Chapter 842 : Garlic?

Soon, the girls ran into the villa one after another. Hong ling turned to Wang Yuan and li hong and said, "You go and close all the windows upstairs and find two weapons that can protect yourself!"

"Okay, we're going!" Wang Yuan and Li Hong looked at each other, then hurried up to the second floor.

Diaomeier curled his lips and said, "Fang Ping, I'll see you soon!"

"Leave it to me!" Fang Ping also had a bruise on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and glared at Moye, then went upstairs angrily.

The division of labor among the women was clear, and they found what they could do. Only Jia Yingying stood there in a daze, "Well, what should I do?"

She was the slowest of all the girls. She might be good at selling, but when she went to fight monsters, she felt her teeth tremble just thinking about it!

"Yingying, just follow me!" Hong ling then put a silver knife into Jia Yingying's hand, "If the fight really starts later, if I don't care about you, you can stab them in the heart with this!"

Jia Yingying's face was pale and he bit his lower lip tightly. It took a long time before he nodded, "I, I won't drag you down!"

"Good job!" Hong ling patted Jia Yingying on the shoulder and said, "Help me close all the curtains on the first floor!"

"Okay, I'll go now!"

With that, Jia Yingying ran to the french window alone and was about to reach out and grab the curtains.

"Knock!" A ferocious face was pressed against the glass of the french window, and his scarlet eyes were fixed on Jia Yingying, his hands pounding on the french window as if he wanted to break through it!

"Wow!" Before Jia Yingying could recover, Hong ling pulled the curtains and blocked the french windows, "Don't worry, the villa is full of thick bulletproof glass. Even if the pistols can't penetrate, it's not easy for them to get in!"

Jia Yingying froze in place, her eyes red. It wasn't that she didn't want to move, but that her legs were too weak to move!

She was just an ordinary girl. When did she meet such a thing?

"Yingying, are you okay?" Hong ling raised his hand and shook it in front of Jia Yingying, "Are you okay?"

"Sister hong, I, I'm fine!" Jia Yingying's face was pale and he forced a smile and said, "Go and get busy. Don't worry about me!"

Hong ling was a little worried about the upstairs. After making sure that the bloodlings couldn't get in for a while, he said to Jia Yingying, "I'll go upstairs and take a look. I'll be down soon!"

"Yes!" Jia Yingying nodded obediently.

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot came from the second floor, and Hong ling rushed to the second floor.

Fang Ping was holding a silver sniper rifle in his hand, and almost every time he fired, a figure was shot out.

"Beautiful!" Diaomeier said excitedly, "In this way, we can clean them up before they come in. Then we will be..."

Fang Ping's eyes were becoming more and more serious. She saw with her own eyes the man who had been shot away by her sniper rifle, then climbed up from the ground and staggered towards the villa!

"I'm afraid it's not that simple!"

...

Qin Kun was already at war with the blond man. They were so fast that even Situ Mo couldn't keep up with them!

"Get out of here!" Wang Haoran shouted angrily and punched a blood slave who was close to him several meters away!

But soon the blood slave got up again and threw himself at him.

"Senior, they can't be killed! This is not the way to go on!" Situ Mo was in a daze, and the magic weapon started instantly. If these things continued to entangle him, he could only kill him in pain!

"No killing!" Wang Haoran hugged the two blood slaves who rushed over and slammed their heads together, "They just lost their self-awareness and did not really die. Master said that as long as they killed the bloodlings who controlled them, they would come to their senses!"

Situ mo frowned and reluctantly put away his magic weapon and joined the melee again.

At this time, Qin Kun and the blond man had already met for hundreds of rounds. This was the first time that Qin Kun had met a strong opponent. If the opponent's cultivation was divided according to the physical training environment, he would have reached the level of eight physical training levels at least!

It also had wings and was extremely fast. Even Qin Kun had no idea how to deal with him for a while!

"What a rich blood!" The blond man hovered in midair, flapping his wings and saying, "If I could suck your blood, I would definitely reach that level! By then, the entire bloodline will belong to prince Yibeila!"

"Bah!" Qin Kun had a mocking look on his face and raised his middle finger high.

A big mouse that can fly wants to suck his blood dry?

"Hehe, it will be your honor to succeed me!" Prince Yibeila flapped his wings and said, "Give me your blood. I can give you a position below and above everyone else and make you a noble bloodling!"

"Fart your dog! My master will not become a bloodling!" Wang Haoran shouted angrily and threw a dead blood slave into the air!

Yibeila frowned and raised his hand to beat the blood slave into a Blood mist. His face darkened as he looked at Wang Haoran, "What are you? How dare you be so disrespectful to my prince!"

"I'm your grandfather!" Wang Haoran's voice fell and he stomped to the ground, charging into the air like a cannonball.

Although Yibeila did not know Wang Haoran's cultivation, his senses told him that the big man in front of him was not as good as himself.

Seeing Wang Haoran charging in, he raised his hand, as if trying to block the punch.

Idiot!

Wang Haoran laughed coldly in his heart, and his fist went straight to Yibeila's face with a hollow sound.

But the next second, a sneer from the corner of Wang Haoran's mouth stiffened, and the huge fist was firmly held in Yibeila's hand.

"How is that possible!"

"Not bad!" Yibeila's eyes became redder and redder, "Since you offered to come, let's start with you!"

Wang Haoran looked at the big mouth biting towards his neck, and immediately closed his eyes in fear and shouted for help, "Master, help me, this old thing has bad breath! It's killing me!"

Yibeila's face stiffened when he heard Wang Haoran yelling. Did he have bad breath? When did he have bad breath?!

However, he was not worried that qin kun would catch up with him. He had already sensed that Qin Kun's strength and speed were above his own. The reason why he was able to deal with him for so long and remain undefeated was because he was in the air!

This is the absolute advantage!

Situ Mo stared into the air and said anxiously, "Master, brother..."

"It's okay, your senior brother isn't that stupid!"

"Hmm?"

Sure enough, just as Qin Kun's voice fell, Wang Haoran had already taken out a handful of garlic from his pocket and stuffed it into Yibeila's mouth.