Step Back! Master is Here! Chapter 102: The hostages have been killed by me

"Everyone said they ate, how could they vomit?" Tang Luo said.
The power of this shard is similar to that of the Nero shard from the previous mission.
"... I said, I really don't want to be against you." The masked man lowered his voice.
Is n’t it a matter of eating fusion if he eats the pieces of life pattern, to be honest, he does n’t know.
The seeds of power that can be directly fused in your hands, no one will be idle enough to eat into the mouth, but not a baby. They like to stuff everything into their mouths and use the bite to explore the outside world.
But the mask man knows very well that this Xuanzang monk is the holder of life.
In the case of becoming a holder of life, you cannot hold another life.
So, this just ate the life pieces.
Now, there are two ways to get the shard of life, one is inconvenient to describe, and the other is to open the person and remove the shard of life again.
"You forced me." The masked man shook his right hand, a small knife-an exquisite handle, and a three-inch, seven-point knife was pinched in his hand.
Raise your right hand slowly, standing upright on your chest.
Uncle Qiang, A Fei and Qin Menglan's faces suddenly became dignified.
They felt a threatening threat coming as the opponent drew a knife.
If Mang was on his back, it seemed as if someone had directly held his head with a gun and moved it a little.
Jun Jun face was silent, and the intention of killing slowly spread from him.
The heavy knife in his hand has not yet shot, and the heavy pressure brought by it is already so horrible-or that it is because no shot is taken to bring such terrible pressure.
After he shot, maybe there was no pressure, because the knifeman had died.
"Hmm ..." The Xiaotian dog was also full of hair, and the meowing turned into a howl like a baby crying.
Only Tangluo looked as usual, not right, he should be thoughtful about touching his chin: "This kind of feeling, you should be the holder of life pattern, let me guess--"
Last time Nero guessed wrong, this time can't be wrong again.
Holding a flying knife in the openness of the ground, condensing without sending a hair, brought a feeling of lethal threat.
"It's you, Li Xunhuan!" Tang Luo said aloud, and he was sure he would never be wrong again.
As for why Li Xunhuan's life-style holders do such things as forcible grabbing.
The holder of the life pattern imitates and stays close to the original life pattern owner, but it is indeed a way to increase strength, but it is not even the character and the morality are aligned with the original owner.
It is necessary to look at individual struggles and also take into account the course of history.
It is impossible to say that a person who had been thoughtful and determined afterwards became the holder of someone's life and personality who has no courage, and will only have no brain.
The mask man didn't speak, and remained in a condensed posture. He was looking for flaws.
Xiao Li Fei Dao, no false hair!
Why there is no false hair, because no shot is not possible, and no mistake is not made, so there is no false hair.
Well, this is a joke.
It is naturally more difficult to use a hidden weapon as a sharper than to put a cold gun.
Pay attention to an enemy who doesn't move. If I don't move, the enemy will die.
Of course, you can't just shoot.
"Close it up, don't make things big, we are only here to recover the pieces of life, not to kill." At this time, a voice came from behind Tang Luo.
Another member of the martial art myth arrived?
"Mage Xuanzang, is it okay to hand over the fragments of the life pattern?" The voice said, "otherwise--"
"Master, save your life." Atuo sounded awkwardly.
Turning around, Tang Luo saw the same black man in a mask, holding the driver Atuo.
The man rested one hand on Atuo's shoulder.
Nothing like a dagger was placed on Atuo's neck, but the threat was obvious.
"Li Xunhuan" did not immediately retract the flying knife. Now the scene is hanging on the line.
"You have something to eat, Atuo." Tang Luo said looking at Atuo.
Atuo was helpless: "It's not me who can't, the enemy is too strong."
He also wanted to try to resist. He Nai was too strong. He subdued him and became a "good baby."
"Without killing, how do you recover the debris?" "Little Li Fei Dao" asked.
"Spit it out," said another masker, tone of hate for iron and steel.
The life piece will not be digested, and it will be finished if it is spit out?
"..." Li Fei Dao stunned for a moment, it seems that it can be done.
"Master Xuanzhang, please," said the masked man in black.
"Well!" Tang Luo was not polite at all. "What does our family thing have to do with you, an outsider?"
"family?"
"What do you mean?"
Qin Menglan is also full of doubts, is it possible that Master Xuanzhang and this "little flying knife" actually know each other?
"Xunhuan, you forgot, I am your elder brother Long Xiaoyun!" Tang Luo turned to Xiao Li Fei Dao again, sincerely.
Who is Long Xiaoyun?
At the turn of the eight worship of Li Xunhuan in the merciless sword, he worshiped his elder brother and was also a hypocrite.
The main deed was to marry Lin Shiyin, a cousin who had an affectionate relationship with Li Xunhuanlang, and let Li Xunhuan take the initiative to put on a female green hat.
