was exposed, he would soon become the opponent's prey.
Time passed minute by minute, and after waiting for three hours, towards noon, the fog in the sky gradually dissipated, and the woods became brighter.
Ling Yun didn't dare to express his anger and lurked quietly. Suddenly he felt something strange on his back. A black patterned cobra crawled up his thigh, spitting out a message from his mouth, looking extremely terrifying.
Damn it, Ling Yun only felt his scalp was numb and his white hair was breaking out in sweat. He had seen this kind of cobra in the book. It was extremely venomous. If he bit him, he would not be able to survive four hours without the serum being injected in time. .
what to do.
There is a cunning harpooneer in the distance, two death row prisoners next to him, and a cobra lying on his back. Ling Yun is now almost desperate.
The cobra hissed, as if it had sensed Ling Yun's breath and body temperature, which was a sign that it was preparing to attack.
All the nerves in his body became tense, Ling Yun's heart was in his throat, what to do, what to do.
At the moment when the cobra launched its attack, Ling Yun suddenly pulled the cross-eyed arm next to him and blocked it in front. The cobra's fangs were deeply embedded in his arm. In this ten thousandth of a second, he grabbed the cobra's tail with his right hand. Threw it out hard.
"Ah..." There were screams in the distance, and it turned out that the cobra happened to land on the head of the yellow-haired ghost.
The yellow-haired ghost was caught by the cobra by the ear. He jumped up in fright, but before he could stand still, a wooden stick whizzed over and penetrated his chest.
Fast, accurate and ruthless.
Ling Yun felt very sad. The guy hiding opposite him was definitely a tricky idea.
Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of breaking through the air came again. Ling Yun hurriedly dodged to the side. The wooden stick was inserted into the place where he had been just now, trembling. It was already halfway in, and the stick was still trembling.
It turned out that the moment he swung the cobra away, his position was revealed, and the person who attacked him turned out to be a master of position identification by listening to the wind.
After some tossing, the surroundings became quiet again. Ling Yun lay on the ground. He had already locked the position of the guy, but there was a big African nigger next to him. He didn't want to take action rashly.
The surroundings became quiet again, but this silence was more terrifying than the heartbeat of death.
The three of them stood motionless in a stalemate. This was a competition of endurance.
Ling Yun ran through various methods in his mind, but none of them could alleviate the crisis at hand. Suddenly, an idea flashed and a plan came to mind.
He moved his body, trying not to make any noise, and already grasped the sharpened wooden stick in his right hand. He slowly pulled it out of the ground and pressed it against the cross-eyed corpse in front of him to support him.
Poof, as expected, the sound of breaking through the air was heard again not far away, followed by blood splashing and a sharp wooden stick passing through the body.
Ling Yun pulled off the wooden stick and let the body fall heavily to the ground in order to deceive the guy not far away.
At this moment, there were strange noises coming from the grass nearby, and the big African black man stood up suddenly and rushed towards the opposite side.
Poof, blood spattered, and a wooden stick penetrated his shoulder. The big African black man grunted and continued to rush forward. This guy was as strong as a cow, and the little damage seemed to have no fatal effect on him.
"Die," the big African black man roared, already rushing forward.
I saw the grass shaking and a black shadow shooting out.
Bang bang bang.
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The sound was endless, and the black figure struck out very quickly, having already thrown more than a dozen punches in an instant.
The big African black devil was thick-skinned, very resistant to fighting, and had brute strength. He forcibly grabbed the black figure's arm and threw him away.
Ling Yun was watching the excitement, waiting for an opportunity to take action, when he suddenly saw a black shadow coming and hitting the cross-eyed corpse next to him.
"Woo..." Accompanied by a muffled groan, it turned out that the wooden stick on the cross-eyed corpse was inserted back into the black shadow's shoulder.
Sins committed by God can be forgiven, but sins committed by oneself cannot be saved. This is called true self-inflicted suffering.
Ling Yun stood up and rushed forward with a dagger. He was ready to add insult to injury and take the opportunity to kill the guy.
The black shadow did not expect that there was a guy hiding next to her, so she panicked and rolled to the side. She never thought that the wooden stick was still pierced through her shoulder, which caused the wound even more and caused heartache.
A black shadow flashed past, Ling Yun lost his accuracy, and fell on her body. Suddenly he felt something strange, and saw his left hand pressing on two firm and plump muscles. It was full of elasticity and had an excellent feel.
The woman was slightly startled. At this time, a big African black man not far away roared and rushed forward.
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"Ling Yun, we're here, what are you thinking about?"
Zi Yan's roar came from the side, and Lingyun Daleng had a cold war. He finally woke up from his memories, coughed a few times, and hurriedly covered up his embarrassment, "Ahem, boss, I was thinking about the nuclear warhead just now. ,"
Zi Yan had already noticed that something was wrong with his expression, but she did not continue to ask. The black shark drove into the airport parking lot and parked in the empty space next to it.
Looking at the communicator on her wrist, Zi Yan opened the door and got out of the car, "The time is almost up, let's go, let's go and greet it."
Security check window in Terminal 3 of the airport.
Ling Yun and Zi Yan stood quietly at the airport pick-up gate. Their luggage and packages slowly came along the electric conveyor belt, and a beautiful figure appeared at the security checkpoint.
"Here we come," Zi Yan looked at Ling Yun, who was looking to the side, and saw that he was already stunned and his eyes were glowing green.
Beauty, absolute beauty.
American buttocks, British breasts, Korean faces, Russian thighs, this is how the world's fashion magazines evaluate beauties from all over the world.
Tall figure, black uniform, white shirt, slender legs, hips swinging to the rhythm, smooth golden shawl long hair, fair and tender skin, sapphire-like eyes under long eyelashes, clear, deep and sexy Her cherry lips were covered with lipstick, but they looked even more charming.
She is not very old, around twenty-four or five years old. Is it possible that all professional executives nowadays are beautiful women?
