musicians of old

Chapter 32 The First Battle of the Knowing
Less than half a breath away from Fanning's exclamation, a group of light blue shadows had formed on the mirror.

A shadow that could not be seen clearly came out as if sticking out of the water, and directly stabbed Fan Ning with a long-handled dagger!

Fortunately, during the forming period, Fanning jumped up in shock. He raised the fabric armchair he was sitting on, and directly greeted the stabbing dagger!
"Ah!!" Sheeran, who had just fallen asleep, screamed in horror.

"Crack-"

Sawdust flying.

The dagger of the figure in the mirror pierced the seat and protruded a few centimeters forward, shining coldly in front of Fanning's nose.

The force of the impact knocks the seat off the top of your head.

He staggered and stumbled back a few steps.

There was another "click".

The cyan figure quickly pulled out the dagger stuck in the wood.

Pulling back his wrist slightly to charge up, he threw it violently towards Fan Ning who was three or four meters away.

The dagger drew a sharp stream of light in the air.

With such a short distance, there is simply no time to dodge.

But before the figure charged up, Fan Ning's spirit had a strong premonition of danger, as if predicting the flight trajectory, his waist and shoulders twisted desperately to one side——

The whole person lost his center of gravity and fell back, shouting at the same time: "Xiran, smash both mirrors, hurry up!"

He didn't have time to think deeply about how this mutation worked, but he could think of this order in the shortest time.

The dagger flew past his neck and plunged into a plush doll hanging on the wall!
Stretching out his hand to touch the carotid artery, there was a scar that was neither deep nor shallow. The capillary blood hadn't started gushing yet, and the skin was slightly painful.

Fanning's heart was beating wildly!

It's not a matter of being a few centimeters off!
Maybe it only needs to be one or two millimeters deeper, and I have to wait for death while clutching Gululu's bleeding neck!

Fortunately, the little girl on the other side, although panicked, immediately carried out the order after hearing Fan Ning's voice.

And chose the most efficient method——

She quickly climbed to the edge of the bed on one side of the dressing table, picked up the small silver-framed mirror next to the candle, and then looked at the large floor-to-ceiling mirror on the other side—

Just throw it over!

There was a crackling sound, and both mirrors were shattered.

At the same time, there is a dull metallic sound of "click".

The halo of the cyan figure became lighter, and the overall look became a little clearer, and a revolver appeared in his hand.

What Fanning heard was the sound of a revolver crushing a hammer or a magazine spinning.

The hand holding the gun has been raised, and it is pointing at Sheeran.

"Bastard!" Seeing this scene, Fanning's mind was filled with shock, anger and fear.

It took less than four or five seconds to engage in posting, and this figure did not show any room for communication with the two of them, and it was a deadly move three times in a row!
Fan Ning jumped up from the ground, without any hesitation, he rushed to the girl standing on the bed, and turned his posture slightly in the falling air, blocking himself in front.

"Bang! Bang!" The cyan figure seemed to be aiming at Xilan slightly downward, and he pulled the trigger twice.

Fan Ning felt that the two bullets should have been shot about ten centimeters above his tailbone, at the moment before he fell to the ground before he fell to the ground.

But the strange thing is that I didn't feel the feeling after being shot.

Although Fanning did not have this kind of experience, it should be expected that he would die from pain.

This pajamas can't be bulletproof, can it?
Instead, the white colloidal light curtain on his own etheric body seemed to vibrate twice.

"Is it the temporary resonance just after coming out of the surge? Aftermath? Echo or something?" He himself was not sure.

The two fell heavily on the bed, Fanning on top and Sheeran on the bottom, almost face to face.

The girl in front of her had a small mouth, her brows were furrowed, her cheeks were flushed, and there were tears in her eyes staring at Fan Ning.

Her expression was a mixture of panic and grievance, as well as various emotions such as bewilderment, worry, and anger.

But Fan Ning didn't have time to say anything, he got up and turned around in an instant, completely blocking Sheeran behind him.

At this moment, the cyan halo had almost disappeared, and Fanning could finally see clearly that this was a normal human being, with a thin figure similar to himself, wearing a gray suit and a white mask.

Seeing that he had aimed his two shots, but the person in front of him was not shot, the man in gray with the gun finally froze for a moment.

But he obviously wouldn't give Fanning time to breathe, and immediately pulled the revolver trigger on Fanning.

