You asked me to change shifts, but didn't say when to do it. Now that my uncle is back, she should leave.
But one hundred thousand merits cannot be less.
Elder Uncle:...
Usually he asks for money from others, and now some people ask for money from him.
Uncle Tai said: "Since you have received the money, you should do it."
Ning Shu didn't move, but his eyes rolled and glanced at his uncle, "I did it, one hundred thousand at a time, I already did it once, is there anything wrong with giving one hundred thousand?"
Ning Shu spread his hands, "Isn't it?"
The eldest uncle did not speak, but looked at the uncle and the two, holding his arms next to him to watch the excitement.
The uncle frowned and looked a little impatient.
Ning Shu walked towards him a few steps and stood in front of him, "Can we be reasonable? You stipulate one hundred thousand at a time, and they also promise me one hundred thousand, what am I doing wrong?"
Ning Shu approached him again, the uncle took two steps back, away from Ning Shu, he took a step back, Ning Shu took one step further, "I want one hundred thousand merits, what's wrong."
"Don't come here, disgusting." Uncle warned.
Ning Shu took another step forward, "I'll come here, can you do anything to me and obliterate me, come on."
"You come to kill me."
The uncle elder almost laughed. After living so long, it was the first time I saw someone rushing to die.
The uncle drew the gun and pointed at Ning Shu's eyebrows, "It's really annoying and aggrieved. What if I killed you."
Ning Shu held the barrel and pressed his head, "Shoot, actually I want to test if I can?"
The uncle pulled the trigger and shot indifferently. The black bullet penetrated the center of Ning Shu's eyebrows. From the center of the eyebrows to the back of his head, there were finger-sized bullet holes.
Through the head.
Ning Shu snorted, raised his head and touched his eyebrows, "It hurts, it hurts!"
Although it hurts, the soul did not collapse.
not dead
The expression on the elder brother's face became serious, and some big onlookers looked towards this side.
Uncle Tai saw this, without any surprise on his face, and fired a second shot if he didn't kill him.
I guess it was originally annoying, but now Ning Shu is like this, I am sorry if I don't kill myself.
When a person is angry, it is normal for a caterpillar to be flattened by one foot.
Ning Shu squatted down, avoiding the second shot. The feeling of the bullet penetrating through the soul was too painful, but cold, this feeling was not good.
I won't be stupid enough to bear the second shot. In case the opponent fires a few more shots, although he can be reborn, it is not good to be wiped out of his will.
Ning Shu stood up, a long sword condensed in his hand, shining with a cold luster.
The uncle shot, Ning Shu avoided the bullet, while carrying a sword to cut at the uncle.
Guns are not suitable for close fights. Uncle Tai's face is as cold as iron, and a black sword is condensed in his hand. When the two swords collide, sparks are shot in all directions.
Clinking, the two swords swallowed each other with their utmost strength.
A black long whip condensed in Ning Shu's left hand, and he backed away extremely quickly, threw the long whip out, and bound his uncle.
The uncle stood still, and with a wave of the sword, the long whip was cut off and disappeared.
Ning Shu tutted twice. She was just too weak. Now the soul can't provide energy at all, and she won't die, but she is too reluctant to deal with her uncle.
Being able to persist until now, her own death will has provided her with a lot of energy.
Ning Shu's broken hair was attached to his face, with a solemn expression, letting his sword gather more strength, and rushing over with a fearless posture like a cannonball.
The uncle looked impatient, and his body was as tall as loose. He stood still, stroking the sword gently, lifting weights as if lightly, and relaxed and relaxed.
The power gushes out from the sword head like sword energy, like a trickle, outsiders do not look very good, but the locked Ning Shu feels pressure doubled.
This force cut off Ning Shu's sword, cut through Ning Shu's face, and half of his face was wounded across.
If it hadn't been for Ning Shu to hide quickly, half of his head would be cut off.
The wound will not heal for a while, some power is eating away at the wound, preventing the wound from healing, and devouring her soul.
Ning Shu touched his face, "You or he hurt my face."
The most unforgivable.
Onlookers eating melons:...
It seems that the focus is a bit wrong, why the focus is on the face.
Ning Shu touched her face, feeling particularly distressed. There was a big mark on her originally pretty face.
She had nothing to look in the mirror, and she was in a very good mood when she looked at her face, and it felt great to be awakened by herself.
The uncle stared at Ning Shu, she should be swallowed, and finally disappeared. He looked at Ning Shu, thinking, and finally his expression became clear.
Ning Shu condensed a lot of swords and rushed towards the uncle.
The elder felt that no matter how he fought, things would be delayed, and the surrounding planes would be easily implicated.
The most important thing is that the two sides do not regress, there is no step down, and they don't know when to fight.
The uncle stood up as a peacemaker, stopped in the middle and said: "Is there something that can't be said properly, isn't it one hundred thousand..." Before he finished speaking, Ning Shu directly knocked him away.
The uncle raised the sword and cut it at Ning Shu's head. Ning Shu resisted his uncle's attack, condensed the sword with his other hand, and pierced it against the uncle's heart.
Once pierced into Zhengqing's heart, Zhengqing had nothing to do. At that time, he was weak and small, but this time, the sword condensed by the will of death carried death and death.
The uncle took two steps back, avoiding Ning Shu's sword, and Ning Shu's head blossomed and was split in half.
Even so, Ning Shu still didn't die, it was just pain, the pain was extremely real, and the pain from the craniotomy was very strong.
Ning Shu: My face!
The eldest uncle who was knocked away looked at Ning Shu and his uncle.
Ning Shu gave up the fight, it hurts to be pressed and beaten.
The foundation is too weak.
Slowly, Ning Shu's soul began to heal, and gradually recovered intact, but the soul looked weaker.
Ning Shu touched his head and face, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he walked around with his open head.
She is not dead, but at the critical point, her will will be wiped out.
When it comes to the endurance point, it is himself who suffers, and it is not Taishu's opponent for the time being.
The elder once again stopped in the middle, "What is there to fight, so angry, everyone is harmonious and harmonious, is a beautiful tomorrow."
Rage, of course, Ning Shu felt angry, but I don't know if Mrs. Uncle is angry, anyway, it's right to feel uncomfortable now.
Uncle Tai said lightly: "Sometimes not dying is not a lucky thing."
Ning Shu flirted with her hair, "I have the final say whether it is lucky or not."
Of course she understands the uncle's consciousness. If she does not die, if her strength is poor, she has been tortured, but can't die. At this time, death has become the most beautiful extravagant hope.
Therefore, in order to avoid pain and torture, Ning Shu must become stronger.
(End of this chapter)