Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

218 Red Black Blade

I was so close to the wrestler-style female bartender. My strong arm pulled me off the chair, as if my body was not as heavy as a toothpick in her hands. Collection ~

Her breath hit my face, making me so nervous that I could hear the drumming of my heart. I could even clearly see the wizard mask on her face reflected in her eyes. I didn't say anything. I just grabbed her wrist that reached out to her chest and pretended to be frightened.

The bartender put her nose up, sniffed it for a few times, and there was a suspicious look in her eyes, but hesitated a bit. The guests next to him came back and said a few words. The collar pushed me back to the chair.

It seems to be hiding, I took a deep breath like a rookie. Someone shouted a few words in the back and was immediately refuted loudly by the female bartender. She patted the table hard and was shocked by the dishes and the huge beer glass. There was a laughter in the shop, as if nothing had happened.

A figure sat down next to me, a male elite wizard, with no white hair behind his head, not covered by a mask. It was not dyed, but gray, suggesting life failure. Certain age. His body is stronger than most wizards, his skin is rough, and his muscles are like rocks, even if he sits, he is one head taller than me.

He and the bartender seemed to be acquaintances. After a few witty conversations, he turned his attention to me. His eyes were very aggressive. If it made my skin feel like touching, I kept silent, put on the hood, and hid myself in a tight dark.

He seemed to say something, and I didn't understand the literary novel network, although I guessed he wanted to talk to me. The female bartender filled my glass again with beer. I did n’t quite understand that I did n’t ask for any more wine. But it doesn't matter, the gray stones used for trading are enough to pay for alcohol.

I don't want to stay any longer. Unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar language, unfamiliar conflicts make me feel like a duckweed. The man next to me saw me ignore it, smiled, and once again focused on the female bartender. I drank all the beer in one breath, burped, and tossed two gray stones on the table according to the standard of the previous guests.

The bartender grabbed the stone, squeezed it in her hand, and looked at me again, then turned and threw the stone into the drawer.

I got up and walked out, the surface seems to be quite smooth, but I always have a feeling that this is endless. When I pushed open the wooden door of the bar and passed by the guests who came in, the mask on my face turned into fog from the cuffs, ran into the corner and turned into a crow, and flew to the roof to monitor the movement behind me.

After a while, I saw that the gray-haired wizard also left the bar, turned his head to look around, and walked in my direction. I stepped up, squeezed into a crowded place, and then turned around at will. There was a new message from Quark. The man didn't fall down at all. It was finally possible to make sure that the guy was indeed rushing to me.

I don't think he followed me to chat. My dress is just a normal wizard, and he is an elite among the wizards, but he is also sneaky in the tail, clearly unintentional. I do n’t know exactly what happened. There should n’t be any difference in dress, but the bartender seemed to notice something different from me in the black robe. The man said something to me, maybe a spying My silence and mask cannot dispel their doubts.

But it does n’t matter. I also have many questions. The answer can only be obtained from these elite wizards.

I walked along this alleyway that only allowed one person to enter and exit. This is not the main street. The houses on both sides seem to collapse at any time, giving a strong sense of squeeze. Because of the uneven location of the building, the road is not straight to the lower one. Some paths are clearly a gap that can only be accessed sideways, and sometimes there are two or three gaps in the front that can barely pass.

Among the extremely narrow alleys, surrounded by rough rough stone walls, vocals seemed to come from far away, and when this piece of air was diluted by the gray mist. You can hear your breathing and heartbeat, and feel that your foothold is constantly being squeezed by a mysterious force. At some point in the future, you will lose the space to turn around and be completely enclosed in a stone. In the coffin.

Raising his head, the figure of the crow flashed through the gray fog of the sky and fell into the mist again like a ghost. By making the magical sense no longer see the trailing wizard, one can't help thinking, did the man give up this hide-and-seek tracking? I calmed down and walked forward in silence.

Under the guidance of the quark, the narrow corridor became gradually wider again, probably because of the sparse housing. Occasionally, you can see a semi-abandoned, or construction site that is still under construction, like a corpse that has been ripped, revealing a mess of internal organs. Two or three black robe wizards hurriedly walked past the former ruins, and if they followed them, they would probably be able to return to the main street again.

However, my footsteps had to stop in front of the construction site. Quark hovered in the sky ahead, flew back, and landed on my shoulder. Coming out of the fog directly in front of him, and from another lane beside the construction site, two figures came out, blocking all roads except the rear.

The visitor was the bartender at the bar and the white-haired wizard. I don't know what method they used to lock my position. There is no exact direction when walking in the lane, but it is even more unrealistic if it is accidental. However, I am also tired of drilling like a mouse.

Since it can be traced to here, it should be a good candidate. I said to myself, or to Jiang in my body.

