Master of the Stars

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Old Els's followers and bodyguards are still there. They were stunned by continuous shocks, but what about the "blood donors"?

All gone!

Wang Yong inevitably thought, could it be that the clouds of smoke that had come out, had already brought these people out?

But it was nine people!

The various bedrooms distributed in the bedroom, not only those on the terrace and the window, but also those near the inside of the room, or even beside Wang Yong?

In fact, Wang Yong can guess the approximate logic inside.

Ronan "loaded them" into the chaotic space-time domain, taking this opportunity to quietly remove those blood donors.

He can even guess that the messy space-time domain that covered them just now should be a "double-layer cloth bag", one layer holds them, and the other layer is used to save people...

This is the idea, but what about the details?

Those devil details that seriously deviate from experience and common sense, just thinking a little deeper, make the scalp swell and rush to the top.

Wang Yong just let the blood rush to take a note, glancing at the cloud of water vapor into the drooping clouds outside, his emotions could not hold back for a moment. While still faintly still grasping the traces of energy information flowing through, a step, over Tu Ge, rushed to the terrace.

At this time, what he did did not belong to the bodyguard's line of thought, but a transcendent kind of offended dignity, the most instinctive reaction.

The body shape is not yet reached, the fierce blood power is like a hammer, the glass fence of the terrace is shattered in one fell swoop, and the debris in the sky is also lasing to the outer clouds.

"Wang Yong!"

Tu Ge rarely called Wang Yong's name, in fact, it was a little late.

When the mechanical waves pushing the air were not fully introduced into Wang Yong’s eardrums, the glass fragments that had previously been blasted out were actually hit again by a certain force, and a considerable part of them could not withstand the giant force of contradictory directions. , Directly converted into powder. But after all, there are still some problems, or the points and angles of the force, which are saved, and hissing and rewinding.

Wang Yong didn't dare to make a hard connection. His body shook a few times in a row, letting these dangerous debris pass, but the speed would inevitably decrease.

But in this stagnation of emptiness, silently, someone actually took a step before him and appeared on the terrace.

Wang Yong rushed forward, but the man stepped on the edge of the terrace with his toes, but stood extremely stable. The two drew closer, and finally almost face to face...

Such a dangerous distance, no one has given life and death to the other's generosity and determination.

The two sides suddenly shot, and between the square inches, all available parts such as fists, palms, fingers, elbows, shoulders, etc., continued to slash against each other like a storm, and at this time, Tu Ge's voice was fully reached, but it was exploded at the scene. The shattering symphony of the open gold and iron shattered and shattered.

"stop!"

Tu Ge's second record exploded with excitement, and he had already used the time and effort to kill. It was rare to be impartial, and the entry point was selected very accurately, giving the two sides a chance to stop.

The golden wind disappeared suddenly, and the blood murmured.

Wang Yong took two steps back and returned to the bedroom area.

As for the man on the terrace, his toes still touch the edges, his back is against the sea, and he is standing firmly.

Cunfa has a neat personality and a delicate and bright face. It is the chief master fan of the close eyes, Ms. Wan Liuhua.

Wang Yong stared at each other, his eyes sharp, but he had calmed down. Because at the same time he also sensed that the **** and fiery breath of the blood demon was not far from here.

On the contrary, it is those spiritual sides, suddenly away.

It's not that I'm afraid of anything. On the contrary, those few obvious explosions of curiosity, which have not been concealed, turned up and down at the spiritual level, chasing the traces left by Luo Nan, and pursued along the way. Most of the time, I want to find out, what is the perfect time-space technique that is almost perfect for actual combat, and seems to be particularly important.

After all, Wang Yong was not on the spiritual side. In fact, because Wan Liuhua laid his hands sideways, his attention fluttered back and forth, he had lost his sense of Luo Nan’s residual gas engine, and he couldn’t help it even if he wanted to track it.

At this time, the door of the suite was pushed open again, and the blood demon slapped in with a slap. The hole in the partition wall of the room just revealed his smug smile.

"Never seen before, aha?"

"If he is here, he can still do this..." Wang Yong's words blurted out, but he had turned a lot of circles in his heart, but soon did not follow up.

Being able to be trapped for a short time, at least to confuse the two extraordinary species, proves that this field has a certain carrying capacity for "high energy targets".

Nine people were taken away in one fell swoop, and all of them were guys with no extraordinary power. As long as there is half of the life there, it can be said that the "survival conditions" of its internal space are acceptable.

If this is the case, it is actually proved that this kind of space-time skills can indeed be applied to actual combat, even if the ontology is here-there is no logical trap like "holding hair from mentioning".

In other words, Ronan, who has mastered this method, has almost become invincible in the same level of low-intensity combat.

As for the fight between life and death, it needs further verification.

Then again, how many times did life-and-death fights between extraordinary species occur after the 1990s?

Wang Yong’s major is bodyguards, and there is no need to think about things that are too deep. But even with just a little idle brainpower to think about, it can be predicted that the wailing from today's consul camp.

Someone really screamed...

"Damn it, who do I mess with?"

The black lion's fat and sturdy body squeezed in from the door and rushed to the back of the blood demon, raising his slap and hitting the former with a "slap" sound:

"Did I mess with you?"

The blood demon was also not annoyed, turned his head to cheer on his teeth and said: "You are going to talk to you over there."

"I'm here, he's gone again."

"You came before he left!"

The blood demon told the facts he saw.

The black lion laughed twice, shyly, stepped into a messy bedroom, looked around for a few times, and said a few times in his mouth:

"Does anyone remember that this is my room?"

"People came to find you too." The blood demon added coldly behind.

"Find me? Such good weather..."

Speaking here, the black lion looked at the still dark clouds outside the window, and his voice changed: "I mean such a special weather, everyone is idle, not to mention the hero of wine cooking, at least it should be on the open deck. , Gather together to drink afternoon tea and enhance your feelings, why bother here?"

The blood demon folded his hands in his hands and nodded: "As long as it doesn't rain, your proposal is not bad."

"Doesn't it rain, isn't that one word?"

"But it's not always a word here?"

"It doesn't take much."

The black lion paced slowly to the head of the bed, lowered his eyebrows, and swept over the old Els’s purple and black face, flicking his wide lips: "Don’t catch a scolding wool …Well, this doesn’t seem to be the point. I mean, it’s all like this, why should you bother with him again?”

Tu Ge heard the words and looked sideways.

The black lion smiled at him, and in this smile, he was second to none.

In the muffled sound, a rotten watermelon bursting out of the bed, red juice and white flesh, splashed.

"It's done! It's cleared up like this."

The room was quiet for a while, and the black lion's voice became louder: "It's above, the poolside bar, casual and seductive, coffee, drinks and refreshments are enough, I please!"

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