Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 943 It's You Running Too Slowly

Cold sweat broke out on the bloody handsome guy's head in pain, but he still clenched his teeth and looked at Ning Mei angrily: "Didn't you say you gave us 5 minutes to escape? It's less than 4 minutes now!"

Ning frowned and shrugged: "I meant to give you five minutes to escape, but I didn't say that I would not chase you within these five minutes.

And I also said it clearly, right? If you can run away within 5 minutes, then I will let you live, but look, now you didn’t run away within 5 minutes, so it’s not my violation?Alas, if you want to blame, blame you for running too slowly. "

"you!!"

The handsome Western guy really didn't expect Ning Mei to be so despicable that he would play this kind of word game. He was angry and scared for a while, and suddenly took out a pistol from his waist to shoot Ning Mei.

"Hey, you didn't turn into a vampire when I was playing with guns."

Ning Mei returned the gun with a gun, she drew the gun and fired faster than the handsome guy in the west, and her posture was chic enough to make ignorant boys and girls scream again and again.

Moreover, Ning Mei shot the bullet into a place within 0.01 deviation from the vampire's vitals, as long as the handsome western guy moved a little, maybe the bullet would hit his vitals and kill him directly.

"I don't know if vampires like you are afraid of the sun? Otherwise, you can stay here and watch the sunrise. Haha, if you are lucky enough and your companions come to save you, then you can tell them not to bother you all the time." The adults.

You know, Master Zhizhi has really turned black recently, and his temper is quite bad. Don't let all your companions hang up when the time comes, then those of us who come here as guests will also feel embarrassed. Am I right?
Okay, that's enough, you wait here for a while, sister, I'm going back to have supper with Mr. Zhi. "

As Ning Mei said, she leaped down from the tens of floors of the rooftop, her body was as light as a lively butterfly.

But the handsome Western-blooded man was lying there, his heart was filled with darkness.

Companions or something, that is something that only winners have.

Then he began to regret that he had relied too much on guns all these years, and had neglected the training of fist fights-it was all because Tokyo was a paradise enough for vampires to relax and relax.

When he complained about himself for no more than 5 minutes, a team in black uniforms with an H embroidered on the collar and cuffs appeared on the rooftop.

With a blunt sound of "poof", the handsome Western blood clan was wiped out in ashes.

(End of this chapter)