It has been a long time since I felt the appearance of Ranwen Fiction Net. The blood flow is like a torrential river hidden in the body. It is swift and fierce. The left eye strongly agitated, and there seemed to be countless starlights and light mosquitoes flying in front of the eye mask, and then condensed into a mass. This eyeball becomes full of vitality and has its own will.

I used to think it would not wake up in this temporary data hedge space. Here, the power of Mageweave was suppressed. Even when Fujiang's parasitic body collapsed, she did not appear in Ranwen Fiction Net. However, at this moment, "Jiang" was waking up.

Sounds like auditory hallucinations, like wind blowing in my ears:

——The woman ...

I touched my left eye and felt the martial arts. The Holy King made the sacred king to kill the God Seal of the Throne at night. The Zhou Clan martial Qiankun will kill the God Immortal throne in the night to seek the demon Ao Nine Heavy Heavens strongest abandoned Shao Da Zhou Clan God will kill the God Immortal throne in the night begging the Ao Nine Heavy Heavens strongest abandon Shao Da Zhou , She is here.

I took my steps and formed a triangle with the two people walking in front of me. The heavy rain kept falling, and the men and women only wore casual clothes and didn't care about being penetrated by the rain. The rain slipped along the exposed muscle texture of the two, as if applying a layer of olive oil to the strong body.

The masks of the two are completely different from the black robe wizard. There is no decoration that highlights the five senses such as the eagle hook nose of the literary novel net. It is like a piece of extremely elastic fabric under the head mask, which is close to the skin, only on the ears, nose, Mouths and eyes have vent holes. However, there are some very personal patterns.

The slightly older man is a hood with a red background. There is a spider web pattern on the left half of the face, centered on the cheek, and spread to the forehead and chin. It is strange and unspeakable. The female bartender is a black hood. A red heart pattern wraps the right eye. A sharp arrow goes through the red heart. The arrow goes all the way to the forehead. It looks like the bandage of the red heart blindfold and the blindfold. It feels like Clowns.

"Like a demon ..." I whispered to myself, quark kicked my shoulder, and flew towards the sky with a "wow".

The female bartender seemed to be attracted by the crow, her gaze kept chasing her. The old man shouted, not knowing whether he was talking to the female bartender or he was talking to me. I put the hood down and let the rain wet my hair, digging down my left eye in front of him.

The old man opened his mouth slightly and seemed to be surprised by my movements. I felt the burning blood flowing out of my eyes, and the pain was flowing in the nerve like an electric current. When the female bartender saw this brutal face, her movements suddenly stopped.

"Who are you?" The old man finally said what I could understand, his tone, eyes and posture were full of pretentiousness.

"Who are you?" I asked rhetorically.

"Aren't you a resident of the street? Come in from outside?" The bartender held her arms and stared at me. "You don't have the smell of the locals in Ranwen.com."

The old man could not help but squeeze a bitter face from her.

"Sha, don't overturn a boatman with a rod, I take a bath every day."

"My nose is smart, staying in this street all day, just like the silt in the sewers." The bartender spit **** the ground. "I haven't wanted to stay in this place for a long time. No matter where you came from, little mouse, if you are handed over, maybe I can go outside and perform the task. "

"Is that true? He seems to be a minor child." The old man scratched his head and said, "Sha, what you did is not so easy to write off."

"I never feel wrong with Ranwen.com. This guy is very strong." The bartender Cong Qiang said forcefully: "And, a little strange feeling ... Be careful, old guy, this time I might be overturned in the gutter. . It does n’t matter if you want to run away. "

Blood water continuously poured out of the eyes, diluted in the standing water at the feet, and gradually became deeper. When the two talked like a cross talk, they slowly spread out, forming a **** pond.

"Hello, are you dumb? Although I don't know what you are doing, it's better to stop bleeding, I don't want to go back with a dry body ..." The bartender's words suddenly stopped, her eyes fell on On the ground.

"No, something's wrong, something's wrong, Sha" the old man cried, "This guy is not normal"

When the two noticed that they were hidden in this natural diffusion phenomenon, those abnormal places, the edge of the **** water was less than ten meters away from them, and the unevenly distributed scene became dazzling. This blood is alive, it will not spread behind me, nor will it spread to the surroundings without purpose.

"This is ... what?" Said the old man in surprise: "There is so much blood, does the body have so much blood?"

"My name is Crow." I said lowly. I felt the corners of my mouth catch up. I haven't been so happy for a long time.

I threw my eyeballs in the blood under my feet, and in the blink of an eye, the water covered in blood rolled up like boiling, and bubbles continued to emerge one after another.

