Ultimate Assassin System

Climbing up from the bed, his brain seemed to be stuffed with a thousand kilograms of mud and water, and it was extremely heavy.

He sat idly for a while, his eyes were empty, and it was only after the hull trembled again that his rigid thoughts began to flow thickly, telling Borg how he was awakened ...

An annoyed hammered bed, but a murmur of dissatisfaction, turned to look, a half-naked woman confusedly pulled the blanket, slid down and slept again, revealing a large white greasy back ... Who is this?

Looking at it sloppily, Borg rubbed his brain, faintly remembering that this seemed to be his cousin, a cousin next to his family. If you recognize your identity, it doesn't matter what name it is, Jenny, Shirley, Mesa ... who knows?

What, incest? Oh, who cares. The aristocracy was very happy with this hand, not to mention, I am the direct heir of the family, they came to the door automatically, who blame?

Turning these boring thoughts, Borg retracted his gaze and licked his lips subconsciously, as if, a little hungry ...

"Cuckoo ..." With a thought, hunger became stronger, and the lower abdomen made a few sounds of wanting to eat. Frowning, Borg turned his head again, reached out and groped on the wooden table beside the bed, the vase? Can't eat, throw away ... silk panties, red? Disgusting colors, throw away ... Is this?

Looking at the thick cigarette in front of him, Borg grinned and smiled happily. He greedily stuffed it into his mouth and bite it a few times, and then he thought of the igniting.

"Huh ..." He spit out a long plume of smoke and snorted. Borgton felt much more comfortable, and the whole portrait floated. The previous heaviness suddenly disappeared. Then he felt the lower abdomen, and seemed to be hungry.

He put on a shirt and went down barefoot to find it. Cigarette butts, all kinds of underwear, dried wine cans ... There are many things, very complicated, the floor of the room is spread everywhere, but there is no food.

"Damn ..." Borg hesitated, cursing, scratching his messy hair. Still staggering towards the door.

Pushing the door, muttering dissatisfied, "I'm hungry, what about someone ... my **** hungry ..." Immediately, in the light of darkness, a familiar face like a nightmare came into view.

"It's you, Borg."

Sighed. Oh, thick cigarettes fell off the floor, and Borg blinked his weak eyes and suddenly smiled: "Hehe, you are here, you are here again ... hallucinations. All hallucinations ..."

Gaze shifted slightly, and saw Enoch nailed to the wall again, and unconsciously pursed his lips. "Uncle ... smokes more, smokes more ..."

The hallucinations glanced up and down. Came over with a strong **** smell, as the distance approached. Nightmare faces became clearer. Borg stepped back unconsciously, waved his hand, and smiled nervously, "Hehe, how are you going to kill me this time ... you can't kill me, it will always be like this ... you are an illusion, I am not afraid of you ... "

The hallucinations came to him, leaning over, picking up the thick cigarettes on the ground, staring at each other for a few seconds, frowning, pressing against his chest.

Alas, the smell of caramel, intense pain spread from the chest to the whole body instantly, "Ah ..." A scream, the sense of flutter in Borg's brain instantly disappeared, and the free eyes finally gradually condensed.

Turned to escape, slammed, hit the wooden door, and fell heavily to the ground. Still, the great fear in his heart made him reach for the ground and climb into the room.

"Awake?" Throwing away the cigarette, Tang En squatted in front of him and asked blandly.

First, he nodded subconsciously, then shook his head again and again, and finally dared not look up at this ordinary and bland face, and murmured, "You can't kill me, you dare not kill me ... my father will not let you go The Temple of Light will not let you go, no one will let you ... "

Shaking his head slightly, Tang En looked at the crawling maggots in front of him, but he couldn't connect with the impulsive Borg in the previous impression. Rubbing my eyebrows, I felt a bit absurd. Was this the person who reported me? Caused me to be completely wanted by the entire continent, and the Grey Army collapsed?

"You look like this ..." Tang En wanted to say something, but at last he just sighed and reached out to Borg's neck. "Let's die ..."

Clicking, Borg subconsciously grasped the palm of Tang En's wrist, and the boundless darkness struck.

He got up, threw Borg's body back into the house, covered the door, and Tang En couldn't help but hang a few bitter smiles. Traveling thousands of miles, it turned out to be such a result of revenge ... It was really unexpected.

In silence, he was about to walk to the left staircase, and his feet swayed, and the sound of explosions came from below.

...

One storey cabin.

The waves were raging and the spirits were overflowing, and the cabin, which was originally a ruin, was now destroyed again.

