I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 129 Death Threat
When the black fog like an ink cloud covered the entire open space, everyone was slightly taken aback.

Then the next second is to look at the depths of the dense fog and the possible threats hidden in the dense fog like an enemy.

The pistol that was suddenly loaded and fired, and the ensuing fog, everything revealed something unusual.

Almost everyone believed that something must have happened in this exercise.

Only Ji Qianqin and the others probably understood what happened.

As a member of "Morrow", they know very well what "fog" means to Mingri.

This means an unparalleled sense of security.

as predicted.

In the next second, a hand broke through the mist as thick as yarn.

The hem of the black windbreaker swept across the black room, like a flock of crows, hovering and landing beside Ji Qianqin.

Sensing the people around her, she didn't turn her head, but whispered, "Boss..."

Standing behind her, Bering said with a smile, "You seem to be having a good time."

Ji Qianqin also smiled embarrassedly: "Isn't that person's speech really annoying..."

As she said that, she patted Li Jingwen's head: "His arrogant attitude made me very unhappy, and he also said some things that made me even more unhappy, so I might get angry when I was in a hurry..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Bering: "Don't worry, I'm not mocking you."

"Since you are a reserve member of tomorrow, you should also enjoy preferential treatment," Bering said lightly, "If someone dares to say that you are half-right in front of you, let alone you, even I will be a little unhappy."

"I just want to say that the next time you encounter a similar situation, don't be overly depressed, just go ahead and type it up boldly."

Bering smiled and said, "Don't worry about anything else, I will take care of it."

He knew that Ji Qianqin was not someone who would mess around.

If this careless-looking girl could not help but get angry, it meant that the situation must have reached a point where she couldn't bear it.

If a similar situation really happened, let alone Ji Qianqin, even Bai Ling couldn't help but step forward and punch her hard.

Are you kidding me?
These cards were all drawn by me, and I pulled them in with all my life. You just want to make my future main C abolished in a few words now?

Then don't blame me for giving you a little gift first.

After hearing Bering's words, Ji Qianqin's lips moved.

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, just nodded silently towards Bering.

On weekdays, she might be able to say things like "Boss, I adore you so much" and "You are like my mother" with a joking attitude, but when her emotions really reach a critical point, she is a little ashamed to speak up.

Perhaps because of her childhood experience, although Ji Qianqin looks more relaxed on the outside, she is actually a shy person on the inside.

……should?
Thinking of this, Bering walked away from her and patted Li Jingwen on the head.

He didn't say much, but said appreciatively: "Work hard, and I'll tell you what you want to know later."

"Your current performance is good, but it is not enough. If you want to touch the deeper curtain, you need a more perfect interpretation."

Rubbing her head and messing up her hair, Bering encouraged her: "I believe you can do it, and as a reward, those unknown pasts that have been sealed under the dust of history should also be exposed. .”

This sentence is equivalent to Li Jingwen's chicken blood.

Bai Ling knew very well that Li Jingwen's love for hidden things would never be lower than that of Lin Bi.

Moreover, she also has a certain tendency to self-destruct, and it is probably the most difficult to hold back in the face of this so-called "sacrifice".

Under such circumstances, Bai Ling can accurately hit her most exciting point, and at the same time let her work hard to show a more perfect self. Under the psychological hint, it is estimated that her performance will be much better than usual.

Sure enough, after hearing Bering's words, Li Jingwen made up a lot of things by herself without adding anything.

She looked a little excited, so that her little face flushed a little.

Looking at Bering, she nodded emphatically.

Smiling at Li Jingwen, Bai Ling turned his gaze to the last person.

The first two are easy to handle, but this one...

He couldn't help pressing his forehead, wanting to sigh.

"Really, although the potential is the highest, but because of this reason, it is also targeted the most on weekdays..."

The potential of "Red Lotus" is unquestionable, and Ding Yan from the original world line proved this through the fierce scorching fire on his scabbard and the exploding scarlet flower behind him.

But at the same time, the alien identity of "Red Lotus" and the rage and restlessness in the wreckage also deeply affected Ding Yan.This point has not changed even after Bering intervened.

