427. Chapter 427 Why do you run away if you are not afraid of me
Xiahou Huan'er gloated about his misfortune and passed by him in a daze: "You don't have to worry about being hungry. I'll ask the waiter to pack leftovers for you later. You don't mind eating my saliva?"
"Xiahou Huan'er, don't bully others too much." Hanhai clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead twitching with anger.
Xiahou Huan'er looked at him in surprise: "Hey, are you a human? I thought you were a dog next to Long Qiao."
A fierce killing intent suddenly flashed in Hanhai's scarlet eyes.
Long Qiao couldn't help stroking his forehead and sighing. This woman was definitely here to attract hatred. He quickly pulled her and walked to the hotel.
Han Hai was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.
Looking at her proud back, he swore that one day, he would let her die without a burial place.
After they entered, he immediately got back in the car and drove towards the mountainside in the suburbs.
If you don't vent your anger, you will definitely choke yourself to death.
He parked his car on the top of the mountain, came to the edge of the mountain, pulled out a gun, and fired a violent blast at the cliff.
Suddenly sand and water flew, smoke and dust billowed, and the broken walls continued to collapse.
When the cannonball ran out, he threw it to his feet.
He was once the general of the zombie camp, who dares to disrespect him?
He didn't expect that this time, a tiger would be bullied by a dog. How could he swallow this?
When his anger gradually subsided, he suddenly realized that there was a ghost-like figure behind him.
He was shocked and quickly turned around.
I saw that the person who came was wearing a dazzling black outfit, and his face was half a chilling Shura mask. His fire eyes were like a deep pool, exuding an icy cold light, which made people shudder.
"It's you." Looking at the masked man in front of him, Han Hai's voice couldn't help but tremble.
The zombie camp actually dispatched the God of Death to deal with him.
The God of Death raised his watch and glanced at it. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his voice filled with chills was like a life-threatening Shura: "You have one minute to escape."
Han Hai was startled, then jumped up and ran for his life.
When dealing with traitors, Death will give the target one minute to escape. This is his principle of killing.
He likes his prey to struggle in terror between life and death before it dies. This is also his pleasure.
Hanhai is the general of the zombie camp. Although he has never come into contact with the God of Death, he is deeply aware of his existence.
He tried his best and ran as hard as he could. Even though his heart was about to jump out of fear, he still took chances.
One minute is enough for him to run very, very far.
Han Hai didn't know how far he had run. When he stopped, he realized that he had actually stopped on a bottomless cliff. He was panting desperately and thinking to himself.
Well, he ran so far, he must not be able to catch up.
He was rejoicing when suddenly a cold aura appeared and floated over him, like the death messenger from the underworld, once again appeared under his shocked eyes.
The God of Death said calmly: "The time has come, let's die."
Hanhai clenched his fists and stared at him: "The God of Death, I haven't fought before, so I don't know who will win."
The ice-like flaming eyes of the God of Death did not stir up the slightest ripple, and his cold tone was like chatting with him: "You are not afraid of me, why run away?"
----------Xiahou Huan'er gloated at his misfortune and passed by him in a daze: "You don't have to worry about being hungry. I'll ask the waiter to pack leftovers for you later. You don't mind eating me."
The end of your mouth."
"Xiahou Huan'er, don't bully others too much." Hanhai clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead twitching with anger.
Xiahou Huan'er looked at him in surprise: "Hey, are you a human? I thought you were a dog next to Long Qiao."
A fierce killing intent suddenly flashed in Hanhai's scarlet eyes.
Long Qiao couldn't help stroking his forehead and sighing. This woman was definitely here to attract hatred. He quickly pulled her and walked to the hotel.
Han Hai was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.
Looking at her proud back, he swore that one day, he would let her die without a burial place.
After they entered, he immediately got back in the car and drove towards the mountainside in the suburbs.
If you don't vent your anger, you will definitely choke yourself to death.
He parked his car on the top of the mountain, came to the edge of the mountain, pulled out a gun, and fired a violent blast at the cliff.
Suddenly sand and water flew, smoke and dust billowed, and the broken walls continued to collapse.
When the cannonball ran out, he threw it to his feet.
He was once the general of the zombie camp, who dares to disrespect him?
He didn't expect that this time, a tiger would be bullied by a dog. How could he swallow this?
When his anger gradually subsided, he suddenly realized that there was a ghost-like figure behind him.
He was shocked and quickly turned around.
I saw that the person who came was wearing a dazzling black outfit, and his face was half a chilling Shura mask. His fire eyes were like a deep pool, exuding an icy cold light, which made people shudder.
"It's you." Looking at the masked man in front of him, Han Hai's voice couldn't help but tremble.
The zombie camp actually dispatched the God of Death to deal with him.
The God of Death raised his watch and glanced at it. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his voice filled with chills was like a life-threatening Shura: "You have one minute to escape."
Han Hai was startled, then jumped up and ran for his life.
When dealing with traitors, Death will give the target one minute to escape. This is his principle of killing.
He likes his prey to struggle in terror between life and death before it dies. This is also his pleasure.
Hanhai is the general of the zombie camp. Although he has never come into contact with the God of Death, he is deeply aware of his existence.
He tried his best and ran as hard as he could. Even though his heart was about to jump out of fear, he still took chances.
One minute is enough for him to run very, very far.
Han Hai didn't know how far he had run. When he stopped, he realized that he had actually stopped on a bottomless cliff. He was panting desperately and thinking to himself.
Well, he ran so far, he must not be able to catch up.
He was rejoicing when suddenly a cold aura appeared and floated over him, like the death messenger from the underworld, once again appeared under his shocked eyes.
The God of Death said calmly: "The time has come, let's die."
Hanhai clenched his fists and stared at him: "The God of Death, I haven't fought before, so I don't know who will win."
The ice-like flaming eyes of the God of Death did not stir up the slightest ripple, and his cold tone was like chatting with him: "You are not afraid of me, why run away?"
