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Chapter 739 I Don’t Care What It Costs

The moment Zhou Qing disappeared from his sight, Wang Yunxiao was stunned for two full seconds.

He could say that he was both familiar and unfamiliar with this girl's past.

She was like a fragile little flower that had just been dug out of a mud pit and planted in a flowerpot. Before it could enjoy the warmth of the sun for a few days, it was destroyed by the storm and turned into dead branches and rotten leaves.

After time went back, everything that belonged to her in this world no longer existed.

Zhou Qing is still alive, but she is just a ghost that no one knows about.

Apart from Wang Yunxiao, she could no longer find any sense of belonging in this world.

She was sensible enough to know that she should not live in the shadow of hatred, even if that was how evil spirits survived.

She hid in his arms just because she was too tired and wanted to seek a moment of warmth and shelter.

But even such a humble expectation, Wang Yunxiao was unable to fulfill it for her.

She didn't even have time to react to the other person's casual words "A gentleman does not speak of strange things, supernatural powers, or demons". She disappeared quietly like a candle blown out by one breath, leaving only a wisp of smoke in the darkness.

"Big brother!"

Youtiao's shrill cry brought Wang Yunxiao back to his senses. He subconsciously turned his head and saw Youtiao holding Chen Yan at a loss.

The blood gushing out from Chen Yan's five senses and seven orifices soaked the armor on his chest.

Little Gourd staggered backward, holding his arm which was folded 90 degrees, and hit his head against the wall before collapsing.

Liu Crab had almost all the water in his body squeezed out. He fell to the ground without a sound and turned into a human-shaped popsicle.

The strength displayed by the opponent has far exceeded the upper limit of their team.

but……

The palace soldiers are still here!

Wang Yunxiao slowly stood up, gripped the gun in his hand, and looked at the middle-aged scholar who came in the wind and snow with a cold gaze.

"Fuck him."

boom--!
Haozi, who had already aimed his gun, pulled the trigger and shot the man in the head.

However, the rusty bullet hit the air.

The moment the middle-aged scholar was shot, he turned into countless book pages, flying all over the sky in the wind and snow.

The pages of the book were weak and flew up and down, making it impossible to aim at them with the muzzle of a gun. At the same time, the words on the pages were frantically blocking everyone's sight, trying to infuse into the brain through the eyes.

It’s a pity that the soldiers in the palace are also smart and don’t fall for it at all.

With a loud roar, his body suddenly swelled up.

I saw him raising his hands to the sky, stamping his feet on the ground, and roaring at the top of his lungs.

He was not a person who loved studying. Basically, he could not read any book with words on it. So even after he got the teaching materials of the Mangren Famen, he did not practice it seriously.

He was not very skilled in using the magical powers of the Mangren Famen, and usually relied more on his own martial arts skills and rushed forward to fight against others.

But now, facing an enemy that was far stronger than his own, and with his own auxiliary professions almost wiped out, he had no choice but to take out his best stocks.

Countless blood vessels all over his body burst because they could not adapt to the sudden increase in muscles. Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth and trouser legs. However, Baozi didn't care and still forced himself to practice the unfamiliar method.

The sky is one foot high and the earth is three inches thick!

As he roared in pain, this piece of heaven and earth was forcibly stretched open, and even the wind and snow in the sky retreated.

Those pages of books that were mixed in the wind and snow were actually forced out and gathered into a human shape again!

Kong Xun took a half step back and looked at the bleeding Baozi with doubt and surprise.

The configuration of this little-known squad of government soldiers is a bit too luxurious. Could this be one of the hidden cards of the Secret Service?

He knew that the Secret Service Bureau had once recruited interest groups from Jishan Academy to conduct actual combat exercises.

He got the last place at that time, which made him feel embarrassed.

But Cheng Xuefei only knew that her team ranked last. As for how many teams were recruited at that time and what the results of the previous teams were, those were all confidential information of the Secret Service and she could not find out.

At that time, Kong Shu didn't think much about it, or rather, he didn't pay much attention to it. It was just a small scene of a few young people playing with each other in front of the battlefield, which was really not worth his attention. But now he realized a problem.

The gap in strength between those elite teams with perfect scores mentioned by Cheng Xuefei and her own children might be even greater than imagined.

Others were able to get 10 points, probably because the upper limit of the score on the paper was only 10 points.

I see……

This information is valuable!
He felt a sharp pain between his waist and ribs. It was Eryang who pounced on him from behind and stabbed his lower back steadily with a knife.

Kong Xun had an expressionless face. He raised his hand and swept it behind him. His fingers turned into sharp book pages, easily tearing open the armor on Eryang's body and cutting deep wounds on his body that could be seen to the bone.

However, what he did not expect was that the young man, despite being subjected to torture that was almost like lingchi, still clenched his teeth and refused to let go.

"shot--!"

Eryang held the sharp knife tightly in one hand, hugged Kong Shu's neck with the other, and roared with all his might.

madman……

All the damn soldiers in the palace are crazy!
Kong Shu couldn't help but think more, the rusty bullet had already flown out of the gun barrel.

His teammate pulled the trigger without even a second's hesitation.

Seven bullets instantly pierced through the bodies of the two men.

Then sharp bayonets swarmed in, almost blinding his eyes, and lifted up his broken body and nailed it to the wall.

Damage from rusted bullets cannot be repaired.

However, all the information that needed to be collected was collected.

Kong Xun, whose head was shattered and only one eye was intact, cast a puzzled look at the leader of the other team.

The young man who should have been the strongest in the team, actually did not make a move from beginning to end. He just stood there and watched coldly. The sinister look in his eyes made him shudder.

He came over.

Wang Yunxiao took out a notebook from his pocket, opened it and took a look.

As expected, it was completely blank.

The notebook cannot detect practitioners within the Twelve Dharma System.

it's fine.

Wang Yunxiao stuffed the notebook into the half of the head of the person in front of him and said coldly: "Find out where his real body is."

The notebook was silent for a moment, and a line of text slowly appeared on the blank page.

"It will take some price..."

"can."

Wang Yunxiao nodded without hesitation, threw away the gun and spread his hands: "What do you want? Come and get it!"

He heard a faint laugh in his ear that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time.

Wang Yunxiao looked up as if he had sensed something, and saw a lone crow flying across the snow.

Some invisible force penetrated through numerous dimensional barriers and reflected into Wang Yunxiao's mind through the notebook.

Under normal circumstances, this level of erosion would not be able to penetrate the resistance of the palace soldiers. But this time, Wang Yunxiao took the initiative to give up all resistance and let the force invade his brain.

He was calm and he knew what he was doing.

Layers of black feathers spread out from his armor, emitting a faint blue glow like quenched metal in the moonlight.

A strange eyeball opened with difficulty from the center of Wang Yunxiao's forehead, reflecting a completely new vision in his mind.

Wang Yunxiao lowered his head, and his three eyes simultaneously looked at the half-dead body nailed to the wall by a bayonet.

He saw the essence.

He saw a book.

(End of this chapter)