MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 9

Xuan Yuan's first reaction was: "Fat girl, go out and notify the field staff downstairs."

Ping Qianru answered plainly: "Director Xiao has notified, you can rest assured."

Xuan Yuan: "..."

In less than fifteen minutes, in case Xiao Zheng and his waste field did not catch the curse man, here is the front line facing the big demon head, which is equivalent to guarding a bomb / bomb.

Xuan Yuan said that the key point was to "go out." In order to prevent dog blood conversations like "you go quickly" and "no, I can't leave you", she specially arranged a task as an excuse for her to escape. When conscience rests.

Whenever she is a little smart, she should know that she should go down the donkey and run away.

But this fat girl didn't know anything about it, and comforted him: "Sister Bi has been working for almost 30 years. She is still in the second line of the Ministry of Security. She is experienced and will definitely be fine! Hold on, we can win . "

Keep your head steady! Contemporary youth can ruin the game!

"I'm letting you go out," Xuanyu couldn't care about the circuitous, "don't get in my way because it's useless!"

"Xuan ..."

"Shut up, get out!"

The thick white fog outside the window poured into the broken window, the broken glass shivered, and "flapping" rang, probably covering Ping Qianru's footsteps when he left.

The fat girl outside really lost her voice.

The surroundings were very quiet, and Sheng Lingyuan suddenly asked, "Are you Qingping Secretary?"

"The Qingping Division was gone more than 700 years ago." Xuan Yuan said with a movement in his heart, "Do you know the Qingping Division?"

Sheng Lingyuan said, "Ah", his expression suddenly felt a little hesitant. His gaze radiated from the mist, as if reminiscing the faint past: "Isn't it a thousand years ... there are some impressions. You have been a kid since childhood. Raise it, otherwise why would such innate spirits work for mortals? "

"What's innate, it's long gone," Xuan Dai replied unclearly, seemingly acquiesced in the statement of being "raised by others," and then asked, "You ... say 'mortal' for a while, then say 'You demons,' so you are ... "

When he said this, his voice broke, and he breathed a few breaths, exhausted, and then reluctantly continued his voice: "What are you? Fairy?"

"How can there be a **** in the world? God is nothing but a man's trust." Sheng Lingyuan paused, and after a while, he said softly, "Me? I'm probably a man's delusion ... Oh, it's been too long, I don't remember Now. "

Xuan Ye had no strength, his voice was very low, slang-like, Sheng Lingyuan's speech was tepid, and the two of them talked at the last time before the turn of the night, but they seemed very calm.

In comparison, Xiao Zheng is much more thrilling.

The several live "donkeys" who broke into the Abyss Grand Canyon illegally were on their way to a resettlement site. Bi Chunsheng and Xiao Li of the local branch office took care of them.

The driver was driving steadily, Xiao Li was drowsy on the co-pilot, and his eyes did not open when he received the call.

The wounded were all asleep in the back compartment. Older sister Bi Chunsheng quilted the wool quietly beside them. Xiao Li rubbed it vigorously on her face, and gave a sleepy glance at the caller ID: "Hey, Team Zhang, I'm about to get them to the resettlement station, and soon ... "

A colleague on the phone interrupted him: "Xiao Li, listen to me quietly."

Xiao Li only heard two sentences, and the whole person was excited. At this moment, a passing car passed by them, the lights swept over, and the young field intern held the phone and glanced stiffly at the rear view. mirror.

He met a pair of eyes in the pale headlights-the moustache leader in the rear compartment did not know when he woke up, a pair of black and white eyes were looking at him, and Bi Chunsheng next to him counted unconsciously Knitted buckle on the wool.

Xiao Li's cold sweat came down.

The colleague on the phone lowered his voice: "Go forward, don't show your feet, I have been informed of the resettlement point, our people are lying in the doorway, don't panic, don't be scared."

Xiao Li bit her tongue sharply, trying to pretend to be indifferent: "Ah ... OK, I know Zhang team."

But his voice was too tight, and in the end, it broke.

Oops.

At this time, Bi Chunsheng looked up and looked at him with a puzzled look: "Xiao Li caught a cold?"

