Opposite Qin Mu, Ning Zhiwen on the national highway opposite, showed a cheerful smile on his face. Of course, Qin Mu could only see Ning Zhiwen's mouth with a grinning open on the lower half of his chin. His waist was straight, and he said to the dark man riding a red horse who was the leader on the right, riding a red horse, "Father."

There was unprecedented eagerness on his face.

Qin Mu was stunned and quietly looked at the person who was slowly coming.

At this time, the protection had been weaved, and Qin Mu had more time to study the dark man in military uniform in front of him. He saw that the man was naked, as if he was just riding a horse out of the city for fun. However, from the beginning, the horse was already fiery red eyeballs, the horse seemed to have undergone some kind of baptism.

In today's Dharma-Ending Age, many things in the past have disappeared. Whether it is ordinary plants or legendary things, it is true that many legendary things, even if they are not in the Dharma-Ending Age, have disappeared.

So, such a group of people appeared among the psychic group.

They are keen on biological research, but use modern means to mutate known organisms today, or directly cultivate today's cells with ancient things to cultivate new varieties, or something similar to before.

For example, there are many dragon bones found in various places. The dragon bones are extracted and cultivated for new cultivation. The cultivated things may be similar to the original ones. Of course, this one is similar, it only refers to the appearance, and maybe it may be a freak.

However, the red horse that the dark man sat down was a product cultivated by the psychics in the later period. Judging from the color of the eyes and the color of the hair, it should be a relatively common breed cultivated in later generations - the Flame Horse.

Of course, this name is a bit tacky, but it is also straightforward. If this horse breed is better, it will spit fire, but the damage is not high, and it is no different from ordinary flames. The name of the flame refers to its appearance.

The hair is like a flame, with red eyes and long crying, which is the characteristic of this kind of horse. Moreover, this thing is extremely popular among psychics because of its cool appearance. For Qin Mu, this thing is not as useful as the eight-tailed cat. Of course, the eight-tailed cat is not cultivated later, and it is a monster itself.

The dark man rode out like this, one for the sake of coolness, and the other for the sake of deterrence.

Many people on Qin Mu's side have discovered that the horses are different. They are not from the psychic world, and they are basically a little panicked. The psychics expressed their surprise slightly and had no other thoughts. Although the flame horses are rare, only the idle and painful tyrants are willing to buy them - it is really good to use them to pretend to be cool and handsome.

The dark man was almost integrated with his military uniform. In addition, when he was riding a flame horse, he was in the backlight again. Therefore, Qin Mu saw nothing clearly about the leader of the clan of the clan who was reacting to the Ning family branch.

These two fathers and sons are very interesting. One is wearing a black cloak, which makes people unable to see the true face of Mount Lu, while the other is dark as ink, which makes people unable to see the true face of Mount Lu. For some reason, Qin Mu feels like he wants to laugh, but the witch song in his mouth is not over yet, so he can only endure it.

Ning Zhiwen's father did not show much joy at his son's call. He could only hear him hum invisibly, and walked around the street intersection of Huajie like a reviewing an army.

"Who is responsible here?" the man asked faintly after going around.

Qin Mu saw clearly that there was a long scar on the man's left eye, which penetrated his entire eye, looking a little ferocious, and on his expressionless face, it looked particularly sinister.

Especially this man's face is so dark that he can't see anything clearly.

Wu Gang was about to speak, but Honglian straightened her back and said lightly: "It's me."

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he was looking at it. After a while, he let out a hearty laugh, which was extremely inconsistent with his own temperament. With Honglian's face gloomy, the guy finally stopped smiling. The smile seemed to have been pressed by some switch, and it stopped abruptly without any warning.

"Just you?" The man's tone was full of contempt.

Who is Honglian? How could she tolerate her opponent to despise herself like this? She immediately got angry and stepped forward, took a step forward, and stood next to the little beggars blocking the front. The little beggars cooperated to give up a clearing. A long sword suddenly appeared in Honglian's hand, and waved forward domineeringly. It seemed that there was a red sword energy sweeping on the asphalt road of the national highway, leaving a deep mark.

"What's wrong with me?" Honglian said domineeringly.

Xiaosheng was full of admiration, and he just walked up to kiss him hard. The people gathered on Huajie also stabilized their hearts for a while because of the heroic wave of Honglian.

The flame horse that Ning Zhiwen was riding on was shocked by the sword energy, and he retreated and digged his hooves uneasy. There was deep fear in his red eyes. If the person on his body had not grasped it tightly, it would have left him and fled directly to the ends of the world. The woman in front of him looked not very good, as thin as bean sprouts, but there was a pressure on his body that it could not reach, which made it involuntarily want to worship him.

Looking at the mount under him, he was about to kneel down to a little girl in a word. Ning Zhiwen's father was a little worried. In order not to let the unpromising horse, he fell to the ground now and got off the horse. He led it by the people next to him and pulled the horse behind the crowd of law enforcement officers.

He looked at Honglian with a serious face and suddenly sneered: "I think it's something that blocks Huajie, making Huajie an existence that law enforcement officers dare not go to. It turns out to be a monster."

There is no concealment of ridicule in the tone.

"You...who are you talking about?... You are just a monster, as black as ink." Wu Gang would not allow his goddess to be attacked by humans, and immediately retorted.

Ning Zhiwen's father was a little confused, and he stared at Wu Gang with a sinister face for a long time. Just when Wu Gang was furrowing all over, he suddenly sneered, raised his right hand and waved forward: "Let's fire!"

This was a light statement. The little beggar in the front row immediately stood in front of the crowd with a look of death. Wu Gang was so shocked by his words that he retreated, wishing he could huddle behind the entire crowd. Even if there was Qin Mu's recovery formation on his head, what if there were so many submachine guns in front of him, can he avoid it?

Wu Gang suddenly felt that Qin Mu was hiding behind the entire crowd, so he was so smart.

After that man's order, all the law enforcement officers holding submachine guns were stunned. Many of them were not brought by Ning Zhiwen's father from the capital, but were composed of local urban management, public security or traffic police stations. In the past, Ning Zhiwen did not make any noise, but did not kill anyone after all. Now, Ning Zhiwen's father actually ordered the fire, so what are the things in front of him...

These villagers will become dead souls under the gun, and they will be murderers.

Everyone was stunned for a moment of this order.

"What? Do you need me to repeat again?" Ning Zhiwen's father said coldly.

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Chapter completed!