The elderly Indians who controlled the electricity targeted the Chinese girl with lightning speed, which was also their main target.
The thickest arc he controlled was about the size of a chopstick mouth, and the thinner ones were like silver wires. The arcs jumped between his fists and arms. The electric current that was thrown towards the Chinese girl was as thick as a finger, with silver light.
Shiny and powerful.
Yan Xing, who jumped to avoid an arc of electricity, felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that guy change the target of his attack. How can a nigger know how to attack in the east?
He didn't panic. As far as he knew, the little loli was not slow. He believed that it would be no problem to dodge the lightning attack. If the little loli wasn't really capable, she wouldn't always dislike him for holding him back.
Le Yun, who was watching from the sidelines, was studying Lao Yin Asan's electric power and analyzing whether there were any patterns in his current flow. Unexpectedly, he became the target of an attack. He wanted to scold me. Damn it, didn't he understand that it was wrong to interrupt other people's thinking?
Moral?
She just took a look, that guy actually attacked her and humiliated his women. Isn't it too much?
He was so angry that he wanted to jump, but he reacted very quickly. He stepped back, grabbed the little Ah San who had been immobilized by his acupuncture points, and pulled him to where he was standing as a shield, and then he jumped up as if he were flying.
Go, step out three meters away.
The little loli slipped away. The young Indian who was being pulled by her as a shield was stiff all over, and his back was facing the direction of Yin Dian. He had no idea what was going on. Because his legs were stiff, he was dragged to another place to balance himself.
The angle is not good and it tilts to one side.
Before the young man fell down, a silver current as thick as a finger flashed towards him. It missed his head but hit the back of his head.
The girl replaced someone with someone to resist the electric current. When the old Indian discovered that the electric current had hit the young man, he screamed in horror: "No-"
He wanted to move his hand to let the current go away, but the silver lightning had already left his hand. The moment the finger-thick silver lightning hit the back of the young man's head, it exploded like a firework, shooting out white silver sparks and countless fine currents.
The silver current surged towards the young man, from bottom to bottom, and the silver reached the soles of the person's feet in an instant.
The young man was like a person in a fantasy movie absorbing electricity, his whole body was shining with silver light, and as the silver current flowed, his muscles trembled non-stop, and the clothes on his body smelled of burning, and then burst into flames.
In the intertwining flames and silver light, the young man swayed and fell to the ground. The flames surged in the wind and whirred. His body hit the ground, the flames were still burning, and silver lightning flashed in the flames.
"Ah, I'm going to kill you bitch!" The old Indian saw the young man lying motionless on the ground. He was stunned for a moment. Like a red-eyed bullfight, he yelled and chased the girl, and the electricity in his hand turned into silver.
The arc keeps hitting the girl.
"Let me go, you old shameless nigger born of a bitch, you have poor control over electricity, and you accidentally hurt your own people, you still have the nerve to blame me? Old nigger, you have disgraced the people of your country, you have disgraced everyone.
The face of your surname, you didn’t grow up eating corn curry rice, you grew up eating cow dung.”
Lao Yin Asan became angry, and Le Yun ran away, avoiding the electric current while cursing. The old nigger grew up eating shit. He obviously had a good card but beat it to pieces. If she had the power of electricity, she would
It will definitely be able to exert its super combat power. It can shock whoever it wants, and it is guaranteed to turn people into dogs.
The Chinese girl knew Hindi and could curse. The old Indian man was so angry that his liver almost exploded. He waved his arms and controlled the silver current to chase the girl.
Originally, he was the target of the old nigger, but he turned into a little lolita. Yan Xing touched his chin and watched with great interest the little lolita's fight with the old nigger, watching her dexterous jumps left and right, and dodging.
It seemed like it was effortless. The more I looked at it, the more surprised I became. What kind of movement did that little Lolita do?
The elderly Indian threw away his banknotes as if he didn't want any money. Le Yun ran around twice. When she saw someone Yan standing idle, she rushed towards him without hesitation and ran away.
She jumped up to his side, jumped on Handsome Yan's back with all her strength, held the gun in her left hand, and hugged his shoulder with her right hand, leaning on his back like a sloth.
"Handsome guy, I can't run anymore, you protect me." She jumped onto the handsome guy's back and lay firmly on her back. The little lolita who found her backer put on a smile and looked as treacherous as a little fox.
Yan Xing, who was thinking about the little lolita's body skills, thought when he saw the little girl rushing towards him that she wanted to hide behind him so that he could help her block the disaster. He never thought that she would jump on her back and ask him to carry her.
His delicate little body clung to him, and electric current rushed through his back, making his whole body tremble.
The thinking in his brain was short-circuited at that time, but his hands subconsciously moved back to hug the little Lolita's legs. At that moment, a silver light hit his head and face. His subconscious reaction was far faster than his thinking reaction, and he jumped away.
