Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

You let me change the shift, but I didn't say when I want to do it. Now that the uncle is back, she should leave.

But 100,000 merits can not be less.

Chang Bo:...

Usually he asks for money from others, and now someone asks for money.

Uncle said: "Since you have received the money, you should do it."

Ning Shu did not move, but the eyeball turned and looked at the uncle. "I did it, once 100,000, I have already done it. What is wrong with 100,000?"

Ning Shu spread his hand, "Is it wrong?"

Chang Bo did not speak, looked at the uncle and the two, holding his arms around to watch the fun.

Uncle frowned, his face was a little impatient.

Ning Shu walked a few steps toward him and stood in front of him. "Can we tell the truth? You have set a hundred thousand at a time, and they have promised me 100,000. Where can I do it wrong?"

Ning Shu was close to him, and the uncle stepped back two steps away from Ningshu. He took a step back and Ning Shu went further. "I want 100,000 merits."

"Don't come over, disgusting." Uncle warned.

Ning Shu took another step forward. "I will come over, can you kill me, kill me, come on."

"You come to kill me."

Changbo almost laughed and lived for so long. The first time I saw someone rushing to death.

Uncle pulled out the gun and confronted Ning Shu’s eyebrows. "It’s really annoying and grievances. How can I kill you?"

Ning Shu took the barrel and held his head. "Just shoot, actually I want to test if I will?"

The uncle pulled the trigger and his face was shot indifferently. The black bullet penetrated Ning Shu's eyebrows. From the eyebrow to the back of the head, there was a bullet hole of the size of the finger.

Through the head.

Ning Shu snorted and raised his head and touched his eyebrows. "It hurts, it hurts!"

Although it hurts, the soul is not broken.

not dead?

The expression on Changbo’s face began to be serious, and some of the onlookers looked at this side.

Uncle saw this, there was no horror on his face, and he shot a second shot without a shot.

Estimated to be annoying, now Ning Shu, do not kill are sorry for their unhappy feelings.

When a person is angry, it is normal for a caterpillar to step on the flat foot.

Ningshu’s body went down and avoided the second shot. The bullet’s feeling of penetrating the soul was too painful, but it was cold, and this feeling was not good.

Will not be stupid to bear the second shot, in case the other side opened a few more shots, although they can be born again, but the will is not good.

Ning Shu stood up and condensed a long sword on his hand, flashing the cold luster.

Uncle opened the gun, Ning Shu escaped the bullet, while slashing the sword toward the uncle.

The close-range fighting is not suitable for guns. The uncle's face is cold and iron-like, and the black sword is condensed in the hand. The two swords collide and sparkle.

The slamming sound, the two swords devour the other with the greatest power.

Ning Shu's left hand condensed a black long whip, and his body shape retreated quickly. He smashed the long whip and tied the uncle.

Uncle stood still, and with a sword, he broke the long whip and disappeared.

Ning Shu snorted two times, she is too weak, and now the soul can not provide energy, it will not die, but against the uncle too reluctant.

Can persist until now, the death will itself provides her with a lot of energy.

Ning Shu broken hair posted on the face, looks solemn, let his sword condense more power, rushed past the cannonball-like fearless gesture.

Uncle's look is impatient, his body is straight and loose, standing still, his movements are softly stroked, and the weight is light and leisurely.

Power is like a sword from the sword head, such as trickling, outsiders look not very good, but the locked Ning Shu feels pressure multiplier.

This force cut off Ning Shu's sword, scratching Ning Shu's face, half of his face was hurt.

If Ning Shu did not hide quickly, half of his head would be cut off.

The wound will not heal for a while, and there is no power to eat the wound, prevent the wound from recovering, and devour her soul.

Ning Shu touched his face. "You actually hurt my face."

The most unforgivable.

Onlookers eat melons:...

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

Ning Shu touched his face, especially distressed, the original good face, there is a big trace.

She had nothing to look in the mirror, and she looked very good in her face. It was awesome to be awake by herself.

Uncle Tai stared at Ning Shu, she should be swallowed, and finally disappeared, he looked at Ning Shu, thinking, and finally looked good.

Ning Shu condensed a lot of swords and rushed toward the uncle.

Chang Bo felt that he would fight again, delay things, and the surrounding planes were easily implicated.

The most important thing is that the two sides do not regress, there is no step, do not know when to hit.

Chang Bo stood up in the identity of the matter and said in the middle: "What can't be said well, it's not 100,000..." He said that he had not finished talking and was directly smashed by Ning Shu.

Uncle lifted his sword and cut it against Ning Shu’s head. Ning Shu resisted the attack of Uncle, and the other hand condensed the sword and tied it to the heart of Uncle.

Once in the heart of Zhengqing, Zhengqing did not have anything. At that time, he was weak, but this time, the sword condensed with the will of death, with death and death.

Uncle took two steps back and avoided the sword of Ningshu, and Ning Shu’s head blossomed and was split in half.

Even so, Ning Shu still does not die, it is pain, the pain is very real, the pain of craniotomy is very strong.

Ning Shu: My face!

The uncle who was knocked open, look at Ning Shu, and look at the uncle.

Ning Shu gave up the battle, and it was really painful to be crushed by people.

The foundation is too weak.

Slowly, Ningshu’s soul began to heal and gradually recovered. The soul seemed to be weaker.

Ning Shu touched his head and face and breathed a sigh of relief, but he still had to go around with his head.

She is not dead, but at the tipping point, her will will be erased.

When I get to the point of acceptance, I am suffering from myself. I am not an uncle’s opponent for the time being.

Chang Bo once again stopped in the middle. "What is good to fight, the fire is so big, everyone is harmonious and harmonious, it is a beautiful tomorrow."

The fire, of course, there is Ning Shu's stomach, as for the uncle, there is no gas, I don't know, anyway, my heart is not comfortable now.

Uncle Tai faintly said: "Sometimes not dead is not a lucky thing."

Ning Shu licks his hair. "I am lucky if I am lucky."

Of course, she understands the uncle's consciousness. If she is not dead, if she is poor, she will be tortured, but she will not die. At this time, death has become the most beautiful luxury.

Therefore, in order to avoid being hurt and tormented, Ningshu must be strong.

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