Chapter 185: Behind the scenes

Lu Qiu can be sure that he hates being feeling played by others...
Although no one likes to be played by others... But Lu Qiu has an unusual dislike in this regard.
When I was a child, I often seemed to have a guy who often played for himself, a very handsome man, but Lu Qiu remembered who he was.
And now.
Lu Qiu has always been playing with other people's positions, isn't it?
Picking up the broken mp3, Lu Qiu gently squeezed the debris to the ground.
This time is the same...
Lu Qiu’s mouth swelled slightly and raised his hand. Suddenly, a small bat emerged from the shadow of Lu Qiu’s light...
The bat flew to the front of Lu Qiu, and the blood rushed over it, forming the appearance of Lu Qiu...
Lu Qiu has never said that he is an ontology...
This skill of blood is very good...
As a hunter, Lu Qiu will not look down on any prey. If the prophet has prophetic skills, he will escape early. If he stays here, unless he is really looking for death, then he must have a backhand.
Lu Qiu does not know what his back hand is. If he doesn't need to escape because he thinks his power is strong, Lu Qiu will crush his confidence to him.
Even if there is no power to control the blood, the sharpness of the magic knife is not a vegetarian. If the combat power of Lu Qiu is to be defined, it must be slightly stronger than the current strongest Cavalier Don Quixote, except for the white-blade war, no matter the massive destructive power. Or the ultimate goal of the battle. Kill the enemy!
Lu Qiu is definitely above the most powerful knight.
If it is not because of your own strength, then there must be something special to escape.
The blood is stationed at the entrance, drawing a line that no life can take.
The avatar became blood and flowed into the body of Lu Qiu.
Lu Qiu closed his eyes and began to read the memories in his body.
The blood's avatar has the power of a part of the autumn, and if it is rigidly defined, it is also a kind of sputum composed of blood.
Memory can also be shared.
"Little child?" Lu Qiu read the memory of the blood of the body, a slight glimpse.
The so-called 'Prophet' did not escape early. Like Lu Qiu’s thought, he stayed in this room and never left.
The speed of the ‘Prophet’ is astonishing, even as fast as the time when even the blood is separated from the shot. Just disappeared in front of him.
However, after inheriting the dynamic vision of Lu Qiu metamorphosis. Still see the true face of the so-called 'prophet'.
The age is probably only about 12 years old...children.
Lu Qiu did not think of it, it would be a child.
and……
‘Hey, my older brother, Gui’an...’
"!"
When Lu Qiu continued to recall, he suddenly found out that this guy’s face appeared in front of the blood!
The memory of the blood is like this. He became a little bat when he was lying in the hallway. This guy... appeared in front of the blood avatar!
He did not run away. Even saying hello to Lu Qiu’s avatar!
‘Now is not the time to meet, brother, adults, give you a big surprise before. I need to keep some mystery. ’
This tender and crisp sound seems to be ringing in the autumn of the road!
Lu Qiu wants to see his or her face...
just.
Lu Qiu’s fingertips suddenly came a long time.
Everything has become blurred.
Lu Qiu once again looked down and looked down at the blood flowing on the ground.
Useless!
This is the first time in the history of Lu Qiu that he has encountered blood that he has no way to control freely.
Equivalent to the existence of one's own body, the blood of the body actually turned out to be...
Recycling failed?
Lu Qiu looked at the blood contaminated at the fingertips, as if he was resisting Lu Qiu, or it became something that did not belong to Lu Qiu.
This time, Lu Qiu is really silent.
There is no way to control the blood on the desktop.
What is blood?
About 8 percent of human body weight is blood, and more than 4,000 milliliters of blood lost will die!
But for Lu Qiu, a blood family, and the true ancestor of the summit of this race.
Blood is the life of Lu Qiu! arms! power! right……
This represents a lot of things. If every scarlet blood is alive, then Lu Qiu is the king who rules these beings.
No matter who is bleeding in the body, they must obey the order of Lu Qiu.
Now, Lu Qiu’s kingship is being challenged...
How long has Lu Qiu experienced this feeling? Lost the feeling of weapons...
Just now, the blood on the small table, which started flowing on the small table, began to draw a strange route on the small table, leaving a trace...
Under the gaze of Lu Qiu, this pool of blood gradually formed a line of English words...
‘i.......’
I... want to play a game with you.
This sentence... is the jigsaw of the Ghost Saw, the ghost of the murderer, the opening game before the death game begins.
Now, the guy who controls the control of these blood, wants to express to himself is...
Have you become a participant in a death game?
Behind the scenes, ghosts, murderers...
This guy... Is it wrong to make a mistake?
Lu Qiu chuckled, and then the laughter became bigger and bigger.
"Participants in the death game? What a joke..."
Lu Qiu’s fingers suddenly stroked on the top of the blood, and the blood splashing thundered like a thunder!
"Are you wrong?" Lu Qiu's scarlet pupils exude a shuddering light. "This boring game has already started! But the planner is not you! It's me! You are just a participant! One of the world's 700 million participants is a negligible one!"
Lu Qiu is not a victim, but a ghost hiding behind the scenes! Killer...
This is the identity of the script written by Lu Qiu at first, no one can change.
same……
"Take away the things of others is to pay the price." That blood, once again in the hands of Lu Qiu, the king of the night has the ability to control any blood, no one can take away his army of thousands of horses!
"Do you know that there is something called a counterattack? Since you sent me such a small gift~EbookFREE.me~ then I will give you a copy..."
Blood is broken between the finger joints of the road, like glass, with the imprint that does not belong to Lu Qiu, together... was crushed into a residue by Lu Qiu!
..................
"cough!"
On the outskirts of the church, a small person on the park bench, a small figure suddenly fell to the ground.
The scarlet blood spilled from the eyes and dripped down the cheeks on the floor... and the mouth also overflowed with a lot of blood.
This thin and petite figure, looking at the blood flowing down on the ground, not only did not panic, but whispered out, and the similarity of Lu Qiu's laughter.
"Brothers and adults... Sure enough... very powerful...but, at the beginning of the game, it is not over..."
Slowly stood up and finally gazed at the view of the cathedral and disappeared into the crowd. (To be continued.)