Chapter 678: pardon

Chapter 678: You Say It Again
Damn, how could there be such agile humans in this world?
The woman in gray could tell that Ye Tianlong was not only agile, but also seemed to know his marksmanship well.
In other words, he knows the path of the bullet from his gun well, knows the trajectory that the bullet flies in advance, and avoids it dangerously and dangerously!
Suddenly, the pupils of the woman in gray suddenly widened.
Because she found that Ye Tianlong was getting closer and closer when he kept dodge the bullets, and he would soon be under the hill.
An inexplicable fear completely covered the gray-clothed woman's body, and to make matters worse, the bullet in the gun was empty.
Although she was solemn, she quickly calmed down, quickly unloaded and reloaded at a normal level, and protruded her muzzle again for the first time.
It's just that the figure has walked out of the blurry state, getting clearer and bigger, and has appeared face to face in front of the muzzle.
An overwhelming fighting spirit pressed over.
The gray-clothed woman's eyelids twitched, and the trigger was about to be pulled, but one hand gently gripped her fingers, Ye Tianlong's voice was very soft:
"Grey wolf, how is Jacks?"
The gray-clothed woman's face changed: "Who are you? How do you know me?"
"Your marksmanship is exactly the same as that of the dead ghost Red Wolf. You are wearing a gray suit. Ninety-nine percent of them are Jacks' playthings, Gray Wolf."
Ye Tianlong smiled faintly: "Jacks is really in decline, killing and arson will call Xiaojiaowa out, it's a waste of your value."
"Red wolf? Are you the one who killed the red wolf?"
The gray wolf's face changed drastically, and then his left hand dropped, a knife flashed out, and it pierced Ye Tianlong's neck directly.
The speed was extremely fast, but as soon as the blade arrived, the gray wolf felt a pain in her wrist, and the blade suddenly turned back and pierced her own throat.
Ye Tianlong kissed her forehead: "Baby, goodbye..."
Before the words fell, Ye Tianlong's body suddenly flicked, and the whole person leaned up and flicked out. At almost the same moment, a blade of light poured down.
The two big trees also crashed down.
"boom!"
In the dust, a figure shot out from a tree, chasing Ye Tianlong...
The attacker was extremely fast, facing Ye Tianlong in midair, his hands were wrong, a few hand shadows shot out, and the goal was clear to take Ye Tianlong's foot.
He seemed to want to smash Ye Tianlong's feet.
Ye Tianlong, who was in the air, stretched out his left hand, grabbed a branch, flicked his feet, and greeted him.
"Bang bang bang..."
Fists and feet continued to collide in mid-air, spurring a series of vigor, and within ten seconds, the two sides collided more than ten times.
The figure rushed quickly and landed quickly. After another collision, the attacker fell to the ground lightly like a falling meteor.
"Crack!"
Ye Tianlong's body also bounced up five or six meters due to brute force, tore off the branch in his hand, and then fell to the ground with a snorting sound.
Compared with the ease of the attacker, Ye Tianlong fell heavily on a stone, the stone cracked, and there were more cracks in the spider web.
Then the stone crackled and shattered under Ye Tianlong's feet.
Yesterday, Ye Tianlong had a lot of overdraft and had a lot of physical strength. Just now, he had used his strength to kill the gray wolf, so he suffered a small loss this round.
"Which attacked you, Brother Long, me?"
Ye Tianlong held the box, stabilized his body, looked up, and saw a man with a Chinese character face in a black robe.
Although his clothes were black, his cheeks looked quite pale, as if he came out after lying in a coffin for seven or eight months.
And there was a chill on his body, that kind of aura was the soil behind the bottom of the coffin, it was so cold that people did not dare to approach indiscriminately.
He looks very rigid and a bit of a medieval religious style, incompatible with modern society, the kind of being beaten at any time on the road.
But Ye Tianlong struck a spirit, and in the next second, he ran away, still yelling:
"God, death is here, death is here."
Ye Tianlong carried the box and ran into the forest desperately. He quickly disappeared from the sight of the black robe man.
The black-robed man was startled first, and then moved to catch up.
Ye Tianlong was exhausted and restrained his fleeing pace. After tens of meters, the black robe man saw Ye Tianlong's back again.
The two constantly shuttled through the woods, using dense trees to move forward in a snake-like shape.
Seemingly intentional or unintentional, the two have always been separated by a distance of about ten meters.
One ran, the other chased, and quickly approached the center of the woods. The black-robed man looked calm, his feet didn't stop, and he didn't worry about a trap ahead.
What he is least afraid of is the so-called despair of a life of nine deaths, Hades's of death, supreme, with his own pride and stubbornness.
Go after it!
Five minutes later, when approaching the center of the forest, the trees changed from dense to sparse, and the field of vision changed from dark to open, and a small lake could be seen.
Fifteen meters in diameter, the water is very green, but not deep.
At this moment, the running figure of Ye Tianlong suddenly stopped, from extreme movement to extreme silence, the transition was abrupt but harmonious, and the chasing Death God also stopped.
"Wow!"
Ye Tianlong flashed a shot in his hand and blasted out at Death.
"Boom boom!"
Ye Tianlong shot all three bullets in one breath, the expression on Death's face did not change at all, and his body moved to avoid the deadly bullets.
It's just that Ye Tianlong's marksmanship was too sharp. Although he didn't kill him, he still left a blood stain at the base of his ears, which was red and dazzling.
The of death, who was almost innocent, felt the wound at the base of his ear, his eyes colder.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Tianlong slid out more than ten meters, but this time instead of running forward, he ran to the other end of the lake, opposite to Death.
He knows that although his marksmanship is sharp, it is still difficult to kill the of death unless he keeps a distance and has enough distance.
"Hey, you can't chase me now, right?"
Ye Tianlong leaned on a tree opposite, looked at the of death who was more than ten meters apart, and pulled a collar to gasp:
"Reaper, go home for dinner, stop playing."
He very kindly advised: "You can't chase me. Although I am not good at physical strength, at least I can do a hundred laps with you."
"And if you can't take me down quickly, it's easy to be blocked by the police. Your identity is so sensitive and it's not good to be exposed."
"You'd better go home, don't go to the muddy water. I don't have money to buy a plane ticket. I can sponsor you 18,000."
Reaper's face did not change at all, his tone was extremely cold: "Ye Tianlong, you are still so shameless."
"Give me the box. I won't pursue the death of Wolverine."
He added word by word: "Otherwise, I will smash you tonight. You have no physical strength. You don't have a gun on your body. You will only die if you run into me."
A red knife flashed out of Ye Tianlong's right hand: "I didn't hear it just now, speak louder, say it again."
Seeing a little red, the of death fell silent for an instant, his eyes were a little solemn.