Chapter 12: Shindo Wu Xu, Yamen Gang Taro

"You are not the same in ancient times, and you haven't apologized yet?" Nijin Xuan teased while wiping his head down.
The expression in the ancient room was stagnant, and he touched the back of the head in embarrassment and said embarrassedly: "Isn't this how I apologized to Chu Jun before I thought about it ... After all, I shot him without understanding the situation."
"Poof ..." Dong Xiang couldn't help laughing, and the lost mood just now disappeared.
Contrary to the harmonious coexistence in antique coffee shops, all kinds of people in the 20th district are panic-stricken, and the frequency of going out for 'hunting' is also greatly reduced. Few breeds dare to commit crimes, but in the end some breeds will despise white pigeons and blindly arrogant.
In the dark alley, a rickety figure, the old man in a white trench coat walked slowly, a weak and windless look. It's just noticeable that it was the white box he was carrying.
"Can't help it. Let's do it here." A figure emerged from the corner of the alley. A pair of scarlet eyes were extremely obvious in the dark, staring hungrily at the back of the old man like a hungry wolf.
At the next moment, the name started, and rushed towards the old man, and the son of the shoulder spread out, forming a sharp armour guarding the right arm, stab directly behind the old man.
"Oh ~"
In the electric light and flint room, the old man's footsteps stopped, and he didn't even return his head, and the suitcase flicked behind him. Using Cook's movements is very skillful, the sword light flashed, and the name fell to the ground, and a terrible scar appeared on his chest.
The box in the old man's hand turned into a blue sword-like cook.
"The real household Wu Xu ... Although the name of the top searcher is hung, this strength, even if it is a special grade, is not exaggerated." Chu Mo stood on the balcony on the top floor, and the dark one was below. Alley, after seeing the real household Wu Xu shot, he couldn't help but comment.
The name of that species was B, but it was instantly killed by the real household Wu Xu.
"I'm sorry, Senior Huo, I'm late." Wu Wu, the real Hu, has just solved the seed, and the other side of the alley in the distance is only a young figure running away. The man looks handsome, has a smart head, and is tall and sturdy. He is also wearing a white trench coat and is also a search officer.
"Yamen Gang Taro ... Shindo is really a good teacher." Chu Mo's eyes stayed on the young man, and he probed through the system. I can't believe that it was just an event that didn't take long after the death of Shindo. The person grows up to be able to independently kill the existence of the S-class seed.
"It's okay, Yamen, remember ... to seize this feeling ..." Shino's voice was getting smaller and lower, and he put his on his mouth, implying that Yamen was quiet, the corner of his mouth suddenly turned up, and he looked up. Altitude, "It seems that there are little mice staring at us."
The real household glanced at the roof above, but could not see the figure, frowning in doubt.
There was a trace of cold sweat on Chu Mo's forehead. If it wasn't for his guardian's ability to open the shadow trench coat in case of concealment, he might be noticed by the latter.
"Senior Moto, did you find anything?" Amen raised his head and looked around, but found no anomalies and asked.
"Yamen, sometimes don't just trust your eyes, but keep an intuition. More often, you might as well choose to believe this feeling." The real household still held his head up, his face was awkward, and the corners of his mouth were gradually rising.
There was hardly any warning, and he suddenly threw Cooke in the air, aiming at Chu Mo's position.
"Qiao!"
Cook cut off the stainless steel fence, and Chu Mo was forced to show his body in order to avoid the attack, and fell into the alley. The one-handed sword-shaped Cooke, after spinning around in mid-air, landed again and slanted it next to the true household Wu Xu.
"Oh, it seems that the garbage just brought us a good look." Wu Xubao, the real household, smiled and pulled up Cooke on the ground with one hand, and said to Amen.
"goods?"
Chu Mo slowly raised his head and asked in a cold tone, revealing the Satan mask and a pair of scarlet attractive eyes. The black hair was chaotic with the cold wind, and a pair of burning flame wings spread behind.
"It looks like a good material, it should be able to be made into a good cook, and there is no record of you in the 20th district. Is it a little mouse that slipped from somewhere else?" With a crazy smile, he turned to Yamen and said, "It's time to go, Yamen, just play with your own feelings, don't need to cooperate with me."
"Well." Yamen nodded seriously, and pressed the button on the box. The red Hachko quickly condensed into a bulky metal rod in his hand, apparently made of Koujin.
"Tick ~"
The external unit of the air conditioner installed on the wall dripped a drop of clear water, especially in the quiet alley, as if it were a signal. The moment the water dripped into the water, both sides moved at the same time.
Wu Xu and Yamen rushed over at almost the same time. The former attacked and the latter responded.
"If you can get rid of you here, you can really save a lot of trouble. Although CCg will definitely send new white pigeons, but at least I can breathe." Chu Mo said lightly, Yuhe on the left suddenly froze In fact, a pair of crystal-like feathers flew out and struck the two.
"Yamen!" Wu Xu, the real household, shouted loudly, and Cook, in the form of a one-handed sword, quickly spun up, blocking a piece of red crystal-like feather grid.
Yamen took the opportunity to rush to the front, roared and jumped up, raised the metal rod in his hand and smashed it fiercely!
Chu Mo's right wing Yu He suddenly lifted up and collided with the metal rod, but the terrifying power still made Chu Mo frown, and the ground standing under his feet even split a small crack.
"Ah!" Amen shouted angrily, and began to increase his strength.
Chu Mo's mouth twitched involuntarily, a flash of cold awn flashed suddenly between his right hand, and a sharp sword light was drawn toward Yamen's throat.
"Qiao!"
The sound of gold-iron symphony sounded, and a blue one-handed sword, Cook, pulled Chu Mo's Shuihan sword between Yamen's throats. The real household Wu Xu walked past Yamen and reminded him: "It's a cunning creature, always beware of the other side, don't be careless, you will lose your life if you are careless."
"Yes, Senior Manu." Yamen's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he swallowed nervously, and his expression became even more tense.
"Old troublesome guy ..." Chu Mo frowned slightly, and the shadow under his feet wriggled quietly, slowly stepping back two steps, and pulled them away a little bit fiercely.