Leaning on the wall weakly, Leng Yuze, what should I do?

The slight sound of this sound alarmed the man, he drank: "Who!" Immediately, countless people in black came out of the dark alley, and the water night ice that leaned against the wall.

Shimizu Yebing suddenly woke up, immediately in unison, flew up, kicked off the weapons of the man closest to her, and then rushed into the crowd and fought with it.

Silver hair flies wildly, and a pair of cold eyes release the murderous intention. At this moment, there is nothing else in the eyes of clear water night ice, only: those who move me, die!

At her feet, countless people in black were twisted around their necks, or they were kicked to break the whole body's lifeblood and died. Every man who fell into black was widened, and his face was dead.

Countless people in black fell, but more people in black came out. Looking at the increasing number of people, the bloodthirsty factors deep in the deep inside of Shimizu Yebing were inspired, and her movement began to accelerate.

There are more and more people in black.

Hand has no strength, his feet, and you can't lift it up. Over the passage of time, there are countless people who have died under Shimizu Yebing.

The jade hand reached into the collar of the windbreaker, with a loud sound, hundreds of silver needles, and the people around the black night ice were all overwhelmed. Everyone's eyebrows had a little blood red. The silver needle had already entered their bodies.

This batch of people in black fell, but there was another batch. The bottom of the eyes of Qingshui Yebing began to become a bit unpredictable. Are there any silver needles carried with them? Now, only ...

Mowing

He squatted down with his body, and Qingshui Yebing pulled out a dagger from the boots. The blade exudes silver light, with a gloomy atmosphere.

After holding the dagger, Shimizu Yebing rushed into the crowd again, and began to fight.

The splattered blood was contaminated on the white face of Shimizu Night Ice, and the slim trench coat was already bloody. In the eyes of Shimizu Yebing, there was only a blood red. When she saw the blood, she thought about it: Kill!

At this moment, Shimizu Yebing heard the man said to Park Junghai: "Boss, what should I do? The person we brought is the last batch!"

A bloodthirsty smile on the corner of the mouth, beautiful and moving, very good, this is the last last bit of residue!

From the beginning, he lowered his head, waiting for Park Jung Hai, who was waiting for the end of the storm. "Really, when will South Korea get a person who can kill even me?"
Chapter completed!