Although Red Lotus is dead, there are still some restless flames in its wreckage.If someone with a heart notices and guides him out, Ding Yan will most likely be affected.

This method is very different from mobilizing emotions. If mobilizing emotions to become stronger is to step on the accelerator and move forward, then to affect the rage in the red lotus wreckage is to directly abandon all gears and use an automatic transmission car to move forward normally. Hundreds of yards up the trail!
This is a way to hurt yourself deeply, but it is also very powerful.In the superimposed timeline of the future, Ding Yan probably used this method to roast himself into skewers.

How should I put it, a little irrational.

Taking two steps forward angrily, Bering directly cut Ding Yan's back with one hand.

... without chopping.

The flames on Ding Yan's body were still like sparks dancing in the chimney from time to time, appearing and disappearing in the sound of "beep boo", dancing with the red melody.

Kind of embarrassing.

Bering subconsciously glanced around.

Fortunately, under the cover of thick black fog, no one noticed what happened here.

It was the first time he had tried this technique, and the first time was always difficult.

Fortunately, this embarrassing scene was not seen, which may be a blessing in misfortune.

Glancing at the back of Ding Yan's neck, Bering made a new gesture, and then slammed Ding Yan's back neck hard, with a sharp and fierce palm, like a strong wind!

With a crisp sound, Ding Yan rolled his eyes, fell to the ground, and fell on Bering's body, forcing him to use the gray mist to support him and lie flat on the grass.

After Bering's blow, Ding Yan lost consciousness, and at the same time, the back of his neck was injured to a certain extent.Fortunately, he has relatively strong resilience, and it is estimated that he will recover soon.

He rubbed his wrist, it didn't hurt because he was dead.

Putting this guy aside, Bering looked into the distance, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The cover of the gray fog will not affect his vision, so he can easily see the movements of the group of people far away from the fog.

The group of guys from other countries may have encountered such a situation for the first time, so they behaved differently.Some took out their weapons, some were ready to fight, and some grabbed the corners of other people's clothes and rubbed furiously.

In short, the overall quality is not bad, at least he has not lost his fighting spirit.

With this in mind, he walked slowly towards the blond boy.

At this moment.

Peter opposite was in a bad mood.

Or rather, he was in a very, very bad mood from the very beginning!
The brother I trusted and loved had been devastated since he participated in the previous exercise, and he was disheartened and saddened.This made Peter very uncomfortable. You must know that the senior brother is similar to his elder brother and father. It is really embarrassing to see the senior brother drinking and living in poverty all day long.

In addition, at this time, people around have been telling him that the senior brother was actually attacked by people from that eastern country, so he lost his qualifications and missed the championship.

Although the senior brother always disapproves of this kind of remarks, and claims that he really can't beat him, and that being upright is the real chivalry, but Peter always feels that this is not the case.

A friend of his had secretly told him the truth.

After seeing the truth, Peter realized very deeply that someone in that eastern country was definitely cheating!
After joining the exercise with the idea of ​​competing for glory and avenging his brother, Peter felt that his emotions seemed to be rising steadily.

Unbeknownst to him, during this time he became irritable, irritable, and extreme.

Although he was very arrogant before that, he was still at a level that ordinary people could bear.Rather than like now, it is like a mad dog that bites everyone when it sees it.

In short, due to the superimposition of various factors, Peter's attitude towards Ji Qianqin and the others was very bad.

And his bad attitude caused him to always subconsciously dump the blame on the other side when facing a crisis: "Be careful, someone on the other side must want to do something!"

"Although the other side doesn't talk about face, we are different! As excellent blood descendants, we must always know etiquette and abide by morality! Humble and fair, this is the spirit of chivalry!"

As he spoke, he sneakily took off his black sickle from behind him.

This is his favorite weapon and the origin of his name "Black Scythe".

Beside, Peter's sister Roseanne also lowered the rope and took down the sniper rifle behind her.

They all set their eyes on the opposite side of the gray fog.

After a few seconds of silence, Peter held the sickle tightly in his hand, counted his breath, and raised his footsteps lightly.

However, in the next second, just as his toes were about to hit the ground.

A hand rests on his shoulder.

