Chapter 1365：

The officer headed back suddenly.

At the same time, he quickly turned around and pointed the pistol at the door.

A row of guns were all aimed at the door in an instant, and the young man who was in despair also raised his head, a look of hope flashed in his eyes.

Under the supervision of mental power, one could clearly see that a certain green-haired girl lying on the ground had moved her fingers a little, and there was no movement again.

Apparently, he was planning to wait and see and continue to lie down.

Otherwise, at this moment, it is time to plan to sign a contract.

...

The three people who have just appeared at the door are all amazing. The term handsome man and beautiful girl is not enough to describe them.

"Britania, District 11, mixed race, or...?"

One of them, a man and a woman, seemed to have detached from the race, and the more they looked, the stranger they became.

On the ground, this green-haired girl, although also amazing.

The appearance may not be bad, but in contrast, she always feels that she is missing something special, which is actually a difference in life level.

"Unfortunately!"

"I could have let you go. The nobles in the country should be interested in you, but unfortunately, I only blame you for being in this slum area."

After returning to his senses, the headed officer showed a hideous look on his face.

In normal times, he doesn't mind enjoying it by himself or contributing to some powerful nobles, nobles, some always have special preferences.

But now, they can only silence their mouths together!

"boom--!"

Without hesitation, he shot at the door.

Of course, subconsciously shooting at the blond boy who has the least sense of existence, another man and a woman, instinctively want them to live a little longer.

That's right, this is a damn, face-seeking world!

...

"thump--!"

The blond boy's eyebrows were pierced instantly, just like the green-haired **** the ground.

On the ground, a pool of blood oozes.

"Next..."

The officer lowered his gun, turned and looked at Lu Lu Xiu again.

That's right, he intends to solve this first!

"and many more--!"

"what is that?"

"Blood, blood..."

"monster!"

"..."

Before he could do anything, a series of horrified sounds came from the soldiers behind him.

"Trash, as the guards, you..."

Before he finished speaking, a touch of terror appeared on his face as well.

This large pool of bloodstains seemed to flow back in time, flowing back to the wounds of the blond boy, and the holes in the eyebrows healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I was given a special treat, shot a headshot!"

"It hurts!"

Qiantang Iori stood up slowly, rubbed his eyebrows, and showed a smile as always.

Some strains of vampires have their heads and hearts critical, and they will not die and are seriously injured, but they do not have this weakness, and their resilience is beyond common sense.

Ordinary technological weapons do not have any enchantments, and there is no damage like gangrene attached to bones, such as curses and other weird additional methods.

Therefore, there is no injury at all. Before being shot by a machine gun, isn't it the same as an okay person?

In this world, he may not be able to push horizontally, or even fall into a trap and be captured alive, but he can never be killed by conventional means.

[This damn, face-seeking world! 】

Before, the expression of this native officer changed, he naturally saw it in his eyes and could guess something, of course, he had no courage to complain.

...

"kill him!"

"Yes, MyLord!"

"Da da da--!"

Gunshots continued in this warehouse.

The three of them didn't move!

The bullets of the two close to Tianchen disappeared without a trace, and there were blood holes in Qiantang Yizhi's body but healed in an instant.

Except for gunshots, dust splashes, and warehouse walls that were beaten through.

The **** scene that was supposed to be the same as the people in District 11 who were slaughtered in the warehouse did not appear in the eyes of a certain young man. The scene was very strange.

"what--!"

"my hand!"

"help me!"

"..."

In the panic sound, the guns, arms, and legs in his hand soon turned grayish white.