Chapter 172 (1/2)
Despair was the last feeling in Song Xiaojia's heart. She was facing the black muzzle of the gun and worried about the life and death of Lele behind her and the safety of Hao Zhi in the distance.
Sometimes people are not afraid of death, they are afraid of people who are concerned.
However, when the huge gunshot rang out, song Xiaojia still felt desperate, because she couldn't even close her eyes in fear. She looked at the black muzzle, the fire flashed, a bullet flew out of the gun chamber in imagination, chiseled her forehead with great strength, drilled into her soft brain, and then opened a bowl of blood hole in the back of her brain, The brain flew out with a huge impact.
However, imagination is imagination after all, and nothing has happened
At the last critical moment, the bullet suddenly deviated from the trajectory, and was hit by something on the way. It flew to one side with a Ding sound and fired obliquely at the ring tail standing behind song Xiaojia!
”Oh!” the arm of ring tail burst a blood flower in an instant. He covered the wound and the ghost howled.
In mid air, there's a hand floating!
A ghost hand!
A hand appeared out of thin air, with nothing but one hand. Its joints were thin, and its ten fingers were slender and powerful. It made a snap of its fingers and flew the bullet!
Then, in the rippling air, a person's outline gradually appeared, slender, tall and elegant. With a brush, the black windbreaker shook and fell. He turned around, his long hair flew up and fell, covering half of his face and one eye. The light brown pupil looked coldly at the members of the dawn organization in front of him
”Minister?” everyone was surprised. How could he appear?
The ghost didn't bother to pay attention to these people's strange eyes. Instead, he turned around and caught song Xiaojia, who was struggling to collapse, and put her firmly on the ground.
”Little goddess, it's good that I came quickly, or it's really dangerous!” the ghost always seems to show that kind smile when facing song Xiaojia, without any seriousness and airs, and without the usual gloomy coldness.
”Ghosts are your little goddess. What are you doing here?”
”I told you, I'm your patron saint!” the ghost stood up very gentlemanly and habitually put his hands into his windbreaker pocket.
”Ghost!” the magician asked, ”do you know that this is against the master of the blood moon and the whole dawn organization! I'll tell the president about it!”
The ghost looked at each other strangely and smiled contemptuously: ”you've long been tired of me being on an equal footing with you. I'm not surprised.”
”At this critical time, you should fight back and help our enemies. I want to clean the door for the organization!” the magician was angry and embarrassed that his control was just about to be successful was interrupted. He didn't confront the ghost directly, but he didn't expect the ghost to interfere with him so easily.
The ghost ignored him and turned to song Xiaojia and said, ”it's terrible. For you, I'm betrayed!”
Song Xiaojia couldn't help giggling: ”you are a lonely ghost. Who kisses you? They are all separated...”
The ghost also smiled, and then changed back to a cold face just taken out of the refrigerator. He squinted at a group of hesitant guys. Everyone knew that this was the ghost. The Minister of the upper half of the dawn organization, who was below one person and above ten thousand people in the dawn organization. It was said that his character was very cold and arrogant and unregulated. Many times, even the president had no way to take him.
Moreover, this person is both right and evil. He never works regularly. When he is happy, he may tease you like a child, but he turns his face and tears you to pieces every minute.
Like a lazy lion, you should never think it is gentle and harmless, just because you are not close enough.
”I'll suppress his ability. You go up and kill him together!” the magician shouted angrily when he knew that it was useless to say more.
At the command, the remaining six healthy poisonous bees, food, molecules, doctors, magnetic wires and chefs all jumped on the lion like a hungry wolf in an attempt to kill him in an instant.
The magician mobilized his strongest power and tried his best to suppress the power in the ghost, so as to control his power enhancement to the lowest standard.
However, all this was in vain. The ghost smiled at the corners of his mouth and shot like an unpredictable shadow. The speed and strength made everyone dizzy. He shuttled through the attack array of six people like a black lightning. Before they saw what was going on, they were all beaten out and fell heavily to the ground, One by one, they broke their tendons and broke their bones, holding their arms and thighs and crying.