Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 360 The Wisdom of Mortals

If Zhen Cheng didn't say anything, the presidents of course would not have thought of anything other than the assassination.And an overly optimistic spirit sometimes gives people the illusion that things are difficult and unreliable.

Zhen Cheng was not in a hurry to defend, but watched the maid who had just been sent to look for someone return to Gaisha, and whispered a few words.

The gazes of Falme and Old Walker also followed Zhen Cheng.Ms. Gaisha tensed up all over, and sighed very stiffly: "Sorry, she's not in the wooden castle...she might have run away."

"Since you can't find it, then I don't know how many presidents have the taste to appreciate poetry?" Zhen Cheng's words made several people in the hall look confused.

As a result, she really started pacing, pointing at the sky with one hand, and began to read without thinking:
"The shallow dragon's corner is a jiao, hiding in the sky."

Hearing Zhen Cheng's sudden change of tone, the presidents began to figure out the meaning of these words.Does this mean that the young lady herself is not successful in the family?Or is it that the presidents of them are restricted to the downtown area?

Or... Literally, is there someone hiding on the roof?Does this mean that he has nowhere to escape?
Even Sister A behind Zhen Cheng was stunned for a moment, there was nothing like this in the script.

But she is not a deep-minded person who likes to speculate.Since my younger sister didn't expressly change the plan, it's all just accidental poetry, and she just carried out according to the plan.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhen Cheng fired three times at the tall and dark beams as soon as Zhen Cheng finished speaking.

A stream of blood fell with a muffled grunt, staining the dishes on the long table purple, black and bright red.

The exact location of the Tibetans is of course not what Zhen Cheng was referring to.In Zhen Cheng's plan, she just mentioned the name to surprise Ms. Gaisha.

This name is enough for the experienced sister A to determine the location of the hiding person.

The person on the beam is Alan from the pomegranate shop in the southern district.

"No matter how much you want to shrink yourself into the prison, you can't escape." Zhen Cheng didn't care about the astonishment on the faces of the presidents, nor the sudden battle that broke out around him, and continued to read on his own
There was a loud bang, and a hole was blasted on the side of the ridge of the wooden castle hall with the flames, and a fleeting figure could be seen faintly.

The wooden castle hall is located between many towers, with a tile roof of beam and column structure, and contains sleepers to reinforce it as a fortification.The fire candles are all under the beams, and there are reflective dust covers to use the light more efficiently, which makes the place on the beams literally black under the lights.

The roof was broken, and the outside was dark clouds that never saw the sun. The lighting was not as good as the candles under the beams, and there was no light projected in.But the dark wind that whipped up the lights and flickered declared the significance of the explosion.

Sister A did not pursue, but turned her gun and fired repeatedly at the floor in a corner of the hall.

The gunpowder smoke cleared, and the thick wooden boards had been blasted to pieces.Who would have thought that the bottom of the floor is not the foundation, but a narrow mezzanine that is difficult for ordinary people to squeeze into.

In the interlayer was a skinny old man, shrunken like a child, with a frightened face, but his chest had been blasted to pieces by the magic ammunition of the firecracker.

"Don't be fuzzy, you have thick thoughts, but little affection." Zhen Cheng raised his glass and drank freely, taking each word step by step, step by step, gradually increasing the speed of words, and his poetic quality became more and more high-spirited.

In the front, Arrogance turned the gun again, jumped onto the long table and fired at the feast full of delicacies.

In an instant, the surface in the middle of the long table was riddled with holes.

The attendants of the three nearby presidents have already protected their masters behind them.Even so, I couldn't help but tremble all over.And the three presidents themselves were all dumbstruck.

Normally, the brains that ruled millions of people with cunning calculations were all stunned to death by the sudden shadow of swords and gunpowder smoke that was so close at hand, and they couldn't understand what was happening at all.

But this is not the end.

When the gunfire ceased, the table top suddenly exploded at the place where the most bullet holes were concentrated, and a young man dressed as a child worker jumped out of it, with blue light lingering around his body, and hexagonal patterns were projected in the dim light.

Under the hail of bullets, there was no injury.

"It's you?!" Old Walker couldn't help shouting when he saw the young man's face soaked in soot.But the boy didn't have the time to pay attention to him, so he just drew a dagger from his waist and slashed at Sister A Baihui.

Alogens didn't expect that in a place dominated by mortals like the lower city, there would be survivors under heavy bombardment, so she lost the opportunity for a while.

Between lightning and flint, facing the sword that was slashing head-on, he had to use his free left hand to draw out the dagger to block.

To her surprise, the dagger in the young man's hand was only ordinary, and it was made of inferior material by the craftsmen in the lower city.The moment it intersected with the dagger in her hand, it was broken in two like chopsticks being driven by a train.

But with this kung fu, the young man had already passed by the blocking sister A, and the broken sword pointed directly at Zhen Cheng's eyebrows.

Looking at the oncoming murderous intent, Zhen Cheng didn't take half a step back.This is the most dramatic, craziest, most ostentatious show ever.Zhen Cheng completely let himself go and devoted herself to it.

Between her brows, there was an extremely arrogant and wild laugh that usually only appeared on Sister A's face, and she read the last sentence aloud:
"Hahahaha, it's hard to fall into a tiger, it's a prison of the heart!"

The poems were resounding, and the broken sword stopped half an inch in front of the eyebrows, and suddenly stagnated.

The young man felt a palpitation inexplicably, as if he was afraid of some force majeure, he just wanted to surrender and give up.

His body was no longer under his control, and he tried his best to sprain his muscles and forcibly froze his desperate assassination at the last moment.

This kind of solidification is only for a moment.The next moment the boy realized that he could still move freely.But before he could make another move, a red lotus bloomed between his eyebrows.

The bullet pierced through the young man's skull, brushing against Zhen Cheng's ear and lifting a strand of hair.

In the next second, as the young man fell off the table and fell to Zhen Cheng's feet, the angry expression of Arrogance fell into Zhen Cheng's eyes.

Sister A was not worried that her bullet would be deflected in the young man's head and hurt Zhen Cheng who was almost on the same straight line.

Because while parrying the dagger with the dagger, she was already discarding the firecracker in her hand, and instead pulled out a hand cannon that was more powerful and accurate but could only be fired in bursts.

The special ammunition capable of functioning as an anti-equipment twisted the young man's hardest skull into pieces without being hindered at all, with a resistance equal to that of breaking through tofu, and even smashed the light blue momentum-absorbing type Electromagnetic shield.

The division of labor with one mind and two hands is just a routine operation in battle. 【Red Lotus God of Death】Love Logan is always using every joint of her body to fight delicately.

This requires talent, but it is also a skill that can be trained.

If a person who can only fight with one hand meets an opponent who uses the whole body to fight with the same strength and speed experience, the difference will be more than doubled.

Of course, even so, it is impossible for Sister A to fire in the direction of Zhen Cheng under normal circumstances.

In fact, Zhen Cheng's impromptu reciting of poems was not included in the pre-drawn plan, so there was no such thing as the inconceivable stagnation of the young assassin due to the influence of the spirit of speech when he risked his life.

In this way, if the sword stabs directly, Zhen Cheng is very likely to be seriously injured.At the critical moment, Sister A chose to believe in her marksmanship.

　What Zhen Cheng recited was a whole poem, and the four sentences separated by paragraphs were read together.

　　The previous paragraph was always playing tricks behind the scenes, and I always felt that it was not suitable for Miss Thirteen's temper that loves to show off.In the future, Duoduo will end up in person, so that he will be more happy with his enmity www
　　
　
(End of this chapter)