However, he is just an eighth-level psychic, and no matter how fast he is, he can't escape the twelve-level hymn.

Just when he was about to be caught up, Xu Qi turned around and fired at Mouhui again, but the bullets of this shot seemed to be shot straight into the snow.

Mouhui felt a stagnant in his heart, and inexplicably felt that he wanted to stop.

Unexpectedly, his idea came too late. I don’t know how the bullet rebounded and actually popped out of the snow and hit his leg.

The center of gravity suddenly shifted, and Mouhui forced himself to stand and look straight and tie his wounds tightly without looking to prevent excessive blood loss.

The legs were violently charged, and in the blink of an eye he rushed directly in front of Xu Qi.

Xu Qi subconsciously raised his gun to block it, but he didn't expect that he could only hear a "click" sound of the gun being broken into two by Mouhui.

He is a power-based psychic? He was secretly surprised and suspicious. Xu Qi threw the destroyed gun to the ground, took out the pistol on his waist and put it on the safe at an extremely fast speed, and shot Mouhui again.

Unexpectedly, Mu Hui raised his arm and blocked it. When the bullet hit his arm, it made a "buzzing" sound of metal collision, and the flattened black shell fell silently into the snow.

Mouhui's hands, which were harder than iron, grabbed Xu Qi's neck and hit his head hard against the wall next to him.

The wall was knocked out of a shallow depression, and Xu Qi's face suddenly became bloody and bloody.

"Own strengthening system?" His head hung weakly and hummed weakly, "This is a rare supernatural ability."

"Why did you kill that child?" Mhui asked coldly while pinching Xu Qi's neck.

"That child?" Xu Qi seemed to laugh, "He was originally ours, and it is up to us to decide whether he died or lived."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes looked at Xu Qi with hatred. He tried hard to break Xu Qi's neck in his hand, but suddenly he felt an extremely dangerous feeling.

He threw away Xu Qi and subconsciously went back a few steps.

The hairs all over his body stood up at this moment, and his eyes stared at the man who appeared silently on his left, and he actually felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

The man was wearing a pure black windbreaker, with pale and almost transparent skin without any blood.

The dark eyes are deeper and calm without turbulence.

He was holding a man wrapped in a cloak in his arms. His petite and slender figure should be a woman.

Xu Qi, who was thrown away, covered his wound that was about to be frozen, stood up and smiled, "If you don't kill Ye Wuchen, how can you lead you here?"

Tune the tiger away from the mountain!

Miaohui suddenly opened her eyes wide, turned around and was about to return to Yu Ruoshui, but she didn't expect that her body was locked by something and could not move at all.

The air around seemed to have an extremely strange twist under the naked eye, and then his body seemed to be twisted.

Arose in fear in his heart, and Mohui subconsciously used his superpower to harden his whole body, and used all his strength to escape from this twisted range.

But even so, his injured leg was still twisted into blood foam and shattered between the snow.

The blood is soaked with pure snowflakes, which only makes people feel dazzling.

"You don't have to hurry back. We don't want to hurt Yu Ruoshui." Noticed Mohui's disadvantages, Xu Qi leaned against the wall and mocked him weakly. The smile on his bloody face became more and more strange, "At least not now."

If they move Yu Ruoshui now, they will definitely anger Yu Jueying completely. Under the pressure of the highest leader in the south, even Qin Feng, who is in the handover city, will definitely not be able to resist.

Miaohui gritted her teeth, knelt in the snow and breathed heavily, staring at Mo Wen and Xu Qi's eyes vigilant and murderous intent.

Unexpectedly, Mo Wen could escape from his locking range. He smiled habitually and pointed it at him again to release his supernatural powers.

It seemed that he felt that he had no chance of escaping. Mouhui hardened his whole body and rushed towards Mo Wen from the front regardless of it, as if he was planning to burn both jade and stone.

Unfortunately, his body was disconnected from his brain when he was more than one meter away from Mo Wen, and he burst out pieces of flesh and blood like blooming fireworks.

Mo Wen likes to kill people, but he has no interest in torture people. Unless it is a special situation, he will usually kill one blow.

This is completely different from Zui Wuye. Zui Wuye prefers to torture people. Most of his lives are forced to die when they are tortured. Sometimes Zui Wuye has no intention of killing at all, but he can enjoy torture people to death.

So at this time Mo Wen locked it up and stopped Mo Hui, who was undoubtedly dead.

He subconsciously closed his eyelids, but in the outside world that his eyes finally touched, he saw Yu Lan's expressionless face.

Su Eune.

The name that suddenly popped up in his mind evoked his long-clogged memory, reminding him of a woman who was in a messy but still smiling confidently in the once sultry rain forest.

"Brothers, I'm here to save you."

The sound of clear Yue is even more pleasant than the sound of birds singing, like the cool breeze in midsummer.

Mo Wen was a little unhappy when Ma Hui stared at Yu Lan before he died. He slightly covered Yu Lan's eyes and slashed the only head with his feet.

He raised his foot and wiped the blood stains on the soles of his feet under the snow, and then he turned around and returned.

"Boss..."

Soon he found himself left here, Xu Qi covered his head with a bloody wound and smiled bitterly.

Knowing that he couldn't stay here for a long time, he held the wall and walked forward step by step with a staggering wall.

There was no sound in the snow, and the crying of a baby could be heard from a distance, but it made the place feel quieter.

Chang Li, who had witnessed everything, raised his head from the eaves, his eyes were completely red.

The dead man lying in the snow was his comrade who had fought side by side with him.

Just then, he saw Yu Ruoshui coming here quickly, and he lowered his head and hid himself again.

Yu Ruoshui, who noticed something was wrong, rushed over at full speed but was still one step late. She looked at the corpse of the body that could no longer be seen, and her expression became a little ferocious.

She didn't bother to collect the body for Mouhui, and she ran towards her hotel as if she suddenly thought of something.

From beginning to end, she didn't even show any sadness, only a kind of annoyance after being frustrated with self-confidence.

When he poked his head out of the eaves again, Changli's expression was a little cold, and he felt heartbroken about Ruoshui's attitude.

He knew Mohui's loyalty. If he knew that he had only changed to such an ending without a complete corpse after his death, would he regret it?

"Doesn't you go to work together?" Chang Li lowered his eyes with a self-deprecating look, jumped into the snow and picked up Mouhui's body piece by piece with his hands.

"The way to go to tm is different and not to work together."
Chapter completed!