Chapter 650
: Chapter 242: Yuan Shu's Destruction
On the faces of the soldiers with guns, there was a mixture of fear and excitement, but their hands were shaking uncontrollably.Passionate picture feast
This is a novice who has no guts, but he is lucky, he poked randomly and hit himself.Yan □□zhong judged, but there was a look of disdain on his face.
He stepped back slightly, pulled out the tip of the spear suddenly, raised the knife with both hands and advanced again, the blade was like a wheel, and with the sound of poof, the lucky boy ended his luck, staring with terrified eyes, his head straightened Fly into the air.
The blood in the cavity splattered like mist, Yan Ming held the knife in one hand and wiped his face with the other, he opened his mouth wide to laugh, but suddenly his chest hurt.
Slightly stunned, he looked down, and saw a section of the shining spear head, with traces of blood on it, winding, forming a strange shape on the surface of the sharp spear head, and quickly receding to the two sides, turning into Make drops of blood dripping down. [
I was stabbed!
While he was thinking about it, his body shook, he staggered forward, and the tip of the gun protruding through his chest was pulled away from his chest, all the strength in his body seemed to rush out from there in an instant, and a burst of pain surged.
"what--"
He yelled loudly, the big knife in his hand danced like a wheel, and with two hoo hoo, he instantly knocked over two soldiers who wanted to take advantage, his eyes blurred, he struggled to breathe, and stopped with the knife.
"Good guy!" There was an admiration in his ear.He looked up, and saw a general in chain mail swiping a gun to fly away one of his own soldiers, but his eyes were on him, with a look of admiration on his face.
It was he who stabbed himself!Yan □□ head was full of fury.He's going to chop the bastard up!How dare he hurt himself, he shouted angrily in his heart.
His eyes became more and more blurred, he staggered two steps, and wanted to shout and swing the knife, but it turned into a ho ho, a strange sound deep in his throat, thud, followed by the sound that suddenly disappeared from his ears, just like that Fell face down on the ground.
so tired!
He thought vaguely, how long has he been killing?I don't remember, he only knows that he can't retreat, the land below is too small, if he retreats, no one can come up behind.If no one can come, how can the lord capture Yuan Shu?
The lord treats him very kindly, sometimes like his own dead mother.When it's cold, I will ask myself to wear more clothes. "You boy, where's the bright fat? When you catch cold, you'll have to fuck you, get out, go and put on more clothes...>
Yan Ming wanted to laugh, how could the lord speak like a lord at that time?It looks like a friend for many years, half-smiling, and still trying to kick.Every time at that time, everyone always laughed happily, and then dispersed with a bang.
I remember at that time, it seemed that the cold wind all over the sky had no power, and my heart was warm.At that time, Yan Ming thought about what to do for the Lord, and what more to do.
He always felt that he didn't do much, um, too little, too little to repay the lord's affection for him.
Yan Ming remembered that his family was very poor, it was really so poor that no one knew it in the mountains.In my memory, my father died early. In this life, except for my mother who also died later, no one smiled at me like the lord, scolded me affectionately, and rushed myself to add clothes.
Therefore, he always wanted to do more things, and this time he landed and grabbed the beach, and he was the first to grab the position.Pan Feng, who had always been his partner, was also squeezed to the back by him, and he remembered that he was so angry that his nose was almost crooked.
This is a novice who has no guts, but he is lucky, he poked randomly and hit himself.Yan □□zhong judged, but there was a look of disdain on his face.
He stepped back slightly, pulled out the tip of the spear suddenly, raised the knife with both hands and advanced again, the blade was like a wheel, and with the sound of poof, the lucky boy ended his luck, staring with terrified eyes, his head straightened Fly into the air.
The blood in the cavity splattered like mist, Yan Ming held the knife in one hand and wiped his face with the other, he opened his mouth wide to laugh, but suddenly his chest hurt.
Slightly stunned, he looked down, and saw a section of the shining spear head, with traces of blood on it, winding, forming a strange shape on the surface of the sharp spear head, and quickly receding to the two sides, turning into Make drops of blood dripping down. [
I was stabbed!
While he was thinking about it, his body shook, he staggered forward, and the tip of the gun protruding through his chest was pulled away from his chest, all the strength in his body seemed to rush out from there in an instant, and a burst of pain surged.
"what--"
He yelled loudly, the big knife in his hand danced like a wheel, and with two hoo hoo, he instantly knocked over two soldiers who wanted to take advantage, his eyes blurred, he struggled to breathe, and stopped with the knife.
"Good guy!" There was an admiration in his ear.He looked up, and saw a general in chain mail swiping a gun to fly away one of his own soldiers, but his eyes were on him, with a look of admiration on his face.
It was he who stabbed himself!Yan □□ head was full of fury.He's going to chop the bastard up!How dare he hurt himself, he shouted angrily in his heart.
His eyes became more and more blurred, he staggered two steps, and wanted to shout and swing the knife, but it turned into a ho ho, a strange sound deep in his throat, thud, followed by the sound that suddenly disappeared from his ears, just like that Fell face down on the ground.
so tired!
He thought vaguely, how long has he been killing?I don't remember, he only knows that he can't retreat, the land below is too small, if he retreats, no one can come up behind.If no one can come, how can the lord capture Yuan Shu?
The lord treats him very kindly, sometimes like his own dead mother.When it's cold, I will ask myself to wear more clothes. "You boy, where's the bright fat? When you catch cold, you'll have to fuck you, get out, go and put on more clothes...>
Yan Ming wanted to laugh, how could the lord speak like a lord at that time?It looks like a friend for many years, half-smiling, and still trying to kick.Every time at that time, everyone always laughed happily, and then dispersed with a bang.
I remember at that time, it seemed that the cold wind all over the sky had no power, and my heart was warm.At that time, Yan Ming thought about what to do for the Lord, and what more to do.
He always felt that he didn't do much, um, too little, too little to repay the lord's affection for him.
Yan Ming remembered that his family was very poor, it was really so poor that no one knew it in the mountains.In my memory, my father died early. In this life, except for my mother who also died later, no one smiled at me like the lord, scolded me affectionately, and rushed myself to add clothes.
Therefore, he always wanted to do more things, and this time he landed and grabbed the beach, and he was the first to grab the position.Pan Feng, who had always been his partner, was also squeezed to the back by him, and he remembered that he was so angry that his nose was almost crooked.