He jumped three or four meters away from where he was.
The girl on his back swayed when he jumped. As a result, his back was closer to the little Lolita. The skin on Yan Xing's back tensed involuntarily, and he couldn't help but suppress his breathing very softly.
Just as he was calming down, another silver arc struck him. He had no time to reflect on any good feelings and jumped away with the little Loli on his back.
But the old guy kept throwing electric arcs, and he had to dodge and run around for a few times. He couldn't help but feel distracted and confused.
Young Master Yan jumped around, as if dancing. The electric current could not hit him, but made a "buzzing" sound wherever he landed. The plants were withered by the electricity, and the sand was splashed randomly.
Lying on Yan Yan's back, Le Xiao's classmate finally escaped the fate of being chased. Holding a gun in one hand, grinning and watching the old man howl in anger, he enjoyed the happiness of being protected with great peace of mind.
Lala, handsome guy Yan really has some brushes. He can easily dodge lightning while carrying her on his back. He is still barely qualified to be a bodyguard.
The young white man was able to escape the electric current, and the old Indian man was so angry that smoke was coming from his head, he was yelling and cursing, and started a crazy pursuit mode.
One was chasing the electric man crazily, and the other was dodging with a child on his back. All he saw was silver light jumping around and figures jumping around.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Handsome guy, Lao Yin Asan is cursing people, he is cursing motherfuckers." Yan couldn't understand Lao Yin Asan's language, but Le Yun did, and the guy spoke in Arabic and
The scolding words used in Hindi are similar to the Chinese scoldings of "fuck your mother" and "trouble with your mother".
"You bastard, you dare to scold my mother, you are dead!" Yan Xing heard the little lolita saying that the old brat was cursing her mother during the jump. Yan Xing was so angry that he jumped away and held the little lolita on his back with his left hand.
, lowered his right hand, took out the hidden weapon, and raised his hand to release the hidden weapon while running.
As Young Master Yan raised his hand, a cold light suddenly appeared, "whoosh" pierced the air, and shot towards the elderly Indian man, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.
That hidden weapon was too fast, as fast as the electric current in the hands of the old Indian. Just when the old Indian threw out an electric arc, the cold light passed by the arc like lightning and shot straight into his eyebrows.
between.
The concealed weapon is a small knife, a European-style foldable tableware knife, made of stainless steel, sold in stores in Namibia.
"Poof", the knife stabbed the elderly Indian between the eyebrows like cutting tofu, and blood spurted out like water.
The moment the elderly Indian Asan was stabbed, the silver bullet in his hand was still "chirping". Because his forehead and heart were hit hard, his head fell back, and his legs tried to push forward due to inertial force. Finally, he ended up with
He fell down in a kneeling position and hit his head heavily on the ground.
He fell down and waved his arms a few times, making a "hehe" sound like a "hehe" smile in his mouth, and there were residual sounds in his throat that sounded like he was not breathing smoothly. However, those sounds were disturbed by the sound he made when he fell to the ground.
The sound he made was covered up. The sand thrown up when he fell fell, and some of it fell into his half-open mouth and face. His eyes were wide open.
When the old Indian leaned back, the silver arc in his hand flickered at first. As the angle of his tilt changed, the silver current became weaker and weaker, and then disappeared without any effect.
His hand moved when he fell to the ground. When the sand hit the ground, there was no movement. The table knife stabbed him between the eyebrows, leaving only the handle outside. The blood squeezed out, leaving lines on his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes.
bloodstains.
Throwing the concealed weapon, Yan Xing dodged an electric arc and moved about two meters before stopping. Seeing the old man falling to the ground, he took out a hand to wipe his sweat: "Finally, he is dead. It's really strange. Who can be like that?"
With such a big face, he can actually invite people with super powers to take action."
"Money can make the world go round, and people with superpowers are no exception. These two guys are Indian Asan practitioners. Indian Asan practitioners are very poor. It is probably because they are afraid of poverty, so they are blinded by money. Someone please help.
You just came here to die as a thug." Yan handsome guy killed the old guy, Le Yun grinned, stretched out her paw and patted the handsome guy on the shoulder: "Handsome guy, your way of throwing concealed weapons is so cool."
After being praised for the first time, Yan Xing couldn't help but be happy: "Now you should believe that I won't hold you back."
"If you want to be a personal bodyguard, you need to keep working hard." Le Yun laughed noncommittally, pressed the handsome guy's shoulder hard, jumped up, easily broke away from his hand, and flew to the ground.
The weight on his back disappeared, and Yan Xing's heart felt empty. He suddenly felt lost. Carrying the little Lolita on his back, he couldn't help but feel his heart pounding and his heart racing. He was afraid that she would find something and be frightened. However, he was willing to be in pain and happy at the same time.
