Chapter 409： Confrontation

Both are a glimpse.

After a while, I knew the meaning of Bai Hong. I was still dead in an arrow, and my life was really big. This is Lei Lin’s idea. He has regarded Bai Hong as a dead person, but he is still very interested in his words.

What is the identity of An Ziran in his lifetime?

Bai Hong leaned against the railing. His excessive blood loss made his vision blurry. He never experienced the death like this. The death is so close to him. The pain in his chest took most of his attention. He knows I probably didn't save it this time. I was unwilling, but I was relieved.

He didn't know how long he had been in the world, but every day he was as painful as he was. He never experienced such a life. He regretted pouring into his body like a tide, and one day he was blasted.

Before that, he had a wish.

He wants to know who An Ziran is, and why he knows him.

Although he did move the idea of ​​killing him before, but in this world where no one knows him, a person who knows who he is suddenly appears, and his heart quietly breeds a kind of thing that he does not even notice. Looking forward to the idea, maybe he has a way to return to the original world, because their situation is not the same.

When An Ziran and Lei Lin played against each other, Bai Hong finally remembered. The familiar skill and indifferent eyes were exactly the same as the captain of the special mercenary team named Bo Ming.

Why did he remember so clearly, because he was yelled at Bo Ming, he didn’t know how to live and die, and he was dragging his teammates to death, and he was very arrogant and arrogant with him. In retrospect, he is indeed very brain-destroyed.

"You are to Bo Ming, right?"

Bai Hong seems to want to go forward and stare at An Ziran. His body is full of blood, but his eyes are shining, as if he is returning to the light.

An Ziran stared at his eyes and faintly responded.

Bai Hong cried, crying and hitting a beggar, another fight, continue to fight... It’s impossible to die...

Sure enough, it is a scourge for thousands of years.

He thought that he was about to die. An Ziran turned his head silently. It happened to be with Lei Lin, who also took back his sight. The latter gave him an evil smile. An Ziran’s face suddenly changed, raising his arms to block a right. The side of the leg swept away, the leg wind was very sharp, and there is so-called internal strength, shocked his body can not control to retreat a dozen steps, not waiting for him to stabilize the body, Lei Lin has approached...

Although there is no internal strength, but An Ziran's reaction is also a first-class one. He has been in danger for countless times in his life, that is, his timely response saved his life. After avoiding a shot by Lei Ling, An Ziran took advantage of the situation to stabilize his body, holding the dagger in the backhand and starting to counterattack.

"If you let go, Fu Wutian will arrive, so you can only make a quick decision."

When the two men played, Lei Lin suddenly spoke. His words made Anziran raise a little vigilance. After seeing the value of Fu Wutian’s military power, he knew that 80% of the people in this world were more advocating force, so the emperor of Lei Lin must also be a Will be martial arts, and the strength may not be low.

On the other hand, the two dark guards saw that Wang Hao was in a disadvantage. He wanted to end the help as soon as possible. However, the two guards had been pestering them. They did not do their best, just to delay the time for their masters.

At this moment, the dagger in the hand of An Ziran suddenly flew out and was inserted straight into the tree. The posture of the two men was like Lei Lin’s ringing in his arms, but they did not wait for them to see clearly. I walked back a few steps and my steps were awkward.

Lei Lin held the chest in one hand, and there was a scratch on the clothes. It was cut by the dagger, and there was no wound, but it was enough to show that he was careless.

"It's a small look at you."

An Ziran stared at him. Although he cut his clothes, he himself was a little embarrassed, his hair was messy, and the scorpion made of sheep's fat white jade was held in his hands by Lei Lin.

"This scorpion, I will accept it."

Lei Lin, like the sentimental token of the person who likes it, puts it under the nose with a coveted expression, then reveals the intoxicated expression, and finally puts the scorpion into his clothes.

An Ziran's eyebrows did not move.

Lei Lin seemed to be observing his expression, seeing it, slightly disappointed, and said with a smile: "How come you didn't respond?"

An Ziran calmly said: "You are such a pervert, I am not the first time I met."

Lei Lin: "..."

