When Mu Qian saved Song Shijing with a lunch box, he also brought this woman with a little stupid but really beautiful point, and the female demon-removing master with good figure directly into the grove and took off her clothes for healing...

On the street, two men who were still fighting on the street at the zebra crossing at the intersection were escalating.

The man with a small dreadlocked braid, dark skin, and headphones, his legs were like the wind, and he kept moving in difficulty. He seemed to be pressing against a strong man who took off his shirt, but in fact, he was at a disadvantage when he was fast attacking.

If you slow down the movements of the two, you will find that the attack rhythm of the little dreadlocks has been adapted by Chen Shaoyong. Not only are the whip legs always steadily blocked by Chen Shaoyong's iron arms, but the heavy punches that Chen Shaoyong burst from time to time can force the little dreadlocks to retreat.

After a long battle, there were no screams and gunfire in the park. It is logical that the task should be completed.

A rapid sirens sounded from afar.

The little dreadlocked suddenly burst out with a sharp attack and kicked Chen Shaoyong in the arm three times. When Chen Shaoyong raised his fist to counterattack, he used the power from Chen Shaoyong's arm to rush out to the side of the road.

He turned around with one hand, but his little dreadlocks didn't turn back and rushed into the alley next to him.

"Don't think about leaving!"

Chen Shaoyong shouted angrily, just as he was about to step up and chase, the little dreadlocks had already run away... the speed difference was too much.

You can see the little groomed braid stomping left and right on both walls. As the figure swayed, he easily jumped to the three-story roof. He turned his head and made a gesture of middle finger facing down at the uncle who was obviously old but exposed his upper body...

It's so fast, I can't catch up with this.

Chen Shaoyong's chest was undulating, and his muscles, which were wet with sweat, were coated with an orange-yellow color in the setting sun.

Ansheng's day is over again... Originally, during the process of pursuing the soul revival, he encountered the soul revival members several times, and they all broke the enemy with a pair of iron fists.

But this time he encountered this little dreadlocked, unable to keep up with the other party's speed, and there was no help beside him, so he could only watch the other party leave.

He probably was on the list of Restoring Soul... He curled his lips indifferently.

"Oh no, Xiao Song!"

Come back to his senses from the joy of the battle, Chen Shaoyong slapped his forehead and turned around and ran towards the roadside.

There were more than ten intersections, and the shutter sounds of mobile phones taking pictures. This fight between Kuai and Ji was completely photographed by a driver and spread through the Internet.

But these are at most two "martial arts masters" against each other, not supernatural, and they were not banned afterwards...

Chen Shaoyong first picked up his shirt on the ground, touched his wallet and cell phone, and turned around and ran towards the park.

He had already smelled the bloody smell of air and felt the unusual heat of the air...

The galloping police car arrived at the park gate almost at the same time as him, and Chen Shaoyong did not have an advantage in running speed.

The fat and thin policeman recognized the "supervisor" who revealed his identity at the police station in the afternoon and rushed out of the police car.

"Mr. Chen! There are gunshots in the park! There are also big dogs that bit people to death!" The fat policeman sweated heavily and pushed open the car door and shouted. They rushed over and forgot to turn on the car air conditioner while driving.

"Come with me! Be careful!"

Chen Shaoyong shouted and rushed into the park first.

The fat and thin policeman held the pistol tightly in both hands, curled up his legs slightly, ran forward quickly, and barely followed Chen Shaoyong.

The thin policeman was careful and shouted to the people who were vaguely watching: "There are gun-carrying criminals in the park! Don't come here! Help quarantine this side!"

Most of the onlookers who did not know the truth drove away immediately; some brave ones were driven by curiosity and looked at the park.

But no one really followed.

Chen Shaoyong was running and suddenly stopped at a corner, enduring the discomfort in his chest, pounding the muscles in his front chest, and the anger in his eyes almost turned into flames.

On a grass, there were corpses everywhere, bloody... The man whose head was bitten off, the woman whose torso was torn off...

"Damn! These beasts!" Chen Shaoyong gritted his teeth and cursed, looking at the two policemen who had just come over from the side, "You go to the east, I go to the west! Someone attacked you immediately! Don't hesitate!"

He ran towards the corner where he heard the violent explosion, not allowing the two policemen to follow him, because he was afraid that they would be involved in such an incident.

Just let the tough guy do this kind of thing.

"Old, Lao Zhu?" The thin policeman looked at the Shura scene on the grass with a pale face, "What's wrong?"

"Vomit!" The fat policeman turned his head and started vomiting.

This kind of thing is far beyond their understanding ability. The two of them have a little weak legs, but the mission of maintaining peace in the town has made them search the east as Chen Shaoyong told him.

Soon after, they found a beautiful female corpse wearing a cheongsam and grabbed their necks with both hands, as if they had strangled their own beautiful female corpse...

On the other hand, Chen Shaoyong's face became paler, feeling that Xiao Song might have been hit by a murderous attack.

‘Why can’t these guys who have mastered the ability to surpass common sense live like other people?’

Chen Shaoyong was thinking like this while running, he crossed a bush and rushed to the place where Song Shijing and the man playing ball were fighting.

Most of the smoke and dust had dissipated with the wind, and the air baptized by lightning had retained a lot of static electricity, and the clothes were crackling.

The man lying on the ground was in a mess, and he was holding up a few lunch boxes, and there were scattered lunches around him... This strange scene made Chen Shaoyong feel energetic and slowly lean on him.