The hundreds of soldiers who had previously stormed the stairs are now scattered. It is not a loss of fighting spirit. In fact, as long as they attack for a little while, they can definitely take down the stairs. But now, with such arrogance, they didn't want to avoid it.

"Oh, gray space, it's really interesting ... I'm honored to tell you, I'm angry! Get out!" Raged, the gun flickered, a figure flew in response, and I couldn't stop spurting blood in the air fog.

After landing, rolling over until breaking a pile of rubble, this stopped. Another spit of blood spit out, "Wow ... keke ..." Barely pushed away the rotten wood strips on his body, Luke looked bleak, and his face was bitter.

The opponent's strength is too strong, even if the three of them besieged together, they are crushed and have no power to fight back.

Looking at the field, David waved his sword like a mad monster to resist, but his whole body was already covered with blood. In the grey space, he has the worst evasion method, and he is now under the most attack.

In addition, another situation with a blurred figure is better. Ghosts constantly flash around the opponent and wait for opportunistic attacks. Although the effect is very small, at least it is to restrain the opponent's offensive, so that the main David is not killed instantly.

I have to say that this combination works well. Of course, in the gray space, the two are the most tacit cooperation. However, this is Mi Xiu ... Luke wiped the blood next to his mouth, and his eyes were full of unknown meaning.

It is beyond dispute that Misho was a traitor. But it was this traitor who rescued them when they were in dire straits, and now took their lives in again ... Why? Since you can't bear to see us die, why did you choose to betray? We are brothers born to death!

Just when Luke, who had basically lost his combat power, asked blankly, the form on the field changed again.

"That's it! Your cooperation is good, but that's all!" Some annoyed, and some casual words just came down, Baimang surging tumbled like a tide, mixed with heavy gun shadows, and instantly radiated. Out.

Boom, the waves rolled, the ship trembled.

噗 …… 噗 ……

Under the indiscriminate attack, the figures of David and Mi Xiu are like the willows in the wind, but they are only a contact, and both vomit blood and fly back.

Owens's absolute strength is undoubtedly horrible, not what David and Micho can now resist. What's more important is that after being vomited by Mi Xiu's kick, although Owens felt quite embarrassed, at least in a short period of time he no longer wanted to feel vomiting ...

"Why, why should you betray!" David's injury was severe, but he still wanted to know more about the cause of this problem than he was.

Mi's self-cultivation method is superior. Although he was also recruited and retreated, the injury is undoubtedly much better. When I patted the floor, I turned up instantly, glanced at the excited David, and said calmly, "Didn't Angus say that? You should already know it."

David raised his head and snarled: "I know the fart! I don't believe it! I don't believe it ..."

"But that's the truth. Didn't you just come here to kill me?"

David froze, then murmured like a discouraged ball: "Why do you save us?"

A few breaths of silence, "I know I can't live anymore and don't want to commit suicide. I wanted to die in the hands of the boss. This is the best result for me. Unfortunately, the boss didn't come this time, so I saved you. "" He narrowed his eyes and looked at Owens who came over, laughing at himself. "There is no choice, at least he is very strong, and it is not bad to die in his hands."

After that, Mi Xiu said nothing, grabbed the dagger, and rushed to Owens again.

Gunshots resurrected, "Oh? Still fight? Hehe, unfortunately just dying!"

David and Luke have basically lost their fighting power, and can only watch Mi Xiu bump into the gun shadow. They knew in their hearts that Mi Xiu's strength was so different from that of the other side. Coupled with the fact that he was already dead, he was afraid that he would not be able to get out this time.

Glancing at each other, "Roar!" With a hammer on the ground, David and Luke yelled at the same time, took a few steps, dragged their shaky body toward the battle circle.

At this time, they didn't know what a traitor was, only they knew that it was their brother who was in danger! With that in mind, they will never stand idly by!

Health, let's go free! Dead, a face to hell!

that is it!

It's just a pity ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ their injuries are too serious and the speed is too slow. Before waiting, Mi Xiu, fighting alone, was in the wind like a candle, and was in danger.

This is also an inevitable result. Mi Xiu's body speed is very fast, but obviously he has not reached a certain level. Owens was already good at subtle marksmanship, and the attack speed was even more terrifying. In this way, Mi Xiu, who has been deprived of his only advantage, naturally has only one way to go.

However, Mi Xiu's skill has undoubtedly aroused a little interest in Owens, and he kept shaking his head, and then the words were flared.

"Accelerate, accelerate, continue to accelerate, this is not enough ..."

"Can it only be done to that extent? It's disappointing ... then, I'm sorry to tell you that you die ..."

The voice didn't fall, and an intriguing voice came clearly and clearly, "Well, your attack speed is fast?"

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