He said that he was very happy when he was degraded, but he was not too happy that someone was like him. He was even more unhappy that he was first promoted. It is no wonder that when he was arrogant, he did not react at all.

Not long after, a mess of footsteps came, probably the people of Liufu.

An Ziran just erected his ears, and the opposite of Lei Lin suddenly moved. The breath of the whole body changed instantly. It was a bit fierce and determined. The pressure from the face immediately told him that the other party finally decided to take it seriously. After all, he would have no chance to drag it down. It is.

In front of the shadows, An Ziran’s eyes suddenly lost the trace of Lei Lin. This is probably the difference between internal strength and no internal strength. When he feels that he is not going to retreat, a dangerous breath behind him suddenly approaches, and the shoulders are on the shoulder. Was tightly held by one hand.

"you lose……"

The laughter of Lei Lin Yin is in his ear.

An Ziran's face changed slightly. He could feel a strong wind squatting from above. If he was shackled, he would definitely fall into passiveness, but he found that he could not escape at his speed.

Just as Lei Lin was about to succeed, a hegemonic atmosphere was overwhelming from top to bottom, and Lei Lin, who suppressed An Ziran, quickly measured the pros and cons and found that if he insisted on knocking out his son, then his situation It will also be very dangerous and eventually has to be closed.

An Ziran slammed his hand and quickly grabbed his hand. The elbow slammed under his arm and both sides slammed it. Instead, Lei Lin fell in the wind and suffocated to bear the attack of An Ziran. Even if there is internal power assistance, you don't have to look at it and you know it will be sure.

The two guards found that their help came, and immediately gave up the entanglement of the dark guard to come to Lei Lin.

On the other side of An Ziran, the sudden domineering atmosphere is Fu Wutian. He jumped directly from the wall of Liufu. If Lei Lin escaped quickly, he would directly let his head bloom.

The tall figure came to An Ziran, and one arm took him into his arms. The handsome face was full of suffocation. Unlike the kind of evil that Lei Lin used to show, he was ashamed when he was angry. A kind of suffocating, as if he was the source of the murderous hell, no one dared to approach within three meters.

An Ziran looked up and saw Fu's hard chin and straight nose. The chest behind it seemed to be a hard wall. The breath into his nose was full of peace of mind.

"Not in the palace, how come so fast?"

An Ziran's sentence is purely a doubt. The palace is close to Liu, but it takes a lot of time to toss it up. It is not a matter of saying that it can be awkward.

Fu Wutian said coldly: "If you don't come again, Wang Hao will be taken away."

An Ziran: "..."

The opposite Lei Lin looked gloomy and looked at their intimate appearance. Fu Tiantian’s arrival was faster than he imagined. He would appear here premeditated. I wanted to take this opportunity to bring An Ziran from Wanqingguo. Back to the purple country, so will hold the determination to expose.

However, he still miscalculated two points.

An Ziran’s fists and martial arts are even worse than he expected. If he is not careful, he may have his way. Even if his martial arts is higher than his section, he does not dare to care. The other is the arrival of Fu Wutian.

In his calculations in public, Fu Wutian should be in talks with Liu You for dealing with Shaying and Lei Yang at the moment, even if the people of Liufu went to the palace to inform him, how can they come and go, how can they be so? Fast, there is still no half hour before and after.

"Sure enough, you are Fu Tiantian!"

Lei Lin twisted his head and stared at him with a gaze. He didn't see other shadows, so he was sure that Fu was only rushed over.

They have not seen each other, but only one face can determine who the other party is.

Fu Wutian squinted, but the murderousness that permeated was undiminished, but it became more and more concentrated, and his eyes were sullen. "There is no one in the king's king who can get involved, including you."

Lei Lin smiled, and the smile was equally infiltrating. "If you don't try, you know."

Fu Wutian said: "If the emperor of Ziwei is dead here, the news will be very shocking."

"That's a pity, I won't die here." Lei Lin said very firmly, and then looked at An Ziran. "And, he will definitely get him." Then he took the two guards and left the wall. There are more and more footsteps outside the house.

"You will never have a chance!"

Inside the wall, there is a word like Fu Wutian’s declaration.