There is no Xiao Song's body.

Chen Shaoyong has his own way of judging whether the dead body is real or disguised. The man lying on the ground is dead, with a wooden sword stuck on his shoulder and a corpse of a crow next to him.

The ground that was blown out of the big pit, the silver-white pistols, the dumped trees, and the turf that were lifted... were all showing the fierce battle just now to Chen Shaoyong.

"Bloods..." leads to the woods on the other side.

The light had become darker, and Chen Shaoyong shouted to the forest: "Xiao Song! Are you here? It's uncle, me!"

No response...

When Lin Mo came, Chen Shaoyong should do the most now is to wait for support. But he couldn't really give up on this little girl. He was not twenty years old and went out and invited himself to have a few meals.

He put his coat directly on his body and began to walk slowly towards the dark forest, following a little blood stain left on the ground.

"Help, help..."

This sound.

The five words are all weak, and the final "ah" is even more "flat"; why can't Chen Shaoyong hear any sense of urgency?

"What a familiar voice," he became more cautious, walked carefully for fifteen or sixteen meters, and finally saw the situation under the big tree.

Mu Qian was leaning against Song Shijing and sitting under the tree, muttering in his heart: "Why are you so slow?"

He secretly opened his left eye and looked. The dim light could not affect his sight. He saw the uncle who was walking over with his chest open and wearing a shirt, and said again: "Help..."

This is the aftermath plan that Lord Demon King thought of.

"Xiao Song!" Chen Shaoyong saw the situation under the tree clearly and did not run over immediately. After checking that there was no ambush nearby, he stood in front of the two of them, "The Sniper God is also... This young man! How are you?"

Song Shijing opened her eyes in a daze; her right hand was still covering her chest, but she saw Mu Qian lying beside her.

"Uncle... Look at what happened to him... He saved me, he must be injured..."

Her memory was not moved by Mu, but she naturally imagined many scenes by herself.

When he was seriously injured and unconscious, the young man bravely rushed up with two lunch boxes and fought with the bad demon-removing master.

Before, he was worried about his injuries and forced himself to take good care of himself... In the end, he finally couldn't stand the coma and passed by...

Song Shijing's eyes turned red again, and her affection for this young man was surging.

Her left hand was already able to move, and she barely sat upright. She looked at Mu Qian leaning against the tree trunk and looking at the miserable appearance of the muddy body. She bit her lip and wanted to hold him in her arms, but she didn't expect that she didn't have enough strength and pushed Mu Qian down on the grass and pressed herself on.

Mu Qian:...

Chen Shaoyong scratched his eyebrows and whispered to the side: "Xiao Song, although you are a girl... it is wrong to take advantage of others' danger. We are so beautiful, it will take only one minute to take him off..."

Mu Qian opened his eyes 'weak' and said in a tight voice: "Hurry, she's fainted again."

The uncle quickly moved forward and remembered the fact that these two young men were seriously injured.

More than ten minutes later, several military green cars that had just left for a few days rushed into the park, and martial law was immediately imposed on the vicinity of the park.

Sister Yu, the head of the demon-removing master, rushed to this place after receiving a text message from Song Shijing. She called and found that Song Shijing's mobile phone could not be connected. She got news again halfway, reporting that a monster injured people in this town... She could only arrive so promptly.

Half an hour later, Song Shijing and Mu Qian were carried onto a stretcher. After Chen Shaoyong shook hands with Sister Yu, he briefly explained the battle process just now, focusing on praising Song Shijing and the boy's heroic battle, which reduced the losses of the residents of the town to a minimum.

Chen Shaoyong concluded: "This Xiao Song is good, very responsible, and should be rewarded."

"Well, Team Leader Chen has troubled," Sister Yu smiled reluctantly, her eyes moved with Song Shijing, and said sorry, trotting and chasing her, holding Song Shijing's hand next to the stretcher.

Song Shijing was the one she grew up watching, and Sister Yu’s worries were written in her eyes.

Looking at the flashing light of the police lights, Chen Shaoyong touched a cigarette and held it at his mouth, and the light began to go out.

Holding his hands behind his head, he walked leisurely outside.

"It turns out that online games are still fun. Anyone who dies can be resurrected after a while."

...

Before being carried into the ambulance, Mu Qian slowly opened his eyes and coughed a few times, "Well, I seem to be fine, I just lost my strength just now."

Two white coats looked at each other in front of each other.

Mu Qian turned over and sat up from the stretcher. A demon-removing master in a suit next to him hurried over: "Boy, are you okay, boy!"

The badge hanging by the demon-removing master reveals his identity: the Institute of Unnatural Powers, Researcher, Tang Changkong.

"It's okay, I'm just a little exhausted," Mu Qian insisted on this statement. He took a deep breath. "I'm going to rush back to work. If there's nothing here, I'll leave first."

"Wait first," Tang Changkong looked at the busy crowd, "I'll ask Sister Yu if I want to clean up you... Cough, in short, don't move first."

Mu Qian slapped his mouth to cleanse his memory?

If you could move your memory, the demon world would probably be over long ago? It is related to dignity. If the memory is cleansed by humans so easily, it will also damage its majesty.

Mu Qian jumped off the stretcher and walked to the side as if nothing had happened; the two men raised their hands at the same time and blocked his way.

"Sir, you can't go back now!"

Mu Qian squinted his eyes gently, smiling, and a faint red light flashed in his lower abdomen...
Chapter completed!