"I like to see you struggling very much, and I even like to see you hate me to death but can't kill me." Shen Meng joked: "But I advise you to make a decision quickly. Third Master, I don't have time to accompany you. Hua, if you want legs or face, I’ll give you three seconds.”
"By the way, Uncle Yuan remembered to take the video. I just thought of the title: #杀李家传人,大心得#." Shen Meng laughed.
"Pooh!"
A mouthful of phlegm was spat in his face, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
Li Xianyu sneered and said, "Your Excellency, why don't you fly up to 90,000 miles when the wind blows?"
If grandma was here, she might be surprised. She has never seen Li Xianyu with such a hard bone. Although she said she admired his character of being aware of current affairs, she was actually a little disappointed. After all, as grandma, she still I hope that my descendants will be strong men.
Shen Meng's face instantly turned ferocious.
A whistling sound broke through the air, accompanied by the one-eyed old man's shout: "Be careful!"
When Chen Meng heard the sound of breaking through the air, he felt alarmed. He stepped back quickly and looked at the direction where the whistling sound came from. It was a brick that made a loud roar with the air.
Someone smashed the bricks at a speed comparable to that of a bullet. Such a hidden weapon would either smash the enemy to pieces or smash oneself to pieces.
"Huh?" Shen Meng's expression changed slightly.
He was shocked to find that his retreat just now did not avoid the "ballistic" of the brick. The roaring brick swept through an arc in a coquettish way, spinning and hitting his face.
If this brick is breathed on his face, he will instantly lose his fighting ability and be disfigured.
"boom!"
The brick hit the target, but missed Chen Meng's face. At the critical moment, the one-eyed old man inserted himself between the two sides, crossed his arms, and blocked the sneak attack.
Bizhu failed to destroy the target, but instead smashed himself into pieces.
The bricks and rubble exploded like shrapnel from a grenade. Li Xianyu beside him was not so lucky. His eyes were directly destroyed by the rubble, and scarlet blood flowed down his cheeks. At the same time, his handsome face also changed. Pierced with hundreds of holes.
The girl in a nightgown climbed up from the ground floor to the rooftop, holding a wallet in her mouth and carrying a basket of bricks in each hand.
Sanwu's expression was as calm as ever, but her eyes were quiet and focused, like a lone wolf hunting alone in the dark.
That was the look in the eyes of a killer. Every killer is a lone wolf. At this time, she revealed her murderous nature. Whether she would accidentally injure Li Xianyu was not within the scope of her consideration. The moment she entered combat mode, everything in front of her could be destroyed.
The one-eyed old man said in a deep voice: "You can't hide from her hidden weapon, because you can't hide from it at all. Every god-level master in Baoze is a terrifying existence. Third Master, you take the heirs of the Li family and leave first. I'll hold her back." .”
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Chen Meng's back. He boasted that he was one of the top experts among the younger generation in the vampire world, and it was only a matter of time before he could catch up with the strong men of the older generation. With his talent and family background, he is able to withstand the hardships of the years and not die young, so he is a sure-fire senior.
However, the girl in front of her looked like she was of the same age, but she had the super strength to kill him instantly.
The one-eyed old man said patiently: "Don't compete with this kind of monster. They were born as weapons and were born only to kill. A major sect like the Ancient God Religion that has been passed down for thousands of years only had ten Grade A sects at its peak."
Chen Meng nodded, grabbed Li Xianyu, who had fainted from the pain, and flew in the other direction.
The sound of breaking through the air came again, and the one-eyed old man once again blocked the brick for Shen Meng, but this time he was surrounded by a spherical air shield, and the brick smashed against the air shield.
As far as the body is concerned, it is the limit of resistance.
"The power of precision strike is indeed extraordinary and unavoidable, but everything in the world is interdependent and my Hunyuan Gong can restrain you just right." said the one-eyed old man.
Know yourself and know your enemy and you will be victorious in any battle. Although this operation is not a precise plan, it is still well prepared. His superpower combined with Hunyuan Gong is a human tank, specialized in defeating assassins.
Sanwu didn't talk nonsense, he just picked up the bricks and smashed them.
She threw away one of the baskets of bricks at an extremely fast speed, then carried the remaining bricks while avoiding the one-eyed old man's attack, while throwing bricks to fight back.
In fact, her melee ability is stronger than her supernatural power, but she just happens to encounter an opponent who restrains her. If she cannot break through the Hunyuan Gong Qi shield in melee, she will put herself in danger.
