The night wind of the West Lake, such as women's fibrous jade hands, gently stroke Liu's face.
It is like he is flattening the evil spirits and the killing of evil.
Liu Huan stood at the top of the Daxia Hotel, looking at the quiet and serene West Lake.
Once, he thought he would be afraid of taking the life of the same family, but he was wrong.
In fact, he has no feelings, neither guilt nor compassion, and there is no kind of high that can determine his life and death.
Looking at the lake with him, there is a distance from the distance.
This night, it is destined to change all her values and all cognition of this world.
"A good person like me should have lived brilliantly for a lifetime ..."
No reason, Liu Qiang hummed a song.
Being Ling, who has never been saying, tears rolled down from the corner of the eyes unconsciously.
At the moment when the singing sounded, she suddenly felt Liu Qiang's heart.
An ordinary person embarked on a completely different path from his dream.
In order to protect my inner little persistence, do my best.
"How many people have you ever seen like me ..."
Bailing wiped away her eyes, cried and cried, and she laughed again, because the man paid so much, and finally kept the bottom line that could not be touched in the bottom of the heart.
He was merciless about the sinful loss, but there was no trace of thought to innocent ordinary people.
"People like me, a silly person like me ..."
Liu Qiang closed his eyes and felt the buns of the lake wind wrapped in blood.
"An inexplicable person like me, will anyone be distressed ..."
After a song, Liu Qiang opened his eyes.
There was an incomparable "meeting" in the ear.
Liu Qiang smiled lightly and didn't care.
In the Daxia Hotel, hundreds of people were cleaning up the scene. The corpse bag was lifted into a van by one, such as a pile of garbage.
Hundreds of ordinary people who are stunned, shake eastward, or are helped, or they are carried on the ambulance and bus. They do not know why they have to be saved, just like they do not know why they were imprisoned here.
Then, then
More than a dozen people wiped the black and red blood stains on the ground, and washed all the evidence that happened here.
"Suddenly I understand, why do the dominant of this fruit want to get rid of the mother's body."
Liu Qiang asked himself.
"Maybe he wants to see a completely equal human world."
"Unfortunately, after so many years, it is about to return to the past."
"Park?"
"Well, I'm in." Bailing answered immediately.
"You have a criminal assessment in the lost people in Qiantang."
"Most of them."
"The position of these people now, you should know too."
"Yes, I know." Bailing faintly hoped, what Liu Qiang wanted to do.
"Send it to me."
"Are you sure you have to do this?" Belle took a deep breath and asked.
"If a fruit is climbing a pest, what should we do?" Liu Qiang asked.
Bailing is speechless. She knows that the organization wants Liu to do so, but she doesn't want him to bear so much.
"After tonight, Qiantang has no transformer who has lost humanity."
Liu Huan glanced at the lake water, turned around, and jumped down the building.
Under the gaze of everyone's breathing, Liu Qiang, who was bloody, left slowly.
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Three supercars roar and fly on the spacious streets. The wanton laughter echoed with the roar of the motor. At the same time, the ground in front of the three cars, the huge rocks were arched from the ground, and the three loud noise sounded at the same time.
The flames were blasting, and the parts were flying. Two people crawled out of the car. They were injured but not fatal, but they did not wait for them to stand firm. The two of them burst out one after another, and the headless body was planted again.
In the noisy bar, people are surrounded by a ugly woman who dressesly dressed. As long as she is happy, she will throw cash, paper drunk, and the whole bar.
A lot of paper banknotes danced in the air, waiting for a group of people to pick up all the banknote like a family dog, and then look at the woman sitting in the center. It is already a corpse. Her forehead has a large thumb hole.
On the street corner, a young couple was blocked by the two. The young man was easily subdued, twisted his arms, pressed on the ground, and watched others tearing off his lover's clothes.
It was, but no one came to stop it. Just when they desperately, the two men who violently against them were still. Then, the head slipped from the neck, a back of the back of the blood and water, and stayed away.
The clothes were not whole, running towards his lover, holding him in his arms, and his man stared at the long back, shouting, "Thank you! No matter who you are! Thank you!" Then
People seemed to hear, a little meal, raised his hand in the air.
On the top floor of the Divine Mansion, a handsome middle -aged man, smoking the cigarettes and putting it on his mouth, hitting the fire, but he didn't lit the smoke several times. His hands were trembling and could not stop at all.
His name is Wang Zigang, who inherited the family business, he was a life winner, money, woman, power, and appearance before the start of the test.
Falling Star Eyes. He became a junior pedestrian early, and he continued to lock the successful number of trials, but everything was so suddenly. As the center's countdown ended, his team and his team were completely discarded by completely abandoning the bottom.
It was thrown back to the earth by being astringent.
As a leader, he made a request to various organizations on the earth countless times, hoping to return to the origin, but compared with the origin, whether it is the earth or the galaxy order, it is a scum.
Accepting reality, he has another goal. He controls more than 600 transformers and more than 2,000 teams who are far stronger than ordinary people. There are also transformers' bills to support the original life?
That day, he also stood here, looked down at the entire Qiantang, and told himself that all this could be mine.
After that, he came into contact with multiple transformers organizations. In the end, the creation would throw olive branches to him and brought him an advanced equipment that can be armed. More importantly, how to deal with the country and other forces.
The means, by the way, there is also a Apocalypse Knight as a bodyguard.
Everything goes well. With the power of the Genesis Association, he wandered between all parties, constantly eroding this city of ten million people, weakening the government's control through various means, expanding his power.
But just tonight, bad news from the star pattern, those who have struggled with themselves at the original point, died in a weak mourning.
The original star pattern, now the crow is silent, this dead silence I made him feel fear from the heart.
Just now, the bodyguard or monitor arranged by the creation will leave without a word.
He worked hard to get angry. The temperature of the flame made him feel a touch of warmth. The feeling of smoke into the lungs made him feel that he was alive.
Wang Zigang knew that he was abandoned, thoroughly, and was abandoned again like garbage again.
In this Qiantang city, there may be thousands of transformers who are destroying their own forces, or it may be that the national machine has finally started a terrible engine. No matter which one is, it is over.
He wanted to contact the people of the Creation Association through Lingyin, but the other party did not accept Lingyin at all.
He connects the center and hopes to be protected by the galaxy order. He still has more than a thousand merits. He should be able to get attention. The center asked him what he wanted to exchange again and again, but there was no one in the list to keep himself.
Grasp more than 100,000 antique vases and smash it on the ground hard.
The broken porcelain film reflects a blood -red figure at the gate.
He raised his head sharply and looked at the human figure that was like evil.
This evil ghost has a head in his hand, which is the incomparable heavenly Knight.
The corner of the mouth was unprepared, and his legs could not be trembled. Of course, he knew how powerful this Apocalypse Knight was, how high it was.
"Let me live, please."
In this life, Wang Zigang asked for the first time.
With a flutter, kneeling on his knees, his hands folded, and with the posture he had seen on TV, he kept asking for mercy.
"We are all people, let me live ..."
The blood dripped on a high -end carpet, and the man walked slowly in front of him, standing high.
"I am, you are not."
In a short sentence, like a holy tier.
The long sword is cut, one point or two segments.
Liu Qiang raised his head, the sky in the east, the first ray of sunlight in the early morning, shone on his face.