Throne of Shadows

"It's useless, I ran away just now." Sighing in frustration, Dongchen clenched his fists with a gloomy face: "Clean up here, and clean up the traces."

The flame and frost went back and forth twice, and it was impossible to leave any traces, not even an incorporeal soul.As an expert in soul, Dongchen will never let go of a possibility.

Take the bones and ashes, destroy the soul and destroy the soul.Looking at the clean ground, Christina shook the bag worriedly, and looked at Dongchen: "Why don't you throw it away? These things are too eye-catching. What if..."

"Keep it if you like it, maybe it will be useful someday."

Leaving fat stuff behind is dangerous, but rewards handsomely.Not to mention anything else, a single red wafer is worth thousands of dollars.Christina has stayed in the city for so many years, but she hasn't seen a few.

Now that he managed to get one, and caused great trouble for it, Dongchen naturally didn't want to give up easily.Besides, the value of these things is worth their risk.

People, sometimes you have to fight.

"Is it really okay?" Christina was still a little worried. The things in the bag were worth their money, but they were also a big bomb. If one was bad, everyone would have to finish it.

Dongchen nodded seriously: "Put them away, as long as you handle them carefully, it should be fine if you don't show up for a short time."

After cleaning the battlefield, the team continued to set off.

An Changli said that with the Fatty incident as the premise, Dongchen should restrain himself.But this lunatic not only did not restrain himself, but became even more rampant and ruthless.Just as the old saying goes, if you have too many debts, you don’t have to worry about it, and if you have too many lice, you don’t itch.In fact, Dongchen's real idea was just to muddy the water.

Suffrige and Vincent Matt beat their lives to death in the sky, and the survivors chased by the eighteen knights on the ground cried and howled.

No one knows exactly how many people came to the island.For a hundred years or so, the sooner the person who gets the key of destiny, the more people there may be under him.

These days, there will naturally be a group of younger brothers around powerful people.In order to survive, it is human nature to depend on the strong.Just like Fatty's father, Soraka Talon.This person is not only powerful in himself, but also has a bluffing identity. He is named Sanyo Consul in the federal government that exists in name only.

Apart from being depressed, Dongchen also felt a burst of pride when he met such an opponent with status, background and strength.regret?arrogance?No, it's just that I provoked it a little earlier.If possible, Dongchen even wants to send the federal government to hell.As for civilians?Humanity?That thing has nothing to do with him.

Dong Chen is a lunatic, a self-centered lunatic, except for the people he agrees with, Dong Chen doesn't care about the lives of others.

If he is in a good mood, Dongchen will choose to watch a movie.If he is in a bad mood, Dongchen will kill the two gangs of actors together.Just like now...

"Annie is blocking the way, Vegeta, come on!"

The pale forest made of skeletons suddenly rose into a piece of ice blue, and before the two gangs of fighting guys could understand it, the surroundings changed.

The snowflakes were dotted with crystals, and the half-meter-thick ice wall seemed fragile, but it was actually as strong as death.Although they could break through as long as they put in a lot of effort, Dongchen would not give them a chance.

"Kill and leave none."

The cursed cross sword Daiinslev slowly pulled out inch by inch.Dongchen stood on the spot, and the cold wind blew, and his clothes and hair flew away.

The bosses of the two parties, who were fighting half to death, looked at each other, and Qi Lu smiled wryly.

"Kill...kill him."

Depression has an end.If you don't break out in despair, you die in despair.

No matter how strong Dongchen's murderous intent is, no matter how strong his murderous intent is, it cannot be useful to everyone.There are those who are scared to pee their pants, and naturally there are those who are desperate.

The minions fired.

Dots of lasers shot through the phantom, no matter how good the weapon is, no one can use it.Dongchen's speed cannot be faster than the speed of light, but Dongchen can be faster than hand speed.

As long as you have good eyesight and judge the position of the muzzle, there is actually no difficulty in avoiding this kind of thing.

Dodge, draw the sword, blood splashes in the air.

The two gangs who were fighting for their lives just now were crazy. The devils who slashed and killed indiscriminately in front of them were too terrifying.

Take a look at the dark red blood-like streamer all over his body, look at the azure blue sparkle on his body, this guy is not a human, but a monster, a monster that kills people.

Every time the sword is swung, one life falls.

There is no need, Dongchen Jianjian, who is purely for killing, is deadly, throat, heart, dantian, any fatal place will come.This time, Dongchen did not choose to slash, but to stab.

Stabbing is different from the one-style chopping in the army.What is needed is precision, and what is needed is speed.

The blood-colored rose bloomed enchantingly, and the mournful cries of dying, embellished it so charmingly.

The little angel pursed her mouth foolishly: "Sister, so beautiful."

The art of killing, the perfect romance.Christina nodded in agreement, what Annie said was right, she was indeed very beautiful.Dongchen doesn't seem to be killing people now, but seems to be dancing.

A bloody dance that reaps life and faces death.

In this dance, blood spilled in the air, and the green leaves fluttered red.This dance, the sound is hoarse and miserable, and the residual leaves scream.

Final Dance·The streamer moves people, the wind does not move, and the sword comes out like a flower to kill people.

The flowers bloom and fade, and the sky is full of flowers, and it is another life to leave the world.The petals popped out between my fingers, and each piece died for thousands of years.

Maybe it's to look away, maybe it's to let it go, this time, Dongchen's heart no longer trembles after killing someone.

If someone sends a murderous intent, he will kill him immediately.Animals are alerted, and the sky and earth change color.But now, with the long sword bleeding and corpses lying all over the field, Dongchen's state of mind is still calm and calm, as if eating and sleeping.

Bujie, who followed silently, sighed and shook his head, and chanted the Pluto mantra in a low voice, worry gradually arose: "This son has been enlightened again and again, and from today on, he will no longer be bound by sentient beings, what should I do? What should I do?"

Turning around with a smile, putting the sword back into its sheath, Dongchen strolled back and hugged Annie lightly: "Little girl, are you scared?"

"No, brother, she's so beautiful." As if she wasn't afraid of the killing just now, Annie narrowed her eyes, and kissed Dongchen's face mischievously.

Wave!

"Brother, Annie is not a child, Annie is a little woman, yours." The soft voice whispered next to his ear was so captivating, and Dongchen's heart immediately swayed: "Little girl, please be beaten."

Two slaps on the arm, Annie looked at Dongchen with watery eyes, and bit her fingertips aggrievedly, making Dongchen's throat itchy uncontrollably.

This little girl's film is too attractive, when did she learn it?

As Dongchen's woman, and she's so close, how could Christina fail to see the anomaly between the two guys, one big and one small? Feet: "What's next?"