Doomsday Sanctuary

"so much?"

Han Ming was obviously shocked, his eyes were a bit dull, and he felt that his mind hadn't turned around.

He had gone through the evolutionary process. He really didn't want to experience the pain of being worse than death. It was a thousand times worse than any previous injury.

But these people are all, even the two charming women are also evolutionaries, which made him horrified.

But Han Ming is Han Ming. Many years of assassin's career has made him extremely strong and calmed down quickly, and he caught an important message.

"City Lord?"

Han Ming calmed down, with some puzzled eyes circling Di Ping and Yue Lie.

"Yes, our sanctuary city has a population of more than 3,000. There are more than 500 combatants, and more than 10 evolvers. How about? Join our unyielding talents?"

Yue Lie looked at Han Ming with a playful smile and said.

Han Ming was shocked again, isn't he on Earth anymore? Why did the city lord make it out?

He felt that the horror of today's day exceeded his total of the past twenty years. He had experienced something that ordinary people could not experience, but it was still difficult to maintain peace.

Yue Lie looked at Han Ming, who was struggling and his eyes throbbed. He finally felt more comfortable in his heart. He just pretended to be deep with Han Ming, a young man who seemed to be upset that nothing could cause him to fluctuate.

Is Han Ming's performance now considered normal?

Yue Lie was very satisfied with the accident he had created. Only then would he sit in his seat full of heart and watch Han Ming's face change.

"City Lord!"

After all, Han Ming's heart was big enough, and his energy slowed down for a while, and stood up again with his fists, respectfully saluting Di Pingping.

"Don't listen to this kid fooling around, just call Di Ge!"

Di Ping smiled and waved his hand to stop Han Ming from saluting and motioned him to sit down.

Sitting down again, Han Ming's attitude was obviously a little more cautious. Whether it was the powerful strength of the person in front of him or the powerful forces behind him, he should look up.

The people in the dark world where Han Ming walks are most aware of the importance of power. In the underground world, he can only be regarded as a solo person, and he is also the lowest level person. It is nice to say that a killer is good, but to put it bluntly cannon fodder is a thug.

When faced with some big forces, they didn't dare to fight against them. Some big underground forces had sufficient manpower and capital, and it took minutes to kill themselves.

In their killer industry, the top people in their killer industry are just horses raised by others, let alone oneself?

He was trained by a master since he was a child, and the master is a killer. He couldn't resist entering this profession. Once he entered the profession, he would live a dark life, living in a dark world all day long without seeing any light.

He has been tired of five years, otherwise he would not go to such a small town, eat and wait to die, only live like a person, not a ghost.

The smiling young man in front of him is already the leader of a party, and he has a powerful strength that makes him feel palpitation.

With his killer's keen sense, he could feel the strong evil spirit lingering around Di Ping's body, making him feel heart palpitations.

He knew that this was accumulated after countless blood was stained on his hands.

Moreover, none of the people in this room are below their own strength, and the fluctuation of vitality in each person is much stronger than their own.

The only little bit of pride in my heart was shattered in an instant, this last days has changed, and there are too many strong people.

His strength is not enough at all, and it is not embarrassing to belong to the strong.