Old Els's personal entourage and bodyguards are still there, but they were knocked unconscious by the continuous impact, but what about those "blood donors"?
Everything is gone!
Wang Yong inevitably thought, could it be that the smoke that rolled back had already taken all these people out?
But that’s a whole nine people!
The various bedrooms distributed in the bedroom, not just the ones on the terrace and near the window, but also the ones near the inside of the room, or even right next to Wang Yong?
In fact, Wang Yong can guess the general logic inside.
Ronan "packed" them into the realm of chaotic time and space, and took this opportunity to quietly remove those blood donors.
He could even guess that the chaotic space-time realm that covered them just now should be a "double-layered bag", with one layer containing them and the other layer used to save others...
This is the idea, but what about the details?
Those devilish details that seriously deviate from experience and common sense will make people's scalp swell and their blood rush to the top just by thinking about them a little deeper.
Wang Yong just let his blood rush. He watched the water vapor mist melt into the low-hanging clouds outside. He couldn't hold back his emotions for a moment. While he still vaguely caught some traces of energy information flowing through, he stepped across
He walked past Tuge and rushed towards the terrace.
At this time, what he did was no longer the thought of a bodyguard, but the most instinctive reaction of an extraordinary being who had his dignity offended.
Before he could reach his body, the ferocious energy and blood force was already like a heavy hammer, shattering the glass fence of the terrace in one fell swoop, and the fragments in the sky were also shot towards the clouds outside.
"Wang Yong!"
Tu Ge rarely called Wang Yong's name. In fact, this call was a bit late.
Before the mechanical wave that pushed the air reached Wang Yong's eardrum, the glass fragments that had been shot out were hit hard by some force again. A considerable part of them could not withstand the huge force from the opposite direction.
, directly turned into powder. But after all, there are still some problems, or problems with the stress points and angles, which have been preserved, and they roared and rolled back.
Wang Yong didn't dare to take a direct hit. His heart was shaking, and he turned to one side several times in succession to let go of these dangerous debris, but his speed inevitably dropped sharply.
And in this moment of rush and stagnation, without any sound, someone unexpectedly appeared on the terrace one step ahead of him.
Wang Yong's forward momentum was not yet exhausted, but the man stood extraordinarily firmly on the edge of the terrace with his toes. The distance between the two people narrowed sharply, and in the end they were almost face to face...
With such a dangerous distance, no one has the generosity and determination to leave life and death to the other.
Both sides suddenly took action, and Fang
In the space of an inch, fists, palms, fingers, elbows, shoulders and other available parts were continuously cut and collided like a storm. At this time, Tuge's cry was completely heard, but it was hit by the explosion of gold and iron at the scene.
The high-pitched sound was like a symphony, and it was broken into pieces.
"stop!"
Tuge's second shout exploded, and he had already used the skill of sound to kill. It was rare that he was impartial, and the entry point was chosen extremely accurately, giving both sides the opportunity to stop fighting.
The golden wind suddenly disappears, and Qi and blood roar secretly.
Wang Yong took two steps back and returned to the bedroom area.
As for the person on the balcony, his toes were still touching the edge, his back was leaning on the sea, and he was standing firmly in place.
With neat hair and a neat personality, and a delicate and bright face, she is none other than the chief master of the Secret Eyes, Ms. Wanliuhua.
Wang Yong stared at the other person, his eyes sharp, but he had regained his composure. Because at the same time, he also sensed that the blood demon's hot and violent aura was not far away from here.
On the contrary, those on the spiritual side suddenly moved away.
It's not that they were afraid of anything. On the contrary, those few were clearly out of curiosity and made no secret of it. They were making waves on the mental level, tracing the traces left by Ronan, and pursuing them all the way. Most likely they were going to do something.
Clearly, what is going on with the space-time domain technique that was almost perfectly used in actual combat and seemed to be extremely effortless.
After all, Wang Yong was not on the mental side. In fact, due to Wanliuhua's intervention and his attention swinging back and forth, he had lost his sense of Ronan's remaining energy, and was unable to track him even if he wanted to.
At this time, the door of the suite was pushed open again, and the blood demon walked in with a slap in the face. The hole in the partition wall of the room just revealed his particularly proud smile.
"Unprecedented, huh?"
"If he is here in his true form, he can still do this..." Wang Yong blurted out his words, but his mind had been spinning many times, but there was no follow-up soon.
Being able to trap or at least confuse two extraordinary species for a short period of time proves that this area has a certain carrying capacity for "high-energy targets".
Nine people were kidnapped in one fell swoop, and all of them were guys without extraordinary powers. As long as half of them survived in the end, it can be said that the "survival conditions" in the internal space are acceptable.
If this is true, it is a solid proof that this space-time domain technique can indeed be applied in actual combat, even if it is the main body here - there is no logical trap such as "holding the hair and lifting it up".
In other words, Ronan, who has mastered this method, is almost invincible in low-intensity battles of the same level.
As for the life and death struggle, further verification is needed.
Then again, after the 1990s, how many life-and-death fights between extraordinary species have occurred?
Wang Yong's profession is bodyguards, so there is no need to think too deeply about things. But even if he only uses a little idle brainpower to think about it, he can predict the wails coming from the current consul camp.
Someone really screamed...
"What the hell, who did I offend?"
The fat and strong body of the black lion squeezed in from the door, and arrived behind the blood demon. He raised his palm and hit the former on the shoulder with a "snap":
"Did I offend you?"
The blood demon was not annoyed. He turned his head and bared his teeth in joy: "Go ahead and tell the other side this."
"I came and he left again."
"You didn't come until he left!"
The blood demon told the facts of what he saw.
Black Lion chuckled twice, bulging his belly, walked into the messy bedroom, looked around a few times, and said something in his mouth:
"Does anyone remember that this is my room?"
"They are here to find you too." The blood demon added coldly from behind.
"Looking for me? Such nice weather..."
Having said this, Heishi looked at the still dark clouds outside the window, and changed his voice: "I mean, the weather is so special, and everyone has nothing to do, let alone cooking wine and talking about heroes, at least we should go to the open deck.
, get together to have afternoon tea and enhance our relationship, why bother here?"
The blood demon put his hands in his pockets and nodded: "As long as it doesn't rain, your proposal is not bad."
"Whether it rains or not is not a matter of that person's words?"
"But it's not just a matter of words here, right?"
"It doesn't take much."
Black Lion walked slowly to the head of the bed, lowered his eyebrows, glanced at Old Els's already purple and black face, and curled his generous lips: "I told you not to catch a family working hard to harvest wool.
...Well, this doesn’t seem to be the point. I mean, it’s already like this, why should everyone bother with him anymore?”
When Tu Ge heard this, he looked sideways.
The black lion smiled at him, and in this smile, he flicked his finger.
With a muffled sound, a rotten watermelon burst open on the bed, with red juice and white flesh splashing out.
"It's done! I'll feel better now."
There was silence in the room, which made Black Lion's voice even louder: "It's just above, the poolside bar, casual and eye-catching. I've got enough coffee, drinks, and refreshments. I'll take it!"