And this time he aimed at Fanning's head!
"Boom!—boom!—boom!—"

Three times in a row, without a trace of sloppiness!
When the bullet approached Fanning's skin about two to three centimeters, it seemed to encounter great resistance, and the speed dropped sharply, and finally hit Fanning's brow, cheek and nose—it felt extremely painful.

Especially at the end of the nose, Fanning felt warm liquid flowing from the nostrils.

The light curtain of the etheric body shook violently.

When the third bullet hit Fanning's nose and fell, countless light golden spots burst from his body.

This layer of light curtain finally shattered!
"Anyone who knows? How could there be an intelligent person for this commission?" The expression of the gray-clothed man, who had no emotion before, finally changed.

In the revolver, all five bullets have been fired except for the anti-misfire position.

He didn't dare to neglect his movements, he skillfully threw out the revolver magazine, took out the bullet from the bullet bag on his side and began to reload, while stepping back slightly.

"Click, click..."

Naturally, Fan Ning would not give him time to reload. He picked up the stool next to him and rushed directly to greet him.

The gray-clothed man was very skilled in reloading, and because of the distance, he immediately pressed the magazine into the brass frame.

Just as he was about to aim again at Fanning——

A bundle of invisible threads of Fanning's inspiration detected a burning candle, and another bundle delineated the entire casing and grip of the revolver.

He imagined being connected to each other, pulling the two lightly on each other—

The candle goes out.

The man in gray suddenly felt that the gun in his hand was as hot as a branding iron, and the wooden handle turned scorched black.

Without any psychological defense, the pistol fell off and fell to the ground - in fact, even if he wanted to hold it, it would be impossible to hold it, let alone aim it.

But he still instinctively wanted to snatch the pistol on the ground.

He was greeted by a stool in Fanning's hand.

There was a muffled "bang", and the stool hit the man's head firmly, shaking Fan Ning's tiger's mouth almost torn apart.

Although Fan Ning's physical fitness is not the strong one, but with the strength of an adult man in his early twenties, under the crazy secretion of adrenaline, this one directly hit the man in gray with gold stars in his eyes and his temples bulging. Jump.

Fanning dropped the bench, bent over and reached out.

When he was about to approach the ground, the pistol was kicked away by the gray-clothed man enduring the severe pain.

He didn't have time to pick it up, so he could only pick it up again.

Unexpectedly, the man in gray didn't want to entangle him like this, so he took a few steps back quickly again.

Sheeran always thought that Fanning had already been shot, and didn't think about the shattered and exploded spot of light. A trace of cruelty and hatred flashed in the eyes of the little girl, and she jumped off the bed and walked towards the pistol.

The man in gray waved his hand, and the dagger that was buried in the stuffed toy on the wall flew back into his hand while spinning.

"Xiran, be careful!" Fanning exclaimed.

His inspiration once again went to the scorching revolver on the ground and the dagger in the hands of the man in gray.

Delineate, connect, pull—

The dagger suddenly became hot.

But it may be because the temperature of the exchanged pistols has dropped a lot, or the gray-clothed man has acted ruthlessly this time - he held back the severe pain in his palm, his arm trembled, and raised the dagger.

Sudden--

"Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

The moisture condensed from breathing on the face of the man in gray, together with the mask, condensed into a dense layer of solid ice!

At the same time, above the ceiling of the bedroom, the ice outside the roof melted a small hole, exposing the blue-gray bricks and tiles.

Fanning performed the temperature exchange again!
The sight of the man in gray was obstructed, and the path of the thrown dagger was deviated quite a bit, passing by Xilan without any danger!
Turn back to Fanning like a roundabout!It's just that the path is more biased.

There was another muffled "bang", this time Fanning used all his breastfeeding strength.

The stool hit the guy's head so that sawdust flew out.

The gray-clothed man finally calmed down, staggered a few times and finally sat down in a corner.

"Caron, where did you get shot?" Hearing the little girl's voice, she was almost crying.

Fan Ning's arms were also sore and swollen, and he was out of breath: "I was not shot, so stop crying."

And I feel that my mind is scattered and empty, my temples are throbbing, and there is not much inspiration left.

I don't know if this ability itself consumes a lot, or the temperature difference I exchanged is too large, or the distance is too far.

Under his signal, Hiran obediently handed over the picked up revolver.

Immediately, Fan Ning pointed his gun at the man in gray at the wall.

He endured the killing intent in his heart, and his voice was very cold: "Your origin? Purpose?"

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　　Which ones said before, fast forward to the river of blood~ (manual squint)
　　
　
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