Putting his shoulders on his shoulders, a person smiled in Peter's ear and said, "Let's stop here for the farce."

"No matter how perfect the repertoire is, if the actors go crazy and lost their minds for it, it will only become a noisy mass of audio-visual garbage. No one will applaud, only ruthless ridicule and ridicule will be thrown."

Ok? !

Feeling the cold touch on his shoulders, Peter's whole body shook!
Who walked over silently in the black mist, and even walked next to him, but he didn't respond?

How can this be? !
Unless the other party is a dead person, Peter should be aware of it no matter what!

This way of restraining breath is definitely a master!
Could it be the other party's teacher level? !
The thoughts in his mind reverberated like lightning, and without hesitation for a moment, Peter held the sickle tightly, turned around suddenly in the direction of the sound, and slashed down heavily with the sickle in his hand!

Get started first!
Peter thought so.

However, soon, his thoughts were shattered one by one.

The originally powerful blow was blocked by the mist that gathered from all directions, and even the hands that were tightly holding the sickle were tightly entangled by the mist, like chains tightly locked together, unable to move!

This is? !
Feeling the sense of restraint on his body, Peter was horrified!
His sickle stopped in mid-air, like a pale stone pillar residing in the classical academy, silent and unable to advance, it could only be firmly locked in a certain area, acting as a pillar of black mist and air.

At this time, Peter saw the other party's appearance.

It was a very young looking man, the black windbreaker fell naturally, and the red scarf was very bright in the mist.

Sensing Peter's gaze, the young man smiled and said, "Good morning, Mr. Peter Davis."

"My people will be taken care of by you," the young man said with a smile. "Although I also know that fighting among young people is normal, but sometimes, extreme behavior still needs to be stopped."

As he said that, he glanced at Peter, and said thoughtfully, "It seems that you have been having a hard time recently?"

"In this case, I will replace your teacher and come to dispel the fire and evil for you," the young man said with a smile. "After all, we are different from you. In a country of etiquette, we naturally advocate reciprocity."

As he spoke, he gently stretched out his fingers and tapped on Peter's forehead.

The fingertips touched his forehead lightly, and within that very short contact area, Peter felt the coldness on his forehead, like the arctic cold, or felt the cold wind blowing from the bottom of the valley before the abyss, cold and quiet.

For no reason, he felt a pang of fear.

Just like the primitive fear that the living would feel when facing the dead, the moment he saw Bai Ling pointing his finger on his forehead, he also panicked subconsciously.

will die……

Absolutely die!

This is undoubted death, the man's pale face, the pupils do not have the feeling of a living person.

Such a guy, if he meets himself, he will definitely die!

The idea in Peter's mind flickered like thunder!
"Wait……"

Yet he hadn't finished speaking.

In the next second, a strong wind blew up!

The mist was wrapped in a gust of wind and pressed against Peter's cheeks, brushed against his cheeks with a deafening whistling sound, blowing the blond hair on his forehead flutteringly, and drawing countless fine golden strands in the air!
His smooth forehead was exposed, his hairline looked low, and on both sides were the fine, shattered hair that was blown back by the gust of wind. Surrounded by the hair, Peter's face was pale and terrified.

The strong wind blew away the black mist, and the sky became bright and clear in an instant. The gloomy darkness just dissipated and melted, and returned to Bering's fingertips along the ground.

Only then did someone notice what was happening here.

When they looked at this side, they could only see the standing man and Peter who fell down.

Withdrawing his hand, Bai Ling said flatly, "Your respect is Bo Li."

"I hope you all like it."

After saying this.

As if he had lost his backbone, Peter fell to the ground slumped, and the long hair on his forehead fell to the ground in a mess.

Twenty centimeters away from Bering's shoe tip.

The boots stepped on the ends of Peter's blond hair, and Bering smiled nonchalantly at someone who was speeding up in the distance.

Then he clapped his hands and said to the people in the distance: "Students of Yunshang Academy."

"Enough of the farce, it's time to go back to the station." He said relaxedly, "Even if you continue to watch it, it will be boring, so this is the end of today."

"Remember to take a good rest when you go back, and try to get a good grade tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)