A dull sound exploded on the rooftop, as dense as firecrackers, and pieces roared and shot randomly.
Shen Meng carried Li Xianyu and ran away, reaching the edge of the rooftop. Suddenly he heard the resentful spirit in the cauldron screaming a warning, and he subconsciously stopped. The grandmother who dug her fingers into the wall and was hiding underneath happened to pounce on her, but failed to make a successful sneak attack.
Grandma Grandma was wearing a girl's pajamas, and she looked cute and cute, but her plain white face was covered with frost. She glanced at the extremely miserable Li Xianyu, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Li Xianyu, how are you?" Grandma said loudly.
Li Xianyu had already fainted and could not answer.
"Don't worry, you're not dead." Shen Meng looked at her with stunning eyes, "The elders in the family often say that the women of the Li family are beautiful, stunning and talented. It's true. As long as you cooperate with us honestly, I won't Will kill him."
Grandma breathed a sigh of relief. As long as her great-grandson didn't die, it wouldn't be a big problem. It didn't matter if he lost his eyes. The worst thing he could do was be his eyes in the future.
"Which surname are you descended from?" Grandma said.
"Hey, Chongqin Shen family, if you want your descendants, go and find me there." Shen Meng squinted and looked at the female fighting spirit blocking the way again, and grinned: "I don't dare to take you on the road with me. Step aside."
While speaking, he took out the soul refining cauldron. Green smoke curled out from the cauldron, and ghosts roared towards Grandma Grandma.
There was no time to kill with fighting spirit. After the establishment of Baoze Group, a list of blood descendants was drawn up through big data analysis and screening. A total of one hundred blood descendants are on the list, which symbolizes the top one hundred people at the pinnacle of the vampire world. After all, reality is not fiction. There are so many messy levels. Therefore, the list of blood descendants of the Baoze Group is an important reference standard for combat power. The outside world has some criticisms about the ranking of the top 100 people, but it is generally recognized.
Uncle Yuan is ranked 69th on the list, but it is still not enough to compete with the god-level ones of Baoze Group. Baoze's employees are not included in the list, but the god-level employees are recognized to be among the top 30.
Now she is holding her back with the help of competing abilities, but after all, she won't be able to hold on for long.
Hundreds of ghosts attacked her face, but Grandma's face didn't change. She sucked in her mouth, and Li Xianyu, who was in a coma, kicked his legs in the air and his whole body convulsed.
After inhaling enough essence, grandma's little face turned red and her face was radiant.
Her clear and bright eyes were replaced by blood red, glowing scarlet in the dark night. A Shura-like aura enveloped the rooftop.
After seeing the red eyes, the fierce ghosts who roared towards them all braked. The black smoke seemed to hit an invisible wall and stopped unexpectedly. Nana came softly, and went back as fast as thunder, and the ghosts cried bursts.
"A bunch of useless things." No matter how Shen Meng activated the Soul Refining Cauldron, the group of resentful spirits that had always been obedient just refused to come out and shivered in the cauldron.
There was no time to teach this group of losers a lesson. The fighting spirit that was more than ten meters away suddenly disappeared. When it reappeared, it was already close in front of him and struck him with a thunderous punch.
Chen Meng hurriedly crossed his arms to resist. Hearing a "click" sound from his arm, his bones broke instantly, and he was knocked away by the force of a wave.
It's not over yet. The master's attack will never give the enemy a chance to breathe, and there will never be a beep. Grandma's fist smashed down again. A white and tender little fist actually gave him a suffocating feeling of death.
Grandma Grandma didn't just suck semen this time, she almost drained Li Xianyu of all his energy, and he was only one step away from kidney failure.
At the expense of her great-grandson's body being hollowed out, grandma and grandma regained some fighting strength, but it couldn't last long, so she had to fight quickly. If she slowed down for a moment, either she would have exhausted her energy, or her great-grandson would have died of kidney failure.
He is gone after all. Sometimes even being in a vegetative state is a luxury. Life takes ten months to be born, but death is like an epiphyllum, fading overnight. I had no intention of writing a book, but I thought I would have to attend a funeral and miss people after seeing things, so I would not be able to update it. I stopped updating it yesterday, and I couldn’t stop for several days in a row, so I forced myself to finish the remaining half chapter.
The pace of society is getting faster and faster, and even the time for the deceased is not spared. The total of worship, cremation, and burial will not exceed three days. There is not much time left for me to grieve. The living still have to bear the burden and move forward. I try not to bring emotions into the book. Even if I write with tears, I will maintain the original style.
(End of chapter)