Chapter 715

At the top of a huge mountain range, I don't know who unloaded the top of the originally rugged peak and turned it into a broad and flat platform. The sky is still clear, but there is no bright sunshine and blue and white sky. Instead, it is the most common light red blood mist in the end of the world, shrouded in the sky, giving people a sense of depression.

On the edge of the cliff on the platform of this huge peak, a well-dressed man stands on the edge of the edge, upright and upright, revealing a sense of dignity, like an inborn king.

He faced the broad view of the mountains, and his age and appearance could not be seen from his back. Only his short blue to purple hair was conspicuous.

In the distance of the huge platform behind him was the best helicopter in the last century Yuan Dynasty. People were sitting in the cabin, their eyes were tense, and the propeller was still sliding slowly. Obviously, it had just stopped.

Three meters behind the blue haired man, ye Zibo's figure was crawling on the ground, his knees were already on the ground, his forehead was deeply touched on the ground, his whole body was shaking, and his cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

Bo seems to be standing in front of the mountain, no matter how much the scenery is shaking, there is nothing more than a frightened man standing in the distance.

In this depressing and maddening atmosphere, the helicopter propeller in the distance has stopped completely and no longer rotates, and the wind and cloud seem to float for several rounds.

The blue haired man with his back to Ye Zibo began to speak slowly. His voice was unexpectedly young, without any emotional color. However, he could hear from the bottom of his heart. He was afraid: "I asked you to kill Chu Han, but now he appears on the fourth rank battle effectiveness list. Can you give me an appropriate explanation?"

"Spare your life, young master!" Ye Zibo Kuang banged his forehead to the ground, grinding out a very deep bloodstain. His pupils were constantly shrinking. It can be seen that the panic mood has reached the extreme.

A faint smile came from the man in front of him. He didn't turn around, but when ye Zibo's sense of fear reached its peak, his voice sounded blandly: "Chu Han's assassination continues. Increase the strength. I can provide you with twice more funds. This is the last chance for you."

As soon as the words came out, ye Zibo was so surprised that he kowtowed again like Kuang Kuang in the face of amnesty: "thank you! Thank you

"The second thing." After a pause, the blue haired man said again: "since the GAOs have already shown their faces in the Shangjing survivors' base, Gao Manqiu's reputation will no longer be afraid of her hands and feet. It is best known that she is a concubine."

Ye Zibo was subconsciously surprised. After his lips trembled for a moment, he asked with a little hesitation: "young master, will there really be no accident so bad for their Gao family's reputation?"

Whoa -

the breeze blowing the blue haired man suddenly stopped. The clouds floating above the sky were strangely stagnant. There were occasionally shaking weeds and leaves. The whole world seemed to have entered another dimension. Everything centered on the blue haired man stopped. There was absolute silence in the ear. Only the leaves that suddenly scared the heart stopped Zibo is breathing heavily and flustered.

In such a huge depression, the blue haired man, who has never turned back, suddenly turns around and presents an extremely young face with a certain extreme posture. It is worth mentioning that his pupils are also like the weird short blue hair, and the blue is like two bright sapphire.

There was no emotion on the young man's face, even the look in his eyes did not change. He looked at Ye Zibo, who was kneeling on the ground, as if he were looking at a dead object. If he could not cause any emotion, he could discard it and kill it at will.

At the moment when the young man turned around, ye Zibo was extremely frightened. He was sweating all over his body. His face was as white as paper, and his heart seemed to be pinched by someone.

"Stupid human being, you are not qualified to ask questions and question me." The blue haired man uttered this sentence in a calm, disgusting voice, followed by -

brush!

I don't know where a hurricane came from, condensed into a blade, and suddenly cut off a hand of Ye Zibo without warning!

Poof!

A spatter of blood splashed on the ground, separated from the wrist with a slap of a severed hand, and fell on the ground, instantly becoming extremely cold.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Ye Zibo made a strange voice from his throat, full of deep fear and despair.

He didn't dare to shout too loud, or even dare to make any revolt. He looked at his left hand, which disappeared in a moment. The smooth cut of his wrist was still gushing out. The blood was like a column of water, which was dyed red all over the ground in a short time.

"Go away." Looking at the blood stains all over the ground, the blue haired man's face is still flat, as if he had just cut off one's hand, but only removed an ant's hand.

"Yes! Thank you Ye Zibo quickly climbed up and picked up his broken hand, which had been drained of blood on the ground, and bowed as he retreated.

Zhao Weihao, who stayed in the helicopter in the distance, looked terrified. He saw the whole process. However, he could not hear what ye Zibo was saying to the mysterious man because he was far away. It was just the moment that ye Zibo's left hand was suddenly cut off, which made Zhao Weihao feel shocked. He was sure that he did not see the blue haired man's hand or any blade.How did ye Zibo's hand break?

"Come on At this time, ye Zibo has been sweating and climbing on the helicopter, full of a strong smell of blood: "go, first leave here, and then bandage me!"

Wow -

the two pilots, who had been scared out of their wits for a long time, quickly started the helicopter and got away from here with the fastest speed. Everything here is so weird and frightening!

Just after the luxury helicopter flew away, the blue haired man's eyes flashed with cold blue light. He stepped down the mountain step by step with his feet. Every step seemed to be just a small step, but within seconds, his figure appeared on the downhill road outside the platform.

If this scene was seen, he would be scared to death. At the same time, he took a pair of dusty black boots with him every step, which showed the whole picture in the alternate steps.

It's a pair of black boots that are so exquisite that it seems to concentrate all the art in the world. It's of fine texture. Even in the dust all over the ground, there is no trace of dust.

On the outside of this pair of black boots, there is a character printed on it dating back to 5000 years ago. People who don't understand it regard it as a pattern, but those who understand it can see at a glance that it is an ancient Chinese character: white.

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