Bai Ling stared at the screen tremblingly, and one hand was blocked from view at some point.
"Chaofeng, how are you?" She calmed down and asked softly.
In the guard's panic gaze, Liu Xiao threw the bullet on the ground, then looked at the palm of his hand, it was fine, there was no trace.
After a trance, the guard had already flew out, and then there was a loud gunfire around him, and bullets were sprayed like raindrops with fire.
Liu Xiao didn't even dodge, but just occasionally turned his head to avoid some ballistics that would hit his face.
The feeling of a bullet hitting his body was like meeting a girl next door on the roadside, hitting her with her little pink fist.
Smiling and shaking his head, Liu Xiao walked directly into the Daxia Hotel.
Behind him, balls of flames ignited, screaming torn in the night.
Passing by the guard who was slumped by the roadside, he now had no arrogance he had just now. He was lying on the side of the road and could not move. His yellow urine flowed all over the ground from his crotch. His frightened eyes didn't even dare to look at Liu Xiao.
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Liu Xiao picked up the rifle beside him and played with it for a while. He had been a little confused about this thing before, but he had always thought about his last time. Unexpectedly, when he really arrived, he was useless.
Before he could enter the hotel lobby, the windows on the second and third floors of the hotel opened, and twenty or thirty figures jumped down from the upper floor.
These people are wearing various famous brands, so you can't tell me that they look quite fashionable in terms of outfits, but there are a few who seem to be busy with other things before, and the belts are not fastened in a hurry.
There were a few young women lying in front of several windows on the second floor. Liu Xiao could also understand something from their scattered buns and their crying makeup.
Alas, why do people always think of these things once they gain power?
The number of people on the other side is still increasing, and many people are also pouring out of the lobby on the first floor. However, it seems that these people can be divided into two types: one is an ordinary person wearing a fluid body armor and holding a gun, and the other is wearing casual clothes and holding a hand
The Lost One of Cold Weapons.
On one hand, there were hundreds of people who had been struggling with each other, and Liu Xiao was alone, with a clear contrast between the two sides.
The lost person in charge tilted his head and took out his earwax, looking at the stranger in front of him as if nothing had happened.
"The Transformer?"
The man who took out the shit seemed to have taken out something, stretched out his fingers, and blew off the shit stains on his fingertips.
Liu Xiao was too lazy to answer, and used his fingers to count the number of lost people bit by bit, 31, quite a lot, oh, 32, and another one came.
The man who took the shit was amused by Liu Xiao's actions and said loudly.
"Since we are all transformers, our divine Qiantang welcomes you to join. We don't mind the loss."
The shit man glanced at the figure struggling in the fire at the door, wondering if this person is a talented fire element. If so, if he can recruit his subordinates, he will be a great contribution to the organization and his voice may be improved.
Many.
However, this person doesn't even speak to him, and it seems that he is not that easy to talk to, and he has a headache.
"The person who spoke is Fang Anping, who is a small leader in the divine Qiantang. He has 6 murders, 13 rapes, 11 missing cases, and 2 intentional injuries related to him."
Bai Ling stared at everyone who appeared on the screen, "A man wearing a yellow Armani shirt next to him was named Mao Sanshi, there is..."
"Hey, brother, say a word, you can't be an enemy of everyone when you come to us. Haha."
The man who took the shit looked around and smiled. "You are also from the Aden Realm. I don't seem to have seen you before."
He was such a noisy person. Liu Xiao stretched his hands behind him. When he appeared again, he had two long swords in his hand, Gosa's double swords.
The cold light flashed, the man who took the shit out looked instantly ferocious, and he sneered and took a step back.
He said weakly, "Do you get rid of him, and you will share the others with me."
Before he finished speaking, the man who was lying on the shit was frightened to find that the sword-holder who was originally more than 20 meters away from him had already appeared in front of him. His cold eyes were as if he was looking at one.
The crawler looks at himself like a crawler.
The cold light and sword shadow swept past before my eyes. Beauty is a kind of cold beauty that makes death wither.
When roars of fear and anger sounded around, the man had disappeared from his sight and headed behind him.
The man who took the shit wanted to pat his body and confirm that he was injured, but his hands and feet were not in charge. He felt something was wrong. At this moment, the whole head was tilted to one side without being controlled. He thought
He shouted, begged for mercy from this man, saying that he was a strong man with a physical attribute of nearly 150, and could charge for him and be a cow and horse for him, but why? This man didn't give him a chance! Why!
The man with his head fell to the ground, and the shit-taking man could still see everything around him. His only remaining spiritual energy was responsible for the energy consumption of his brain and would not die immediately.
The owner of the two long swords wandered among the crowd like a phantom. His swordsmanship was not skilled, but with his ghostly body skills and unfathomable power, it was enough to harvest the lives of everyone here, splashing
The plasma blurred his vision. In the bloody vision, only two cold lights were seen opening and closing, gunshots, muffled sounds of his torso falling to the ground and wailings were circling around his ears, and the chaotic crowd kicked his head away.
So, the shit man enjoyed his last moment among the flowers in despair.
Bailing strongly urged to vomit, forcing herself to stare at the screen intently. No matter how cruel and bloody this was, she had to do this, because she knew that this was what Liu Xiao could survive from the origin.
The path to the scriptures is also the essence of the strong. You have to get used to such survival rules in order to truly understand the world of the transformed ones.
