Doomsday Sanctuary

"His grandmother, this Liu Qingjiang is too cunning, so he was fooled!"

Hei Biao walked out of the Jiangyuan Hotel and turned around and took a bitter speech.

"Brother Biao, do you want to make friends with these two people too?"

The black-faced strong man asked with a puzzled look.

"Oh! I missed it, it’s all because I hesitated... if it’s done early, it’ll be fine... Oh forget it, let’s get back quickly, and I will report this to the boss!"

Heihu's intestines are all regretful. He has always been cautious, but this time he was too cautious and missed the opportunity to make friends with the strong.

The group hurriedly left the Jiangyuan Hotel. He wanted to tell the boss about Lin Junhao. He believed that after tonight, Lin Junhao's strength would be spread throughout, and the ranking of the forces in Jiangning City would be changed.

Huang Mao and Crooked Mouth didn’t know how they got out of Jiangyuan Hotel. Both of them’s legs were shaking, and their hearts are still cold. They watched Huang Butcher being dragged out like a dog to death. For a time they thought He was going to die too, but didn't expect Jiang Yuan to let them go.

Huang Mao looked back at Jiangyuan Hotel, his eyes blurred, Huang Butcher finally died.

Since Huang Tufu snatched his sister, he was thinking about killing Huang Butcher all the time, but he didn't have a chance, but this time he let him seize the opportunity and killed Huang Butcher in one fell swoop.

But he was not very happy, his feet were heavy, and he didn't know how to go back to face his once innocent sister.

"Hey...Huang Mao, okay...Yeah, Huang...The butcher is dead... now, all the power... ..... We are!"

Crooked mouth walked out a few hundred meters away from Jiangyuan Hotel, seemed to regain his courage, suddenly heheyin smiled.

Not only did he speak crookedly, but he also stammered. He and Iron Head belonged to Huang Butcher's capable men, and he was also an awakened one. He was always pressed by Huang Butcher. The good things were all dominated by Huang Butcher. He was dissatisfied a long time ago. The mind of a dead butcher.

He had been watching Qingming before, Huang Mao, this kid was completely in Yin Huang Butcher, and now Huang Butcher was slaughtered by Jiang Yuanhui people, and Huang Butcher's everything belongs to him.

"what?"

Huang Mao recovered a little at this time and looked at him a little uneasy.

"Hey! Don't... be afraid, I don't... will... kill you, I will mix with...I, I don't... Will... treat you badly, your...sister...it hurts from me...!"

He looked at Huang Mao with a crooked look and smiled.

"you......"

Huang Mao suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the crooked mouth with an incredible expression, his eyes full of terror.

"Your sister...sister, legs...really white, no...okay, I will go back now... if I am... Do... your sister!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he got, his eyes flashing green with excitement, the corners of his mouth were drooling, he pushed the yellow hair away, turned and left.

Huang Mao's face turned pale, and he looked at the back of Crooked Mouth in a daze. The next moment, he seemed to come back to his senses. He suddenly stared at the back of Crooked Mouth with a sullen face, and suddenly pulled out the short knife at his waist crazy. Pounced on it.

"you wanna die!"

Hearing the movement, the crooked mouth suddenly turned around, staring fiercely at the pounced yellow hair, and pulled out the machete to slash towards the yellow hair.

But suddenly he felt his body stiff, and a terrifying force came and pressed him tightly. He couldn't even move, as if he was frozen, his mouth opened wide and his eyes were full of panic.

puff!

He watched as Huang Mao’s short knife plunged into his heart, but he could only watch, the cold blade entered his body, a tingling pain came, he suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth. There was a terrible roar, but no sound came out, as if someone had covered his mouth.

"Deadly......"

Huang Mao frantically stabbed Weizui with a knife in his chest, like a lunatic, and he could only watch the cold blade pierce his body again and again, blood gushing, but he couldn't move.

In a short while, the eyes of the crooked mouth gradually dimmed, his head crooked and his breath died, and only then did the invisible energy that controlled him disappear, and his corpse slowly fell.

Huang Mao threw himself on the crooked mouth with too much force. Only then did he react to this. He stared blankly at the **** crooked mouth that fell to the ground, and then looked at the blood-stained man with a sharp knife hand.

"Ah!" He let out a scream, got up and ran as if he had seen a ghost, stumbled like drunk, and disappeared into the darkness for a while.

At this time, the security guards in Jiangyuan Hotel heard the movement and quickly rushed out of a few people. They saw the crooked mouth lying in a pool of blood, and looked at each other for a while, wondering what happened.

Already in a luxurious private room, Di Ping, who was quietly drinking tea with a teacup, raised the corner of his mouth, with a slight smile on his face.