The national costume of the king's glory is a girl

Chapter 691 This battle, you die, I live (3)

He paused every word, loudly: "Since this is the case, this battle...you die, I live."

Not you die, I die;
But you die, I live.

This is charm.

Don't bow your head easily, don't give up easily.

Today is Wen April's birthday.

I have imagined countless times, what kind of beautiful and sweet day her birthday will be.

But I never thought that it would be such a day full of blood and fighting.

There was a cool breeze in the dark night, and a strong smell of blood gradually permeated the air, strong and deadly.

There was a splash in the reservoir, and people fell in one after another.

And near the reservoir, this is just the beginning of a world-shattering fight.

Lost the Desert Eagle M that accompanied her growing up.

Wen Siyue could only fight close to the body.

She knocked down Lu Xianglan's men first, quickly snatched the blade from his hand, then got some weapons, and started to slaughter frantically.

Every time someone was killed, blood splashed on her body, face, and eyelashes.

She didn't even bat an eye.

Everyone on the Tao knows that the sharpshooter Mei only kills the scum of society, and never takes people's lives lightly.

But today's charm...

But it is like the hell girl Shura.

Wherever she went, there was blood and screams everywhere.

The three of them, Lu Xianglan and Shen Mubai, had been standing on top of the reservoir and never came down.

until--

Nearly thirty people fell to the ground slammed by Wen Siyue single-handedly.

Lu Xianglan squinted his eyes, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Mo Ran is hurt, just stand here and watch, Shen Mubai...you go."

There was no hesitation, nor any dullness.

Shen Mubai jumped directly from the reservoir.

The tall, angry figure fell in front of Wen Siyue in an uproar.

at that time.

In Siyue Wen's hand, he just cut the neck of a subordinate with a knife.

She gently pushed the body away.

Blood was almost splashed all over her pale face.

In memory, Shen Mubai seems to have never seen her like this...

This look reminded him of his master.

It was also like this when the master was about to die...

Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.

"Charm."

Shen Mubai stood in front of her, staring at her like a corpse.

"Stop fighting fearlessly, hand over all your things, and I can ask Mr. Lu to spare your life."

Wen Siyue stood facing the wind, and the air was filled with a bitter smell of blood.

But she felt nothing at all.

"Shen Mubai." Wen Siyue glanced at him lightly, her eyes were calm but full of deterrent determination: "From the moment I knew that he killed Grandpa, I had no intention of going back empty-handed."

"I will personally take his head on Lu Xianglan's neck and go to grandpa's coffin to apologize."

Wen Siyue said slowly, and suddenly lifted up a part of her clothes.

The sharp blade in the hand raised the knife and fell.

A piece of black cloth was already held in his hand.

When the wind blows, the fabric dances slightly.

But that scene was very sad and miserable.

"You and I are brothers and sisters...but we still became enemies in the end. From now on, Shisantang will have nothing to do with you, Shen Mubai. I will personally clean up, sort out, door, and household for the master."

Wen Siyue gritted her teeth, her eyes almost paranoid.

There is no gun...she is still the same charm.

That... Mei who will never admit defeat!
How about injuring one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-inflicted injuries?
As long as they can perish...it's not impossible to die together.

(End of this chapter)