Xiao Li just worked, and for the first time out of the task, was forced to spend a car with the poor suspect, the calf of his calf has begun to twitch, and Bi Chunsheng showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Oh, what did the older sister say? As soon as you get in the car, let you close the windows and windows, don't listen! Is it blowing? Don't listen to the old man, don't lose money!" Bi Chunsheng counted him. These people, you go back to rest quickly-how far is it? "

Xiao Li Yiyi, secretly went to see Bi Chunsheng, seeing her eyes narrowed, and exchanged a wink with him.

She sees something wrong!

"Ah, right away!" Xiao Li cleared her throat and said to Zhang team on the phone, "There is another intersection, I can already see that building."

Bi Chunsheng's face didn't show any clues, while pulling the wool, he pushed the "donkey friends" awake: "Wake up, almost coming."

Then, like a worried old mother, she took out a box of wet tissues from her pocket and distributed it to those people: "Wipe your face, wake up, don't blow a cold."

At 10.52, the car slowly drove across the intersection and drove into the resettlement place. Xiao Li looked at the plain clothes outside the door guarded by eyes, and the sweat of his palm made him almost unable to hold his cell phone.

"Get off slowly," Bi Chunsheng first stood up, grabbed the female anchor with the broken leg first, and pushed out the most inconvenient action. "Let the injured person go first, Xiao Li, hold the hand, help Everyone. "

Xiao Li's muscles were stretched to the extreme, she bit her teeth tightly, took over the female anchor, and pulled her out like a robber.

"Hey," the anchorwoman with the broken leg was dragged by him, "you lightly! What are you doing!"

"Take it lightly," Bi Chunsheng's gaze shot out from behind the flower mirror, and said to Xiao Li, "don't panic."

Then, she busied the other people off the bus, unconsciously or unconsciously, and kept blocking the moustache.

Xiao Li Yuguang glimpsed, and the plainclothes at the reception site began to approach this side.

Bi Chunsheng pushed the last person out of the car. It seemed as if he had just found the moustache: "Hey, why is this still a bit, come on down."

As she said, she was about to jump out of the car, as if to make room for the moustache.

The field crews have moved--

Between the flashes of fire, the moustache suddenly felt something, his face was fierce. When Bi Chunsheng jumped down, he grabbed her back and neck, and lifted the thin middle-aged woman alive, and dragged it into the car , Hold her neck tightly.

"do not come!"

"Do not move!"

Bi Chunsheng's reading glasses were knocked off and forced to stand up. The moustache had a cheeky face, and a large sacrifice began to appear on his naked / exposed neck and face. He pinched Bi Chunsheng all over himself, blocking his own neck and neck, and exposed only one crazy eye.

At 10.56, the two sides froze.

"I strangle her ... strangle her! You try ... try!" Moustache dragged Bi Chunsheng and began to shrink back into the car. Bi Chunsheng opened his mouth hard and was about to say something. The moustache was fierce. Grounding her neck, she caught her trachea. Bi Chunsheng's face suddenly turned red, and his feet off the ground were struggling fiercely, and the moustache said sadly, "I know what your special ability is, close your mouth."

"What about snipers?"

"No, I can't find the angle. The hostages blocked him!"

Xiao Li anxiously said, "Isn't that a‘ Silver Bullet ’that automatically dodges ordinary people?”

"The logistic **** is not an ordinary person. Mithril Bullets can't distinguish them!"

Ten fifty-six minutes fifty-nine seconds ... fifty-seven.

Every second that the second hand moves forward is like urging.

Fifty-seven minutes ten seconds, fifty-seven minutes twenty seconds--

"Director Xiao, the person in charge at the scene asks if you ..."

"what?"

"Why ... uh ... whether ..."

Whether to decide to sacrifice an ordinary worker who has retired to the second line to interrupt this sad and gloomy sacrifice.

At this time, the headquarters building of the Exotic Control Bureau was brightly lit, and all the attention in the conference room of the headquarters fell on the general dispatcher Xiao Zheng. The heads of the branch offices were waiting for his order.

They all want him to take care of the overall situation, but they will all be sad.

10.58: 50

"Director Xiao, one more minute!"

Xiao Zheng finally unavoidable: "You ..."

Just then, Bi Chunsheng's struggling hands suddenly drew **** and made a vague gesture on the field.

"Wait! Sister Bi has signaled that the target has been hit."

Fifty-nine minutes and twenty seconds, the female anchor who had been hiding behind the field suddenly shakes twice, then fell to the ground, and soon, several other "donkey friends" fell down one after another like her. Unconscious.