When everything subsides.
Liu Xiao stood in front of the gate of Daxia Hotel and threw away the plasma from the sword.
Behind him were the broken limbs on the ground, and blood gathered into a stream and poured into the water well.
Liu Xiao deliberately did not control the blood splashing all over his body, which made him look terrifying, like a bloodthirsty god of killing.
Dozens of people were not dead or even injured. After the battle began, they had already escaped while they were shaking in the corner of the wall or in the flower bed. After Liu Xiao entered the hall, the legs trembled.
They stumbled and fled, and their master, the thirty-two lost people, were all lying in a pool of blood.
"If you let someone run away, please deal with it later."
Entering the empty hall, Liu Xiao said casually.
"I understand, it won't make them feel better."
Bai Ling moistened her voice and said with emotion.
There was no one in the empty hall, not no one. Under the perception of the wind, there were so many breathing people in the entire hotel. Liu Xiao knew very clearly, but those who were hiding under the dining table, behind the wine cabinet and the storage room.
He was not interested in catching the trembling people inside.
Going directly to the second floor, kicking open the door of a room. In the living room of this executive suite, there were 9 naked men and women lying around a middle-aged man like animals, with their eyes scattered, almost looking from their expressions.
There is no expression that humans should have.
Liu Xiao discovered that he actually knew this man. He met Yang Yunlong when he was in Aden and served as the captain of Li Tianjia and his team.
The middle-aged man glanced at Liu Xiao standing at the door, and a ray of light appeared in his eyes, but he didn't care too much. He slowly pushed a woman away and leisurely pressed the cigar in his hand against a woman's.
On the spine, cigarette butts sizzled on the skin, causing a burnt blood hole on the woman's back. Even so, the woman still looked at the man with great affection.
This operation makes Liu Xiao a little confused. Your circle is no longer just a matter of chaos. It is really convincing to be able to raise people as dogs.
Just as Liu Xiao was stunned, Yang Yunlong pulled out a spear from behind the sofa and stabbed Liu Xiao from the air.
The speed was quite fast, but not fast enough. Liu Xiao turned his head slightly, and a strong wind passed by his neck, and a muffled sound was heard behind him, and there was a hole as big as a bowl on the wall.
Immediately afterwards, two white human bodies were thrown over, blocking Liu Xiao's vision. A long spear passed through the two bodies and stabbed directly into Liu Xiao's chest.
The shot came quickly and fiercely, and the sores of the two men strung with the gourd exploded and died on the spot.
Liu Xiao took a light step to the side, and then watched the shot stabbing in the air.
If he failed to hit the point, Yang Yunlong danced the gun flower and slashed across the line.
Liu Xiao didn't want to hide anymore, and he waved his sword to block it, but the gun body ghostly bypassed his sword and turned towards his throat.
I have to say that Yang Yunlong does have two tricks and has put a lot of effort into mastering spears.
Bang!
Yang Yunlong looked at the spear without the spear head in his hand, then looked at the sword in Liu Xiao's hand, and swallowed with difficulty.
In the unruly eyes, the panic of loss began to spread.
"Are you the Apocalypse Knight of Creation?"
Yang Yunlong asked, in his perception, only Creation Society has the ability to create such cold weapons.
Liu Xiao shook his head, not because of his problem, but because of the arrival of the person in front of him.
When he was in Aden, he had a good impression of Yang Yunlong. He felt that he was a relatively down-to-earth but brave enough to fight and rush. Unexpectedly, he had already fallen out of this way after only a few months.
Finance and rights erode a person too quickly.
Liu Xiao was so scared that Yang Yunlong used his spear. No, it was already a long stick. He used the stick to lift up the people around him and smashed them at Liu Xiao, and then turned around and ran towards the window.
But his speed was not comparable to that of Liu Xiao. He turned around and avoided the flying human body. He reached behind Yang Yunlong in a few steps. He raised his sword and saw a return gun coming out of the slanting thorn.
Liu Xiao sneered, letting the long stick with a breaking power stab him in front of his chest, and the long sword also cut Yang Yunlong's back.
A force spread out in the chest cavity, but it was digested in an instant.
Yang Yunlong broke out of the window with a scream.
Regardless of the sword wound on his back, he ran away.
He no longer cared about whether anyone was chasing him, but whether he could take this opportunity to escape from the sky. This person was too terrifying. He was no match at all. Even though he knew that the opponent's combat mastery was not high, his physical attributes were far away from him.
superior.
This is an ancient man! It must be! He is very sure!
Bang!
Just over ten meters away from the gate, just when he had already seen the hope of life.
A blood thread penetrated into the back of his head, stabbed out his chin, and then his remaining momentum remained unabated. The moment his head exploded, it was printed into the cement floor and disappeared.
"Are these people crazy?"
He closed his bow, turned over and walked towards the door, looked at the worm-like people on the ground, and asked sighing.
"I don't know, but there must be some mental problems."
After witnessing the whole process, Bai Ling answered with breath.
"Can you still save it?"
Liu Xiao walked out of the room and closed the door.
"Unsure, the Special Affairs Bureau has completed the control around you. If you finish it, they will come in and clean up."
The breath of the green spirit is chaotic, but the thinking is clear.
"It's almost there, there are still a few lost people on this floor, and there should be still on the third floor."
Liu Xiao said indifferently, then kicked open another door.