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Chapter 743 The Last Long Street Before Dawn
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The bayonet was inserted fiercely into the chest of the middle-aged scholar. Seeing the despair in his eyes, Wang Yunxiao's anger subsided a little.

But what followed was an unprecedented feeling of fatigue.

The more people are pushed to the brink of death, the crazier they become.

Especially when you realize that you are about to be wiped out.

The opponent is not a kindergarten-level villain who can only stand there and talk nonsense to restore health to the protagonist team, but a cruel and shameless villain with no bottom line.

Even though Wang Yunxiao remained cautious throughout, he was still dragged into a trap that left him with almost no chance of survival.

When I looked back, Gangtou and Youtiao had slumped in the corner, losing the ability to move.

The formation of the palace soldiers can indeed share the damage, but it does not mean that the damage can be completely ignored.

When even Wang Yunxiao felt tremendous pressure, let alone the situation of the other two.

After chopping off the fourth head and hanging it around his waist, Wang Yunxiao limped over to Youtiao, holding onto the wall and sitting down.

Gangtou took out the frozen biscuit from his pocket, took a bite himself, broke the rest in half and handed it to Wang Yunxiao.

Wang Yunxiao shook his head.

"And one last one."

"I'll go."

Youtiao closed his eyes and whispered, "Brother, if you can't bear it, just say it directly. There is no outsider here."

Although it seemed that Youtiao and Gangtou were the first to collapse at this moment, in fact, the eye growing on Wang Yunxiao's forehead brought him more mental pressure than the damage caused during the battle.

If you rashly use this force of unknown origin, you will inevitably have to pay a price.

"Fuck off, Chen Yan isn't dead yet, you want to commit suicide for love?"

"What do you mean by suicide for love... But brother, I want to confess my feelings to Chen Yan..."

"Do you have to talk about this at a time like this?"

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it said that there are no taboos in military strategy?"

Youtiao smiled and said, "Sometimes I really want to advise you to mind your own business. It would be better for us brothers to just go to school and study hard..."

"Then why don't you persuade me?"

"I can't open my mouth."

Youtiao shrugged and said, "I understand the truth. If we don't kill all these sons of bitches, Chen Yanhulu and the others won't be able to study in peace, and no one will be able to live a good life. But big brother, when will it end?"

"Now there is only one left."

"Then?"

Wang Yunxiao let out a long sigh and said seriously, "After this... we'd better not become the kind of people who hate us."

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Kong Shu stood at the gate of the Secret Service Bureau with his hands raised high.

The sky was already turning slightly white, and it seemed that the sun was about to rise.

However, this darkness before dawn is the coldest time.

His body was shivering in the cold wind, on the one hand because of the biting cold, and on the other hand because of the fear brought by death.

It's a dragnet with no way to escape.

When Prince Qian was the regent, he was ambitious to revive the prosperous era and rebuild the country. However, he did not expect that after all the troubles, he would lose all the capital of the royal family and had to abdicate in a hurry.

Now, after all the running around and all the effort all night, I ended up like this.

why?

He really couldn't figure this out. In Western mythology, people from all over the world worked together to build a tower that could reach heaven. However, God cursed people from different regions and races, making them speak different languages ​​and unable to communicate with each other, so the plan eventually failed.

I have clearly tried my best to deceive, instigate and sow discord among you, so why are you still obsessed with that tower?

Why can't you just die according to my arrangement!
What's wrong with making you suffer a little and then having a peaceful and prosperous world in return!
But it's too late to say this now.

Since ancient times, the victor has been the king and the loser the bandit. No matter how angry you are, you can't solve the problem.

There is no way forward, and there are pursuers behind. For now, there is only one way left to survive.

As soon as the thought of surrender arises, the world and the sky become wide.

"I am Kong Yan, the headmaster of Jishan Academy, and I want to turn myself in!"

It was pitch black inside the gate of the Secret Service Bureau. Only the hospital building in the yard was brightly lit. A faint smell of blood could be smelled from afar.

Although there was a high probability that Yaoqin would not survive, Huo Qingyang must have wanted to kill himself.

But this was at the gate of the Secret Service after all. He had voluntarily given up resistance and surrendered himself. No matter how angry they were, they had no choice but to follow the procedures and act according to the rules and regulations.

Let’s talk about the future later. Now that so many of his clones have been wiped out, he can no longer care about the future and only hopes to survive for the time being.

The chill coming from behind made him tremble with fear.

It seemed as if there was a strange gaze from nowhere, penetrating through the heavy curtains and looking towards him.

On the other side, the invisible chain was like a thorn in the flesh, and it was impossible to get rid of it.

Young people nowadays...are really hot-tempered.

You're not going to stop at killing one of my incarnations. Do you have to kill me all?

It’s really a deteriorating world and people’s hearts are not as old as they used to be!
Kong Xun sighed and walked into the door of the Secret Service Bureau.

However, the step he took was involuntarily taken back.

Kong Shu looked at the empty door in front of him in confusion, raised his hand to touch it, but only touched an invisible barrier.

you……

Heavy footsteps could be heard from afar on the long street behind me.

The first thing that broke through the darkness was the bright flash of the bayonet.

Three soldiers, covered in wounds, slowly emerged from the wind and snow.

Kong Xun's pupils shrank slightly as he saw four heads hanging on the leader's belt.

Exactly the same head.

On the other side of the long street, accompanied by the sound of chains rubbing in the void, a white bone skull altar also broke through the dimensional barrier and fell from the sky.

The night-wandering god who takes lives, and the iron man in green and the female ghost in red who accompany him.

The three great demons of the Changsheng Sect...

Kong Yan swallowed hard, his mind racing, and suddenly he shouted, "If we don't take action now, when will we take action?"

The cold wind howled by.

The scene was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Although the two sides were facing each other from a distance, neither of them had any intention of taking action, so his quick-witted plan of driving the tiger to devour the wolf turned into a complete clown show.

Wang Yunxiao stared at the red-clothed female ghost opposite him. Although there was a talisman paper on her face, the talisman paper seemed perfunctory and familiar no matter how he looked at it.

Li Mumu stared at the head hanging on the waist of the soldier opposite, feeling confused and uncertain.

It's broken... Aren't the soldiers of the palace all iron weights that are not contaminated? How come there are people who believe in the Lord of Yellowstone?
Cutting off people's heads for decoration is something that only Satan's chosen ones, the Knights of the Throne, can do.

Don’t think that we have skeletons here too... ours is from the underworld system, which is different from your bloody ones!

Is this Kong Shu's final trump card? How could a dignified academy head end up colluding with the devil?
(End of this chapter)