"you wanna die!"
Many people know the story between Long Xiaoyun and Li Xunhuan.
Even if you don't know it, you will definitely know it if you become the holder of the relevant life form.
Tang Luo said that the little Li Feidao was suddenly furious.
Tang Luo was right. He was indeed the holder of Li Xunhuan's life pattern, but this did not mean that he liked to send women, and staged joy on his head.
"small--"
Almost at the moment when Li Feidao was furious, another man in black mask opened his mouth.
Unfortunately, the words of reminder have just been exported.
Tang Luo has disappeared, and Qin Menglan only felt a gust of wind sweeping past him.
When returning to God, Li Xiaodao had been wrapped around his neck with one hand by Tang Luo and raised in the air.
He kept struggling, but he could only kick his legs in vain, grasping Tang Luo's arm tightly with both hands.
The flying knife that was originally pinched in the hand has reached Tang Luo's hand.
What martial arts, what flying knives, what skills, what enhancements are all completely invalid at this moment, and can't play any role.
Tang Luo's strength turned into a threat of death, making Xiao Fei Dao completely unable to resist, and could only bear it passively.
Within a few seconds, he had already rolled his eyes and his consciousness began to blur.
Leaning her legs also became weak and twitched.
Tang Luo loosened his fingers slightly.
He controlled it perfectly, letting this little Li Feidao test wildly on the edge of death, but not really die.
"Hostages? I have them too, so let's exchange them now." Tang Luo said, looking at the masked man in black.
"... Despicable." The black-faced man squeezed two words out of his teeth.
"What qualifications do you have to say this?" Qin Menglan said.
Obviously it's you first, either to life pieces or threaten them with hostages.
Now Tang Luo is just giving back his teeth.
"Fragment of life is ours," said the masked man in black.
"Oh?" Qin Menglan answered.
Isn't the thirteen shards of life coming directly from the game of gods and demons, but from the martial art myth?
It is not impossible.
"As evidence, it has been handed over to the country, and you have no right to take it back," said Qin Menglan, thinking of a possible one.
We are the official agency and represent the country. Which small cookie is your martial art myth?
"..."
"Well. Now that you don't want to exchange--" Tang Luo said, holding up the flying knife he had just captured.
As soon as the voice fell, go straight.
The little Li Feidao in his hand turned into a cold light, and with the whistling sound of emptiness, he blinked through Atuo's chest in an instant.
Atuo's mouth was slightly open, with an incredible expression on his face, and the blood on his chest was slowly stained with blood.
"puppet?"
"fake?"
"Is Atuo a companion?"
Qin Menglan was astonished by Tang Luo's actions and thought of other possibilities at the same time.
The man in the black mask behind his right hand has left Atuo's shoulder.
Just now it was not dodging in time, plus the flying knife was "blocked" by Atuo, even he would be injured.
"The hostages have been killed, are you still not surrendering?" Tang Luo said, looking at the masked man in black.
A Tuo knelt on the ground, his breath gradually weakened.
"You lunatic!" The masked man for a moment stunned for about a second, probably digesting the fact in front of his eyes.
Immediately after roaring, I turned and ran, and the speed was fast ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It seemed to shrink into an inch, and it ran a hundred meters away at once.
Dead friends don't die poorly, selling teammates sells very simply.
There are bad people in the crowd!
Tang Luo glanced at the dog.
Xiaotian dog shook his head, flew out like lightning, and chased towards the masked man in black.
"Be optimistic about him." Tang Luo stunned Xiao Fei Dao, threw it to Uncle Qiang, and walked towards the dying Attorney, reaching out and pressing his head.
Merit Yulian began to "open the light to heal" through Tang Luo's hand.
"Atuo is not a companion?" Qin Menglan came over and asked, his expression and tone were extremely complicated.
Don Luo said, "Isn't he the one you brought?"
"I'm sure he is his own, I thought--" Qin Menglan stopped talking and changed the subject, "You avoided the key points?"
"No, you must kill when you say that, and the monk does n’t slang. Unless Attorney has skills such as 'Heart Regeneration'." Tang Luo paused and said, "And avoid the key, I guess that masker can find it."
"... Atuo is really dead?" Qin Menglan's eyes widened.
"Well, I stopped breathing for a second before I put my hand on his head." Tang Luo said, "but don't worry, the poor monk's light will save even the dead!"
While talking, Tang Luo suddenly appeared with golden light, completely covering Atuo into it.
The scene was instantly gorgeous.
Now I will show you the true technique of Master Xuanzang.
About half a minute later, Atuo opened his eyes blankly, his hands instinctively touched his chest, and there was no wound.
The pain just now seemed like hallucinations.
"I'm not dead?" Atuo asked.
"No, the donor you died, but the poor monk rescued you again. Open the mystery of the light, the dead are resurrected, the bones are muscled!"