The man was wearing a charred purple dress, his whole face was dyed red with blood, and he was holding a strange long sword in his hand.

As if he was seriously injured, he staggered forward and saw the cast iron army rushing towards him not far away, and showed a hideous smile.

"Get out!"

He raised the long sword in his hand and slashed the blade. The power from the Decay Dream instantly enveloped the entire square.

Dozens of flesh and blood tentacles actually grew out of the blade, swept across, forcing the cast iron army to retreat, and then pulled several passengers who had no time to escape. The whineful victims were pulled into the illusory blade, and no sound could be heard, only the sound of chewing continued to sound.

Then, he pulled a hostage from the believer and put the wriggling blade on the man's neck.

"Get out of here!"

He widened his scarlet eyes and his canine teeth, "Whoever takes another step forward will be dead!"

Unfortunately, his strategy was used in the wrong place.

The Astronomical Society never negotiates with these psychopaths.

Especially the cast iron army.

Without the above orders, even if they were holding commander Ai Qing hostage, these war machines would not hesitate at all.

The expression of the priest-clothed twitched, and the blade in his hand was about to be cut off again.

At this time, Huai Shi finally stood up.

‘Wait! Calm down! Calm down!” He walked out and shouted loudly: “I am a negotiating expert! I have anything to tell me!”

He is a ghost negotiator.

He even had to check the negotiation words on his mobile phone before he could write them out.

But it won't be possible if you don't talk about it at this time.

Who made the unlucky guy who was held hostage very familiar with me...

Thinking of this, Huai Shi couldn't help but sigh and glared at the pale and runny hostage.

Original photo.

Why is it you again!

By the way, why are you a second-level sublimator? Is it so embarrassing?

Yuan Zhao also looked at him with a confused look on his face and glared back, meaning: I just came out to buy a cold medicine, and I don’t know what happened!

As soon as he walked out of the pharmacy, his back was held hostage by a dozen psychiatrists holding long spears and short cannons.

He didn't know where to reason.

I don't know what happened.

The two exchanged glances with each other, and then found that no one could understand what the other was saying, which was better than talking to each other.

"Negotiation expert?"

The priest in Ziyi frowned and asked suspiciously: "Does Celestials have such a position?"

"Of course there is, you haven't heard that you are so weird, right?"

Huai Shi said tremblingly: "I am very good at negotiating. I just finished a big sword and didn't give money. I said crying! By the way, is he yours..."

He stepped forward step by step and immediately heard the angry shout of the purple-clothed priest: "Stop, don't move!"

He stood there awkwardly.

The sword blade was lifted up an inch, and the sticky flesh and blood tentacles had already begun to lick Yuan Zhao's neck. Yuan Zhao looked frightened and glared at Huai Shi fiercely, indicating that he should not do anything randomly.

This bastard is not a negotiating expert? He is simply an evil spirit who comes to urge his death.

The experts are almost the same!

Where is this negotiation?

At this time, the purple-clothed priest had made a decision.

Although he didn't believe the nonsense of Huai Shi negotiating experts, he seemed to have a very status when he saw that the legions stopped approaching as soon as he came out.

"You, throw away the weapon!" he raised his sword blade and said coldly.

Huai Shi raised her hand, threw the sword of virtue behind her, and turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Rise your hand up and put it where I see it," he said alertly: "Go to this side and slow down, otherwise this little bastard will die, do you know?"

He tightened his sword blade and immediately the neck of Yuan Zhao was almost cut.

What was even more disgusting was that the flesh and blood tentacles were still sticky and crawling around his face, scratching his nose... He was trembling and couldn't help but want to sneeze.

Too itchy!

"Okay, okay, that's right?"

Huai Shi hung up her standard business smile, held her hands high, slowed down her pace, and walked forward step by step.

Secretly calculating the distance between each other.

Fifteen meters.

It's still too far away. If there is a little problem, I'm afraid the original photo will lose his neck in the future. Well, maybe the Yuan family will pick him up with a new head...

He stepped forward step by step, and there was still five steps away. He took a deep breath and took another step forward.

The floor beneath her feet whine slightly.

Yu Bu's sprinting skills were accumulating strength, causing the muscles of his legs to tighten under his trousers and blue veins to appear.

Two steps away.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Yuan Zhao take a big breath, couldn't help it, raised his head and sneeze.

The snot bubbles were flying out.

A strange sound suddenly sounded from his arms in the silence. The purple-clothed priest changed suddenly. He held the sword blade tightly without hesitation and slashed!

The one who is faster than him is Huai Shi.

The raised hands fell down, and the axe of anger flew out. At the same time, the floor under Huai Shi's feet shattered, and his body popped up ahead without warning.

accelerate!

But it was one step slower after all.

Just before him, the Ziyi priest's face looked ferocious, and his body was expanding rapidly, as if something was developing rapidly in his body.

The decay dream from the abyss is born into substance and is about to break out!

"Let's die together..."

He laughed sharply, but the laughter immediately stopped.

There was a burst of thunder.

It seemed as if the predator in the shadow suddenly jumped out and let out a roar that shocked all souls, causing everyone's consciousness to solidify for a short moment.

A sharp glow fell from the sky.

Just like the lightning bursting when thunder is roaring.

The vague shadow appeared without warning behind the purple-clothed priest, holding up a majestic sword with an exaggerated scale and slashing it down!

An iron light rose from the sword ridge, faintly intertwined into a pure white tiger shape, overlooking everything in the world indifferently, with bloody eyes, grinding teeth and sucking blood, and hungry.

Staring at the pair of empty eyes, the purple-clothed priest's movements were completely frozen, and even the changes in the body ended abruptly.

It seems like a lamb to be slaughtered.

The Lord of the Holy Scar Relics!

In the blink of an eye, Shanjun slashed his sword.

The tyrannical holy marks that were housed in the sword blade were activated, and the nightmare of the purple-clothed sacrificial sacrifice was destroyed and swallowed up.

A dazzling scarlet red sprinkled out and landed on the girl's hands holding the sword.

The reason!

Amid the gunshots of the cast iron army following her, she stretched out her hand, pulled up the original photo of the fallen sitting on the ground, and looked down at him.

"Didn't you tell me to buy cold medicine?" she asked with a frown, "Why did you come here?"

“……, it’s a long story.”

Yuan Zhao subconsciously stuffed a source-quality model into his arms a little deeper.

During the fight, the model's box was broken, revealing the two-dimensional girl with exposed clothes...

"So you don't go out because of the excuse of having a cold, do you always come to such places?"

Yuanyuan's eyes immediately looked despised: "You have thought about how to explain to your aunt."

"No!" Yuan Zhao was shocked, and she didn't have time to wipe her nose bubbles. She wanted to hug Yuanyuan's legs: "Sister spare me once, just once!"

I didn't hold my legs.
To be continued...