After doing all the bad things, it turns out they are all true?

Another group of security guards who were about to rush over were cut into countless pieces by the knife net.

All the bullets fired were destroyed.

A large amount of vitality was fed back, filling Xue Ming's hunger and thirst for many days, and also offsetting the consumption of using the "special skills".

The murderous aura on Fan Lin became even stronger.

"The good dogs of Jiale Media are taking action!"

"While he's off guard, we have more people, so let's charge in and kill him!"

A chaotic fight began.

Someone among the black market merchants behind him shouted.

The effect is extremely obvious.

The next second, the huge crowd, fearing being hit by stray bullets, retreated five meters in unison.

Just kidding?

Didn’t you see that guy? Is killing people easier than cutting leeks?

Whoever goes up is an idiot. Wouldn't it be better to wait until his energy is exhausted and then go up to finish him off?

Black market traders all have a way out.

The security guards at Jiale Media didn't.

They could only rush forward in waves, continue to aim and shoot from behind, and worry about not killing people.

Seeing this, Fan Lin didn't want to fight any longer, fearing that he might accidentally kill too many people.

After all, acting should be more realistic.

How can we lure out Bu Wenxia if we kill our way through the black market directly?

Now that the hatred has been built up enough, it's time to withdraw.

Fan Lin fired a shot into the crowd behind him.

He directly beat a black marketeer to death.

When the other six people saw this situation, they began to retreat to the periphery without hesitation.

With another blow, he chopped down several of the fastest security guards.

Fan Lin held Bu Youxue under his left arm, threw down the wheelchair and rushed out.

The blood roar turned into a ten-meter-long broken blade to clear the way.

However, the effect was not very obvious, because the black market merchants surrounding outside were afraid of being hit by bullets and retreated faster than Fan Linchong.

Always stay out of pistol range.

Like a pack of wolves chasing a wounded prey, they waited until Fan Lin was exhausted before rushing forward.

But, they never dreamed of it.

After Fan Lin killed several security guards who were chasing him, his stamina bar had increased from the initial 70% to 100%.

tired?

nonexistent.

Moreover, humans and strange followers are different.

It absorbs human vitality without any strange contamination and has almost zero side effects.

The more you kill, the more excited you become, and the more you kill, the more you want to kill.

Fan Lin walked through the crowd like a sea of ​​tides, like a tiger returning to the mountains or a dragon returning to the sea, full of relaxation.

He was even a little afraid that the scene was not acting well, and was thinking about how to increase the difficulty and make himself look like he was in danger.

“Fuck!”

"No, pervert, you are so fierce?"

Bu Youxue's tiny body was tucked under Fan Lin's armpit.

She looked at the crowd fleeing around her, her eyes wide open in shock.

This is just like reading a martial arts novel, so exciting, right?

"Woohoo~!"

"Run faster, run faster, they are catching up~"

Seeing Fan Lin didn't even break a sweat.

Bu Youxue realized that it was most likely stable, and she was no longer afraid, and began to cheer with enjoyment.

Kill through the black market.

It’s a rare opportunity in a century, and today she was able to participate in person.

Wakakaka——!

It’s so enjoyable, so enjoyable!

"Hahahahaha!"

"You stinky old men are just dead rats hiding in the black market."

"Haven't you always wanted to kill me?"

"Come on, come on, let's go together!"

"My servants will kill you!"

Waves rise with the wind, and sway against the wind.

Bu Youxue made faces and began to mock the crowds that were fleeing on both sides.

That look is the typical example of a villain who has succeeded.

It was as if the credit for killing the black market was hers.

The black market merchant next to him watched his enemy shouting, his face almost twisted with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

They all cursed in their hearts: "Damn, how fast can you run?"

"How can you run so fast while carrying a person?"

Fan Lin was not tired, but the black market merchants who followed him were extremely tired and gasping for breath.

They have all begun to wonder who is actually trying to trick whom?

How come the roles are completely reversed?

If they continue like this, they might not get the bounty and instead they will die of exhaustion here.

"Chase--!"

"If we let them escape, we'll all die!"

Like a tail, the security guard following Fan Lin also realized that the situation was not good.

Catching a dead man is better than catching nothing.

They were completely crazy, firing bullets as if they were free.

The huge commotion also attracted the attention of the black market order management team.

To the left rear, another large group of men in black with badges and more advanced thermal weapons rushed over, about to join the chaotic battlefield.

"A dragon holding flowers?"

"really interesting."

Fan Lin glanced back and saw the golden badge on the clothes of the Black Market Management Brigade, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I didn’t expect that the trip to the black market would bring me such an unexpected gain.

I met my colleagues again in the copy.

Found a new clue.

Fan Lin suddenly had a good idea.

He threw out all of the broken blades of Blood Ring, turning them into a huge knife net to block the incoming bullets.

Then he switched weapons, threw the pistol in his left hand to his right hand, and fired a bullet into his thigh.

"Run faster!"

"You rubbish, are you capable of anything?"

"If we don't catch up quickly, we'll be gone soon~"

“＠＃%！%!!”

"Ah?"

Bu Youxue was having a great time casting magic at a high intensity when she suddenly heard a gunshot.

She looked down and saw that it was Fan Lin who shot through her calf.

……

……

……

no……

you……

no……

you?

you?

???

Diagnosed with gastroenteritis, on IV drip

Ugh……

The book club and readers who have read the previous leave application also know that Daidai has been suffering from severe diarrhea these days.

In the past, in order to save money, I have been reluctant to go to a big hospital and went to a small clinic.

I drank Chinese medicine and montmorillonite powder, but it only caused constipation and I couldn't defecate. My stomach still hurt.

I really couldn't bear it anymore today, so I went to the hospital for a check-up. The result was gastroenteritis, which was probably caused by the medicine I took before.

Small clinics... really can't be trusted, there are tricks everywhere, and they can even bring harm to good people.

I really can't keep updating these past few days, dear readers, please forgive me, it's too painful, really too painful...

I have to hang a drip today, so I can only take another day off.

I'll try to make up for it when I update tomorrow. I'm sorry, I'm really very sorry. I bow 90 degrees.

Chapter 142 You Are Really My Living Father (Two Chapters in One)

The broken blades were shattered into thousands of pieces, and the red light was everywhere, like meteors falling to the earth.

Silk threads condensed from blood crisscrossed and danced, weaving thousands of broken blades into a large net that quickly enveloped the crowd.

The bullets were like flies flying into a spider web. In an instant, they lost their strength and were eaten up.

Dozens of strong men holding spears were caught off guard and covered by the blood net and cut into countless pieces.

That rich and abundant vitality was completely devoured by Taotie.

The host and Xue Ming split the profits 30% and 70%.

Releasing a large amount of broken blades will consume a lot of physical strength, spiritual power, and vitality.

Although, relying on the 30% of nutrition fed back, it is almost possible to achieve "balance of income and expenditure".

But, in order to act, Fan Lin shot himself in the calf.

With his current physical condition, he didn't feel any pain when he was hit by a bullet made of spiritual energy.