God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

After three minutes passed, all the images in Ningmeng's mind disappeared.

However, Ningmeng finally knew her current situation in her heart.

Ningmeng opened her eyes wide, and without being noticed by the man in black, slowly moved her body along with the bumps, changing to a posture that made her feel less uncomfortable.

Although these six people seem to be amazing, although she is at a disadvantage in terms of number and strength, Ningmeng is not afraid at all.

She lay quietly on the horseback, otherwise she would make a sound.

At the same time, Ningmeng's brain is also running fast, how to get out of trouble in their hands.

If the one who caught her was alone, Ning Meng would still give it a go.

But there were six people, even if Ningmeng had the upper hand and defeated one, there would still be five left.

She will be caught back soon after she runs.

Ningmeng blinked and exchanged an iron rod and two grenades at 0001. 0001 also gave her a lighter for free.

However, she didn't let 0001 take it out so quickly, but sent it to 0001 first.

At this time, Ningmeng finally knew what she should learn.

Maybe next time she has a chance, she should ask the host to teach her how to use cold weapons and hot weapons.

For example, ancient spears, swords, and long whips.

For example, modern guns and ammunition, crossbows and the like.

She must defend herself first, otherwise the host is worried, and then can protect the host.

Ningmeng's hands tightly grasped the sack of material, her eyes flashed with determination.

The people in the palace finally found Wenqing fainted in the bedroom, and when Ningmeng's whereabouts were unknown, the six men in black finally brought Ningmeng to the top of the mountain outside the capital.

The speed of the mount's gallop slowed down significantly.

Then, Ningmeng heard one of them speak: "Just here, it should be fine."

"Okay!" The black man who rode with Ningmeng said in a mute voice, and the six stopped on the hillside.

They got off the horse, but they didn't get Ning Meng off the horse.

They looked at the surrounding environment by the scattered moonlight.

"Will there be beasts in this place? Should we go deeper?" The man in black a said.

"There should be. The master asked us to make a few more strokes on her wounds. The smell of blood will attract the beasts." The man in black b responded.

Ningmeng didn't expect these people to be so lax about themselves.

While they were still talking, Ningmeng had quietly broken free of the sack, and most of her body was exposed.

Over there, one of the people in black turned his head inadvertently, and what he saw was such a picture of Lemon Meng crawling out of the sack with half of his body.

He looked surprised, and immediately ran over in a few steps, yelling: "No, she woke up!"

Seeing that they found out, Ning Meng jumped directly on the ground, lifted her foot and quickly broke free of the big sack.

The man in black had cold eyes and grabbed it towards Ningmeng with his bare hands.

Ningmeng looked up at him, and suddenly a ten jin iron rod appeared in his hand. Ningmeng grabbed it in his hand without any effort, and hit the black man with a stick heavily.

The bones of his head clicked loudly, which was especially startled and strange in the night.

The man in black didn't even scream, he was beaten to death by Ning Meng with a stick.

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small theater:

Violent cute: Hey, their bones are so brittle, they won't be knocked at all! Happy cutting!

Jun Bao: Familiar tricks, familiar violence. .