Doomsday Rise

.. Doomsday Rise

The undead toad sent Haicheng back to a safe place to heal, and followed the leopard along the trail. He and Fengbao belong to the same period. From a time perspective, when he became famous, Fengbao had at least one little fart, and he dared to attack him. This revenge must be reported.

In a blink of an eye, all the people in this place evacuated. The people in the four major cities in the southeast, northwest, and the three summits totaled more than 20,000. With Haicheng's order, all of them disappeared into the night, leaving Guo Zifeng's body slow. Slowly become cold, accompanied by Jinfeng and the mountain wind.

The three giants of the poor three summits are so famous that in such a night, the death is unknown.

Everyday bathhouse. It belongs to an altar in Dongcheng District, because of its low price and hot business. Today the door was open, but no guest was seen. A regular customer walked in a little strangely and smelled a strange smell at the door. In order to kill the virus, the bathhouse sprays disinfectant water all year round. In addition, the people who come here to bathe are all men. The tastes are mixed together, sour and very powerful. People who care about personal hygiene will never enter here.

The taste that regular customers smell now is definitely different from the past. Stepping into the door, the taste inside was more intense, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy, as if something terrible was about to happen and his pace slowed down. He came to the bathhouse every day, he was very familiar, and he would not get lost with his eyes closed. When he stepped into the bathhouse, the whole man froze for a moment, his face became white for a moment, he just felt his stomach writhing, and almost turned over the dinner Spit it out.

The mist in the bathhouse was transpiration, and the water kept at 60 degrees all year round did not know what was going on. It all boiled, and gurgles and bubbling. Dozens of corpses undulated with the boiling water. The pond seemed to be stained with rouge, and the transpiration mist was pink.

The half-boiled corpse boiled, the smell of blood, sweat, sulfur, and soda mixed together, no wonder it smelled so strange.

"Killing--" The familiar customer stumbled out of the bathhouse, screaming all the way, his face full of fear.

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Must earn Mahjong Pavilion.

The name was very festive, but whoever made it turned out to be benevolent. In the past, the bustling Mahjong Pavilion is still bustling tonight, but the sound of Mahjong collisions on weekdays has been turned into the sound of a knife entering the meat. The most common watermelon knife is turned into a sickle of death at this moment. Snowflakes, each blade of light shining, is accompanied by a ray of blood lasing, and is accompanied by a harvest of life.

The people in Mahjong Pavilion can't believe it. Some people in the intestines covered by the three summits dared to move, and they tried to kill them. The last person fell into a pool of blood, and the Mahjong Pavilion would be quiet.

The three blood-covered men silently threw away the already swollen watermelon knife, turned and left, and observed carefully. Their steps were surprisingly consistent, and the distance at each step seemed to be measured.

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Peter Pan, this nickname is obviously ironic for those who are underworld. He had readily accepted it. He was only 21 years old this year, and he still had a pure land in his heart. The kind of admiration and admiration that the girl in the hair salon, the girl who washed and cut, and the girl who soaked her feet made him obsessed, he enjoyed this feeling very much. Relying on the identity of Guo Zifeng's son at the Three Summits, Peter Pan from time to time did some martial arts. Everyone looked at Guo Zifeng's face. As long as he showed up, there was basically nothing impossible. All this happened tonight. Changed.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhh

Can be called a flying man, even with irony, at least prove that his speed is still OK. Peter Pan has also been proud of this, but now he finds it is not enough, far from enough. This is too slow. He had fled for half an hour, and the pursuit behind him never stopped.

The air in the lungs seemed to be burning, and both legs were filled with lead, not as heavy as their own. He always thought that he could run for four hours in a row, which was his previous record. He never thought that he would be unable to sustain it in just half an hour. But he must persist, because once he stops, he is dead.

A scream drew the attention of Peter Pan. He didn't want to see it. After all, he was running for his own life, so how could he have the energy to do his business. Perhaps some chivalry in the mind, or the curiosity of the young man, made him turn around and look at it in his busy schedule. This is the glance, which made him crash like an ice cellar, his legs running at high speed suddenly stopped, and the effect of inertia almost made him He flew out, and he was so busy that he re-stabilized his body, and his body was cold.

What he saw, he saw that the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, Yong Yong, was smashed into his head by a fist of the old wolf, and his brain was overflowing.

The Public Security Bureau has three deputy directors. Cheng Yong belongs to the overwhelming one and speaks less in the Public Security Bureau. But this is just the surface. Peter Pan is the core of the three summits. With the identity of Guo Zifeng's son, he knows more information than the ordinary core. He vaguely understands that it is Cheng Yong who covers the three summits, not the public security bureau on the surface. Director Lu Kaiming.

Wu Yong is the absolute confidant of Mayor Haicheng. But he was killed at this moment. This is not constrained by a bombshell. The wind and waves that set off will drown many people.

