Uncle, you are not good

With a ghostly figure, in the darkness, Lin Rui only felt an evil spirit flowing around him, possessing him with gloom.

That person was looking at him, although he couldn't see clearly, but vaguely, that person was very familiar to him, but also strange in the same way.

Silence spread between each other.

In a trance, the thinking is stripped away, leaving only the huge space, the other party looking at each other from a distance, seems to have a thousand words, which cannot be explained.

Lin Rui suddenly felt an indescribable sense of loss. He should know that person.

As if aware of what Lin Rui was thinking, he walked slowly towards Lin Rui.

The intimidating aura subsided, and the murderous aura suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

There were screams one after another, and in the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, a figure, like a sprite in hell, attached to the wall and rushed in quickly.

With a snap, it was time, and the room was brightly lit.

More than twenty people were covered in blood and lay limp on the ground. Lin Rui was a little stupid, because he was the only one on the field who was clean as before, and he stood out from the crowd.

Everyone guessed at the same time that the murderer just now was probably Helian Mingjing. In order to protect the uncle's shadow, he kept silent and covered the aorta of his blood-flowing neck. Only for this massive bleeding, timely rescue is not life-threatening, at most it will take a period of recuperation.But looking at the few people who are closer to Lin Rui, they are all tall and tall, screaming incessantly, trying to stop the bleeding, shaking their hands and feet, red or green meridians jumping out one by one, the dark red blood is splashed wantonly, and they can't do anything With no strength, he could only watch helplessly as the blood on his body dripped desperately, his face was ashamed.

It took a long time for Lin Rui to recover. Everyone present had their throats cut. Nangong Luoyuan, a five-star cowherd, and the other one didn't know him. He was wearing a very strange ring, shaped like an angel, with streamlined silver wings. Body platinum, full of luxury.

Seeing Jing here, he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the same as everyone else, and almost agreed that the person was Jing's private shadow.

But something was wrong again, and he didn't quite understand where it was.Following the sight of the mirror, he looked at the opened windows and the messy curtains in the wind.

He has been staring at it since he came in, his face is full of shock, fear, strangeness and joy that he has never seen before, unbelievable, his eyes are long and deep, lost in all the gazes, complex emotions are in the sharp pupils Flickering, blurred and affectionate.

For some reason, his mouth was a little sour, such a mirror was too far away from him.

When Helian Mingjing didn't come up, he discovered the fierce and murderous aura. The entire Huibin building was extremely uneasy and shrouded in such a tragic atmosphere, and everyone's hearts were pinched by invisible hands.

For such a reckless and unrestrained killing, he couldn't think of anything other than killers, mafia, or desperadoes. He was going to take advantage of his unpreparedness to strike him suddenly and give him a fatal blow.

Just as he was about to come in, the strong murderous aura subsided instantly, this is a big taboo for those who learn martial arts, the release of breath is easy to restrain and difficult to restrain, the breath is unstable and the meridians burst, Helian Mingjing was quite surprised, he hesitated for a moment and rushed in.

That's when the lights came on.

The man seemed to be immersed in his memories, and he wanted to say something, as if he didn't notice him coming in. When the light was on, he flew out of the window like a ghost, very fast, so fast that it was unbelievable that he was in this room just a moment ago. .

The killer's power is so powerful, even at the moment when he flew out quickly, he still saw the man's face, nothing but shock and submission.

For a long time, as if she lost her soul, she murmured "... so it was him... so... it was him... he... still alive... unexpectedly, still alive..."