You asked me to change shifts, but I didn't say when I would do it. Now that Uncle Tai is back, she should leave.

But a hundred thousand merits cannot be lost.

Chang Bo:...

Usually he asks others for money, but now someone asks him for money.

Uncle Tai said, "Since you have collected the money, you should do it."

Ning Shu didn't move, but her eyes turned around and glanced at Uncle Tai, "I did it, 100,000 yuan at a time, I have done it once. Is there anything wrong with giving 100,000 yuan?"

Ning Shu spread her hands, "Isn't it right?"

Chang Bo didn't say anything, looked at Uncle Tai and the two of them, holding his arms beside him to watch the fun.

Uncle Tai frowned and looked a little impatient.

Ning Shu walked a few steps towards him and stood in front of him, "Can we reason? You stipulate 100,000 at a time, and they promised me 100,000. What's wrong with me?"

Ning Shu approached him again, and Uncle Tai took two steps back and stayed away from Ning Shu. He took a step back, and Ning Shu went further, "What's wrong with merits I want 100,000."

"Don't come over, it's disgusting." Uncle Tai warned.

Ning Shu took another step forward, "I'll come over, can you erase me? Come on."

"Come and kill me."

Chang Bo almost laughed out loud. It was the first time he saw someone coming up to die.

Uncle Tai pulled out his gun and pointed at Ning Shu's eyebrows, "I'm so annoyed and aggrieved. So what if I kill you?"

Ning Shu held the barrel and pressed his head, "Fire, actually, I want to test if I can do it?"

Uncle Tai pulled the trigger and shot indifferently. The black bullet penetrated Ning Shu's eyebrows, and there were bullet holes the size of a finger from the center of his eyebrows to the back of his head.

Through the head.

Ning Shu groaned, raised her head and touched her eyebrows, "It hurts so much!"

Although it hurts, the soul has not disintegrated.

Not dead?

The expression on Chang Bo's face began to be serious, and some of the onlookers looked here.

Seeing this, Uncle Tai looked surprised without any surprise on his face. He fired a second shot even if he could not kill him.

I guess I was annoyed at first, but now Ning Shu is like this, and I will be sorry for my unhappy mood if I don’t kill her.

When people are angry, it is normal to step on the caterpillar beside their feet.

Ning Shu squatted down and avoided the second shot. The feeling of the bullet penetrating his soul was so painful, stern and cold, and this feeling was not good.

I will not be foolish in taking the second shot. If the other party fires a few more shots, although I can be reborn, it will be bad if I have the will to be wiped out.

Ning Shu stood up, and a long sword condensed in his hand, shining with a cold luster.

Uncle Tai fired, Ning Shu dodged the bullet and slashed at Uncle Tai with his sword.

Close-up battles are not suitable for using guns. Uncle Tai's face is as cold as iron, and a black sword condensed in his hand. When the two swords collided, sparks were sparks.

The two swords were jingling and swallowing each other with all their might.

Ning Shu condensed a black long whip with his left hand, and quickly retreated, throwing the long whip out, trying to wrap Uncle Tai around and tie it up.

Uncle Tai stood still, waved his sword and cut off the long whip, and disappeared.

Ning Shu tsk twice. She was just too weak. Her soul could not provide energy at all. She would not die, but she was too forced to deal with Uncle Tai.

Being able to persevere until now, her own will to die has provided her with a lot of energy.

Ning Shu's hair was pressed against her face, with a solemn expression, allowing her sword to gather more power and rushed over with a fearless attitude as a cannonball.

Uncle Tai looked impatient, his body was as straight as a slack, standing still, and his movements were gently slashing the sword, lifting heavy weights as lightly, leisurely and calmly.

The power surged out from the sword head like a sword energy, like a trickle. It didn't look good outsiders, but Ning Shu, who was locked, felt the pressure doubled.

This force cut off Ning Shu's sword, cut through Ning Shu's face, and half of his face was injured.

If Ning Shu hadn't been hiding quickly, half of her head would have been cut off.

The wound will not heal for a while. What force is eroding the wound, preventing it from recovering, and devouring her soul.

Ning Shu touched his face, "Are you he actually hurting my face?"

The most unforgivable.

Onlookers watching the melon-eating crowd:...

It seems that the point is a bit wrong, why is the focus on the face?

Ning Shu touched her face and felt particularly distressed. The originally beautiful face had a big trace.

She looked in the mirror without any trouble, and looked at her face in a particularly good mood. It felt great to be awakened by her beauty.

Uncle Tai stared at Ning Shu. She should have been swallowed up. Finally, the smoke disappeared. He looked at Ning Shu and thought, and finally he looked clear.

Ning Shu condensed a lot of swords and rushed towards Uncle Tai.

Chang Bo felt that no matter how hard he continued to fight, it would delay the trouble, and the surrounding planes were easily implicated.

The most important thing is that both sides do not retreat and have no steps to go down, and I don’t know when to fight.

Chang Bo stood up as a peacemaker and stopped him in the middle and said, "There is nothing you can't say well, it's just one hundred thousand..." Before he finished speaking, he was knocked away by Ning Shu.

Uncle Tai raised his sword and chopped down at Ning Shu's head. Ning Shu resisted Uncle Tai's attack, condensed his sword with his other hand and stabbed him at Uncle Tai's heart.

Once he pierced into Zhengqing's heart, Zhengqing had nothing to do. He was weak at that time, but this time, the sword condensed with the will of death brought death and death.

Uncle Tai took two steps back and avoided Ning Shu's sword, while Ning Shu's head was blooming and was split in half.

Even so, Ning Shu was still not dead, it was just a pain. The pain was extremely real, and the pain of the craniotomy was very strong.

Ning Shu: My face!

Chang Bo, who was knocked away, looked at Ning Shu and then at Uncle Tai.

Ning Shu gave up on the fight, and it hurts so much that being pressed and beaten.

The foundation is too weak.

Slowly, Ning Shu's soul began to heal and gradually returned to complete, but the soul looked even weaker.

Ning Shu touched his head and face and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't walk around with her head.

She is not dead, but when it reaches the critical point, her will will be erased.

When it comes to the point of bearing, it is me who suffers, and I am not a match for Uncle Tai for the time being.

Chang Bo stopped in the middle again, "What's there to fight? I'm so angry. Everyone is in harmony and harmony, and it's a better tomorrow."

Of course, Ning Shu was full of anger. As for whether Uncle Tai was angry or not, he didn't know. Anyway, he felt uncomfortable now.

Uncle Tai said lightly: "Sometimes, immortality is not a lucky thing."

Ning Shu lifted her hair, "I have the final say whether it is lucky."

Of course she understood Uncle Tai's consciousness. If he was not dead, he would be tortured by others all the time, but he could not die. At this time, death became the most beautiful luxury.

Therefore, in order to avoid being tortured by himself, Ning Shu must become stronger.
Chapter completed!