Peter Pan thought this place couldn't stay, and ran back again, his head turned. The old wolf is only the boss of a hunter corps, with a large number of people, but after all, there is no base and it is a rootless peasant. Why dare to do such a rebellious thing, does he not know the mayor's means? Before he could come up with the answer, he glanced at the group of people blocking the intersection in front, scaring him to brake quickly.

"It's over!"

More than fifty people stared at him fiercely, and in the night, the red eyes glittering as if to eat. These people exude a characteristic evil spirit. Peter Pan knows that this is a breath created after killing too many zombies, only the Hunter Corps has. Suddenly he had a doubt. Although he was a personal person in the central city, he knew to himself that to a large extent it was relying on Guo Zifeng's name. In the eyes of people at the level of the old wolf, he was afraid that he would not come to power. Why does a person who is not on the stage rise to the masses?

"No, these people are not against me!" Peter Pan just came to this conclusion, and more than fifty people rushed over with a shout.

"Ah, it's dead." Peter Pan gritted his teeth and twitched two iron rods three feet long, one large and one small, 13.8 kg large and 5.6 kg light. Normally against the enemy, he uses a 5.6 kg iron rod, only 13.8 kg iron rod will be used when he meets a strong opponent. Now he is all in size. He has made this battle a decisive battle.

As the distance of tens of meters flew, Peter Pan's right hand was lifted high, and when the power of the accumulation peak poured out, a figure almost reaching the extreme shot into the crowd, and the screaming sounded like a tide. The Taoist figure moved like a ghost in the crowd. There were more than fifty people, but no one could touch his clothes, and every time he moved, one or two people flew out.

boom!

A big man fell under his feet, a palm print on his chest, sank three inches deep, big man convulsed, and blood couldn't stop overflowing from his mouth. Within three seconds, his legs were straight and he was completely motionless.

Peter Pan raised his head in horror. The battle was over. More than fifty people, either dead or injured, all lay on the ground. There was only one person standing on the field, that is, the mysterious man. At this time, he could clearly see this person. The face.

"Fan Shuai!"

Peter Pan never dreamed of it. The man who accidentally saved his life turned out to be Fan Shuai, who was the boss of Nancheng, and had a hostile relationship with the Central Three Summits.

"Fan Shuai, how dare you!" The anger in the eyes of the old wolf who came a little later almost burned, and more than fifty elites died.

Fan Shuai suddenly coughed, and blood leaked from the corners of his mouth, and his face became pale instantly. Fan Shuai wiped with his sleeve at will, and looked at the old wolf, with a slight disdain at the corner of his mouth, "You dare to run through this muddy water, it's really tired, it seems that the goshawk has given you up."

The old wolf was trembling all over. The Goshawk had already made clear his interests. He was unable to resist himself from entering the city, but was uneasy in his heart. He only brought five hundred people and the large troops responded outside the city. Fan Shuai's words seemed to be a knife that tore the place he wanted to cover, and suddenly, he was deeply disturbed.

With a fist, he planned to annihilate Fan Shuai. Fan Shuai had been injured. This was the best time to kill him. Suddenly a terrible crisis emerged from behind him. The crisis came so violently that he heard it clearly At the taste of death, after exhausting twelve minutes of strength, his fists blasted back.

laugh--

A section of the knife tip pierced through the back and pierced through the front chest. Instantly, the old wolf felt like a pierced balloon, his whole body strength, and the tide flowed away. This is almost impossible. Even if the strength reaches his level, even if the heart is crushed, it can persist for a few seconds or even a few minutes. The advantage brought by this strength suddenly loses its effect.

"A man is so faint, dare to call the old wolf ... cough ..." Feng Leopard coughed, and wiped the blood stained on the blade with the blood on the old wolf's clothes ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Why? "The old wolf didn't realize when the enemy behind him should appear in front, but he had no time to think about it. He just wanted to know why this man wanted to kill him. He didn't know this man at all.

"The second child said, when they met someone who dared to use the wolf as their nickname, they had to kill them all ... heh ... the second child didn't know where to hide, but I saw it, but I didn't see it as ... ... The King of Fighters, it's really heavy, and the toad is too insidious, even sneak attack ... Hey ... "Feng Leopard kept coughing blood, but his face was quite proud, I didn't know what was happy.

The old wolf couldn't even dream of it. For this reason, he would kill himself. In this world, there are more than ten million people who use the nickname ‘wolf’. Does he have to kill one by one? His legs were soft and fell down, his eyes widened and he could not stare.

Fan Shuai squinted and stared at the wind leopard. The old wolf didn't know the wind leopard, but he did. The wind leopard is low-key, but the four cities in the southeast, northwest, and west are well known to each other. It is useless to hide.

Feng Leopard ignored him, and smiled and walked to Xiao Fei Xia: "Xiao Feier, now your father is hanging up, should you consider being my disciple?"

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