Vol 6 Chapter 581: Kill

However, no one can resist, and no one dares to resist. Everyone just felt that the vest was so cool, because no one knew whether one of the two mortal people would be his own.

But this problem was solved quickly in a very strange and simple situation.

Because several of them can actually squeeze with their "partners", no matter how small the hiding place is, they can squeeze in.

"Because we are often crowded together." They said: "And we like two people crowded together. When two people attack together, they are more able to make the enemy unexpected."

So, this problem is solved so easily.

Agan's fists were clenched tightly, his eyes staring at the green-robed old man like fire, his eyes staring at the prey like a fierce wolf.

A Gan knew that under such circumstances, dealing with the old man Wang Zhongping was the most unwise choice, because both of them were extra people.

The only extra person is death.

Therefore, in order to live, A Gan aimed his gaze at the little green robe old man.

Uncle Tie turned a blind eye to Agan's gaze, and the old man in the green robe ignored him. Wang Zhongping warned Agan with a wink, but Agan was determined to ignore it and was ready to proceed directly.

Just when he made up his mind, his people flew out, like a hungry wolf that saw a sheep, flew out greedily and fiercely, using his "claws" to grab the little old man's throat and heart.

His culling movement really looked like a wolf. This is blood, this is the mighty move he explored in the baptism of blood and flesh.

But even though he was a wolf, the green-robed old man was not a sheep, but like a hunter, facing Agan who was approaching, his eyes were like seeing his beloved prey.

The little old man's figure suddenly retreated like a ghost, his footwork and his light skills were unexpectedly rare in Lu Yang's life.

But his angle was pinched to the advantage, making Agan feel that since he wanted to capture the body of the little old man, he was finally a little bit worse.

The little old man's silk scholars rushed out from all directions, their hands gleaming like silver awns, and they were woven into a net in a moment.

A Gan suddenly found that he was tightly netted in the net, the net was tightening, and the little old man in green robe flew over like a ghost again, a silver thorn suddenly appeared in his hand, and suddenly he was out of the net. Pierced Agan's mouth.

Agan was waiting to scream, pierced into his throat, pierced into his mouth, pierced through the back of his neck, the silver thorns turned into silk, and turned back on his head. The back of the head is broken, and the blood is flying. Agan fell.

A Gan was too late to even hiss.

The screen was closed, the little old man in the green robe turned silently, facing Wang Zhongping, the two of them remained unchanged.

"You go," said the little old man in the green robe.

Wang Zhongping sighed softly and said, "It seems that I am really old. I really don't want an old head."

Wang Zhongping straightened his clothes, saluted, salutes to the little old man, salutes to the uncle, and salutes the twenty-nine silk scholars.

But he knew that they would never let him leave easily alive, and now, they watched him leave, perhaps knowing that he would not continue to walk alive.

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auzw.comWang Zhongping only walked for a while before he saw a tall and slender woman.

The woman was wearing a snow-white robe and fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, she hugged Wang Zhongping tightly. Although Wang Zhongping was already a 60 or 70-year-old man, she didn't seem to care.

The expression on her face was as passionate and enthusiastic as an amorous girl who saw her first love.

She appeared so suddenly and so quickly, but disappeared so suddenly and so quickly.

Just a moment later, her hand suddenly loosened, and her person seemed to have been blown away by the evening breeze, and disappeared into the farther and darker night.

After she left, Wang Zhongping still stood there in the original posture. After a long, long time, he did not look back and did not move.

And the little old man in green robe, Uncle Tie and the twenty-nine dead men looked at Wang Zhongping's back in silence.

Lu Yang also looked at Wang Zhongping's back strangely, what happened to him? Still dead?

Then why would he stand there again after he died?

After a while, Wang Zhongping's body actually moved.

But he did not go forward, but turned back and walked towards the little old man in green robe and Uncle Tie.

He walked very slowly, and he walked so strangely, like a puppet being manipulated.

It wasn't until he gradually walked into the range of Kongming Lantern and could see the situation on his face that it shocked everyone.

His face was so strange that every organ and muscle on his face seemed to be distorted.

As he walked closer, including Lu Yang, he saw that his face turned into an orchid-like color.

There are many colors of orchids, but each color carries a kind of sorrowful paleness. Wang Zhongping's face is this color, even his eyes have this color.

Then he fell like an orchid suddenly withered. His face was full of spiteful expressions. A mysterious and weird smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Although both Silk and Silk Road are good at forcing confessions, they can't force him to say a word now.

"Chu Liuxiang is really dead?" Young Master Murong asked.

Liu Mingqiu said: "Yes."

Young Master Murong said: "Can you really be so sure?"

Liu Mingqiu said: "Yes, I didn't believe it at first. If there is only one person in the world who can beat him with his wisdom and martial arts, it is Lu Yang. No matter how many dangers he has gone through, he can be lucky."

Young Master Murong said: "Oh? Then why is he still dead?"

Liu Mingqiu said sadly: "Because he died in the hands of a woman."

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