"Don't rub your hands anymore" The old man spit out the gray mist, and his index finger was like a baton, turning in the gray mist, forming a dense large net suspended in the air ten centimeters above the ground. As soon as he jumped up, the gurgling water ran through his feet.

The female bartender did n’t seem to have the ability to stand in the air like an old man, and hurried away. However, the speed of blood flow was gradually accelerating. When the old man jumped on the suspended spider web, she had already ran into the construction site and picked it up from the ground. Pick up a long bamboo pole. She spit gray mist out of her mouth, condensed the end of the pole into a cone, and then sprinted a few steps against the flowing blood, drove the gray cone of the long pole toward the ground, like a tofu. Going down, came a less standard pole vault.

When the female bartender jumped into the air, the old man jumped up with a spider bed like a spring bed, but his goal did not seem to me. According to his arc, it should fall behind me. At the same time, the blood was like a predator, followed by the two waves.

The old man took off very quickly, the **** waves fell against his feet, and the bartender was not as lucky as the writer. Her body seemed to be heavier than the man. The bent bamboo pole had just stood up halfway. The **** wave had already rushed to her back, and it was about to be swallowed by blood. A gray spider silk flew from above and stuck Her body tugged upwards, evading the blood-swapping at the occasion of a thousand shots.

I saw it clearly on the spot. The spider silk was shot by the old man. As shown in the mask pattern, he is simply a living American hero Spider-Man. The spider silk broke in the air, the old man flew towards my back, and the female bartender fell towards the top of my head. She spit out gray mist in mid-air, wrapped around two fists, and rotated like a drill sharply. The rain fell on the drill and immediately showed a spiral trajectory, throwing it out, which was extremely amazing.

"Eat my cupola, stinky ghost" she laughed proudly. The blood squirted from below, and a large piece was immediately torn by the drill bit, as if nothing could stop her from progressing.

I was about to dodge, and there was a wind behind me—the old man used a spider web to climb on the wall, as if it were glued to the top, and raised his hand to shoot me a silk. I made a roll forward, and the spider silk passed behind my head. The head of this spider silk formed a big fist. There seemed to be some organs, but when further changes occurred, the old man was surprised. voice.

"Sha"

The black blade fell like lightning from the air, and in the laughter of the bartender, she pierced her chest from the back, accurately cutting the spider silk.

Quark has been preparing for a long time.

The chopped spider's silk scattered into the air in the middle of the sky, and a string of blood spewed out from the female bartender's chest. If she fell straight down, she would definitely be stuck on the ground, and the other end would become a sharp black blade. Pierce once. The female bartender tried to keep her balance, spitting blood foam and yelling, smashing the drill bit of both hands towards the black blade. Although I don't think that the black blade turned by quark will fail in the confrontation, but according to her falling position, once it is pierced, it will be fatal.

This body is needed by Jiang, but he cannot die here.

The moment the black blade collided with the drill bit turned into a gray fog. The blood spewed up again, and when it touched the body of the bartender, the new spider silk also flew over, tangling her right foot and pulling away. The blood turned into tentacles tightly wrapped around the waist of the female bartender, compared with the older man.

The gray mist fell into my hands and became a long-ridged sword. With my sword in my hands, I rushed towards the female bartender and cut her head when she tried to destroy the blood and tentacles with a drill, forcing her Had to ask for self-protection first. The black sword and the drill collided again, making a whine, and the rotating force almost lifted the black sword from my hand.

I clenched the black sword, stepped on the blood, and retreated in the direction of the force, trying to maintain the balance of the body. Something hit the corner of my eye, I cut it off, it turned out to be spider silk. When I was about to attack again, the bartender screamed.

"What the **** is this?" Her voice changed slightly.

I looked up and saw that the **** tentacles not only caught her waist ~ www.readwn.com ~ but also branched into many branches and drilled into her vest, trousers and wounds, even when she opened her mouth, squeezed into her Mouth. The facial features behind the mask twisted, unable to tell whether it was joy or pain.

This time, the old man's spider silk no longer cares to hold me down, and keeps tying the female bartender's feet. When I rushed up, dense and small spider silk was ejected from the thick spider silk again. I dared not touch it. While dodge and slashed, there was no chopped spider silk passing by. There was a noisy corrosive sound on the ground, and the **** concentration seemed to fade a moment.

The blood that had diffused before made a louder sound, shrinking back continuously, becoming more viscous and powerful, and pulling the body of the female bartender once pulled back again. The thin spider silk that had splintered had to be entangled, and at the moment the offensive weakened, I threw the black sword forward. When the spider silk re-condensed, the black blade cut it off accurately.

At this moment, the body of the female bartender was completely stuffed into a thick mass of blood, and the bit collapsed just before her hands were engulfed by blood.

A huge blood cocoon appeared between me and the old man.

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