Wang Wang's face-slapping routine

Chapter 372 Why is it so useless

The bullets of vampire hunters are all specially made, which are extremely lethal to vampires.

But when it fell on Fei Yingxian's body, blood had already flowed out, but her expression didn't change at all.

It seems that those few shots, like the ice pick that Jiulan Chuyan stabbed into her back just now, have no lethality.

Withdrawing her hand, she looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, quickly tore off the ribbon on the kimono and waved it away, showing an attacking posture: "This level can't kill me."

"I'm going to end you now, end everything!" Zhui Shengling gritted his teeth.

The anger surging in his heart, coupled with being stimulated by the large red blood stain on Jiulan Chuyan's chest, he couldn't hold back anymore, he threw off the hand of the black lord Youji holding his arm, and shot again.

It's a pity that this time, every shot was blocked by Fei Yingxian with a ribbon.

The offensive stopped, and Fei Yingxian looked at his eyes full of anger and hatred: "That look..."

"That's it." There was satisfaction and a smile in his tone, "In fact, deep down in your heart, you are looking forward to dying with me."

These words hit Cone Shengling's mind.

During those two seconds of being stunned, a samurai sword was thrown from the door and stabbed fiercely into Ai Shengling's arm.

"Master Xian, when do you plan to stop playing?" the silver-haired boy wearing a mask asked calmly, "If you are easily killed, I will be very embarrassed."

Fei Ying glanced at him leisurely, then paced towards the door: "You have too many things to do, and I still have things to do before it's time for you to appear on stage."

When passing by the young man, she stopped for a moment: "Don't worry, I don't plan to die here yet."

After speaking, move on.

Seeing the white figure disappearing at the door, Zhui Sheng took down the samurai sword without changing his face, and quickly caught up despite the obstruction of the black master You Ji.

But before he went out, the silver-haired boy stopped him with his hand: "Are you planning to abandon me again?"

Zhui Shengling looked at the boy, and clenched his hands tightly: "The one who abandoned me must be you!"

The black lord You Ji didn't care about them, and hurriedly came to Jiulan Chuyan, hugging her anxiously: "Senior Jiulan, are you okay?"

So much blood... what to do...

Jiulan Chuyan seemed to be dying, almost relying on the last bit of rationality to tenaciously stay awake.

In the blurred vision, Fei Yingxian was no longer there.

Letting go of his mind a little bit, a strong sense of exhaustion surged up.

Thinking of Keigo Atobe, it was extremely difficult to grab the hand of the black lord Yuki, and he whispered short of breath: "Help...help me...save...save...Xiaojing..."

As soon as the words fell, the whole person fell into a coma.

"Jiulan-senpai! Jiulan-senpai!" The black lord You Ji was at a loss, and looked up to seek help from Zhui Shengling, but found that he was fighting with the boy named Yili.

"zero…"

At this moment, a slender figure rushed in.

Seeing the girl lying on the sofa covered in blood, his eyes turned red almost instantly.

Endless panic and rage quickly swept through.

"Yanyan!" Atobe Keigo's rationality was slowly collapsing, he snatched Jiulan Chuyan from the arms of the black lord Yuki, and hugged her tremblingly, "Yanyan..."

He heard everything just now clearly from the next door.

Because Fei Yingxian didn't know what he had done to him, he could only lie motionless on the bed, unable to break free at all.

For the first time, Keigo Atobe hated himself so much for being so useless.

(End of this chapter)