Xiao Li opened her eyes wide—the pack of wet tissues that Bi Chunsheng handed them!

Thirty seconds, the moustache also froze obviously. At this moment, Bi Chunsheng, who seemed to have no strength to slam himself, curled up and slammed back.

The moustache moaned in pain, grabbed Bi Chunsheng's hair, and the two scuffled in a small space.

Forty-five seconds, Bi Chunsheng shouted hoarsely: "You're out of energy!"

With her voice, Moustache's hands loosened consciously, and then he snarled. The facial features had been distorted like humans, strangling Bi Chunsheng's throat as hard as possible.

Ten, nine, eight ...

That's too late!

At that moment, the truck suddenly started. I saw a field hauling around to the front of the car suddenly grabbing a wheel, his hands turned into a pair of bear paws, he "snapped" a throat, a few heavy Chinese bus The car was dragged by his hand, shaking a bit.

The mustache, which was originally at the end of the crossbow, suddenly lost its balance.

Five or four ...

At the last moment, Moustache braced the door and dying.

He exhausted his last strength and lifted Bi Chunsheng!

two……

At this moment, a sweater needle flew out of thin air and pierced into the mustache's vein, and the mustache screamed.

One!

Bi Chunsheng landed on the ground, rolled away, and couldn't breathe coughing--a silver bullet was embedded in the mustache's brows.

It's time to come!

The silver bullet exploded, and the entire body of the moustache was engulfed in burning silver.

For a moment, everyone was quiet.

Until a voice broke the silence of the headquarters of the Exorcism Bureau.

"Director Xiao, the child is alive, his vital signs are stable, and he is going to be sent to a low-greenhouse operation."

Xiao Zheng shook the whole person.

Caught up!

At the scene, Xiao Li knelt down on the ground—his special ability has always been a chicken rib, and he can only move some small objects from space. Although he is in the field, he can only do some auxiliary work in the place.

This is the first time in his life that he has successfully attacked others, and the entire person has been relieved.

Bi Chunsheng's breath hadn't been reversed, and he couldn't speak on the ground, and gave him a thumb from a distance.

At the same time, at the Abyss Hospital, Xuan Yuan, who had no concept of time, felt his chain move slightly.

Did the midnight come? What's the situation now?

At this time, he heard a sudden voice outside the door: "Director Xuan! We have successfully killed the spellcaster!"

Xuan Yuan said: "Why haven't you left yet! Didn't you say you don't get in the way?"

Ping Qian said blankly, "But where are you, where can I go, Director Xuan? Even Lao Luo is on standby under the building ..."

Xuan Yuan: "You ..."

A flash of thought flashed between the flashes of fire, and something was wrong.

But he couldn't catch it-because the next moment he heard a chuckle.

Xuan Yuan's brain was too late to react, and the man had instinctively retreated to the corner.

In the white mist and chains, the blood-stained white robe of Sheng Lingyuan, the demon's head, instantly covered with sacrifices, and the dense sacrifices made him look like he was wearing a cloak.

The iron cord tied to him couldn't help shaking.

Ping Qianru was struggling to come in, and saw this scene at a glance, scared to kneel: "Wait! Why is he still! Immolation ... Isn't the sacrificial failure a failure?"

Sheng Lingyuan laughed lowly, and then, trapped on him, the chains collapsed. For a moment, powerful energy burst out from him, and the tiny ice coagulated in the mist formed a knife and slammed into all directions.

The glass in the hospital building was broken, and a huge black vortex rose from the air, swept away all the looming stars, the clouds covered the roof, and the lightning flashed and thundered.

As far as my eyes are concerned, all the street lights are like candles that have been swept by the wind, and a large area of ​​silence has gone down. The dormant birds in the Grand Canyon are intolerable, and flee into the air frantically in groups. Arrived at the corner, he could no longer support, and knelt on the ground.

However, the expected Wanjian penetrating heart did not arrive.

One hand caught his back, and he was caged into a dark wide sleeve, and those frozen arrows passed over him, leaving a thrilling murder.

Then, a bizarre scent awoke his scent of dying from freezing-completely out of touch with this scene, the smell smelled clean, warm and luxurious.

Reminiscent of a palace that is warm as spring in a snowy night.

"I'm really ..." Sheng Lingyuan flicked his sleeves, shook off the ice on his hand, and gently protected the little demon who was still immature. He sighed and said, "Look at you all." 2k Read novel