Honglian and Qinghe were drinking and chatting with young people. The young people were so proud that they were as good as gold. Sometimes they were too lazy to even talk, but Honglian and Qinghe were very excited. After drinking a glass of wine, Qinghe asked, "Sir, can I invite you to dance?" A girl like this must be the favorite of everyone in the bar, but the young man seemed indifferent, "I'm sorry, I can't dance!"

"Then..." Qinghe stood there, her pink face was blushing and bleeding, neither was she leaving nor sat down. Two crystal tears rolled around in her eyes, feeling aggrieved, and I felt pity for her. Honglian was very unfair: "Sir, are we sisters not qualified to dance with you?"

Several tough young men sitting next to him were already angry when they saw the scene here. Seeing the two girls, pear blossoms were so pitiful, they couldn't help but arouse a heroic complex. They grabbed the beer bottle on the table, rushed to the young man, and cursed: "Who the hell are you? Is it amazing to have a woman's face? Believe it or not, I'll make you look a bit more manly?"

The young man sat there without even blinking his eyes, drinking alone, and directly ignored the young people in front of him as air.

A young man with a tiger head tattooed on his body could not bear it, and knocked off the bottom of the bottle with a "splash", grabbed half of the wine bottle and stabbed it at the young man's face, and shouted: "Fuck your mother, I'll tell you to pull it--"

Seeing this scene, the two girls screamed in fear and found someone fighting, and the bar was in a mess. The young man seemed to have never moved. The young man "tiger head" flew out on his back, with half a bottle of wine inserted into his throat, and blood shot out from the mouth of the bottle like a fountain. His body twitched twice and remained silent.

"Fuck, he killed our brother and ruined him-" The remaining young men threw away the bottle of wine, pulled out a sharp knife from their arms, and slashed at the young man in white. The young men seemed to have not moved, and a sword flashed by. The young men fell to the ground, their tendons and leg tendons were broken, and blood was flowing all over the ground, crawling around like seals, howling ghosts and wolves.

The young man threw away the knife in his hand, pulled out a white tissue to wipe his fingers, picked up the wine glass, looked at the two girls, and said coldly: "Are you two satisfied?"

Honglian and Qinghe's faces suddenly changed. The next moment, they rushed up like a female leopard, with their round and straight legs slashing in the air. Two ten-centimeter-high heels stabbed the young man's eyes and throat like daggers. The young man pressed the coffee table with his hands, his body flew flat, and after he turned to the chair, his movements were clean and neat, as if flowing water, and even half of the wine in the cup did not spill out. The two girls' attacks failed. When they turned their wrists, a dark little pistol appeared in each of their hands. This small "Thunder in the Palm" had only one shot, and it was absolutely every shot at such a close distance, not to mention that they could shut up.

The "Sharp Gunners" with their eyes hitting the incense heads would never need a second shot to kill people. Their movements were fast, and the young man's movements were faster. With a slight force, the wine in the glass shot up. His other hand popped out with the momentum. Two "pop" sounds, two drops of wine shot through the wrists of the two girls like bullets. The small "thunder in the palm" and "clang" fell to the ground. The two girls covered their broken wrists, and their pretty faces were twisted in pain, but they dared not move again. Because they knew that if they didn't stop, the "Wine Bullet" would penetrate not their wrists, but their heads. Seeing this scene, the guests in the bar ran cleanly.

"Papapapapapapa", crisp applause sounded from the stairs of the bar: "It is worthy of being the king of killers in the dark world. The 'Snow Demon' says to kill, and the methods and kung fu are really good!"

The snow demon stopped looking at the two girls, slowly turned around and saw a tall woman walking down the stairs, with a layer of gauze covering her face, unable to see her face clearly, and her body was like flying feathers, and she was not surprised. He sat down without caring, took a sip of wine, and said coldly: "I have heard of the peerless beauty of the 'Purple Moon Pavilion' for a long time, and I wonder if I have the honor to see the fairy face?"

The woman smiled and said, "Which woman dares to be called a peerless youth in front of the snow demon?" At this point, her voice became obviously cold: "I dare to ask Mr. Xue demon, what kind of grudges do we have with you? You are indiscriminately killing my fellow disciples?"

Xue Yao sneered, "Are you grudges? I really can't think of too much. It's just that someone killed Dan Tai Xiuhe, but poured sewage on my head. It seems that I should give me an explanation, right?"

The woman said, "Mr. Snow Demon suspects we did it?"

Xue Yao played with the wine glass and said lightly: "I have never 'doubt' in doing things!"

"So, Mr. Xue Yao wants to kill him all?"

The snow demon looked at the two girls and said disdainfully: "Didn't you already do this?"

"Me?" the masked woman laughed twice and said, "The Snow Demon is the Snow Demon. It seems that nothing can be hidden from you. Well, no matter who wants to kill whom, you can't walk out of the "Mangrove" bar alive tonight, otherwise the "Purple Moon Pavilion" will be disbanded from now on!" As soon as she finished speaking, more than a dozen black muzzles appeared upstairs and downstairs, firing at the Snow Demon. The Snow Demon is not a god. Even the body of the King Kong will be finished when he is shot at such a distance. The moment the gun sounded, the figure of the Snow Demon had been lost on the sofa. The next moment, the killer leaning against the railing on the second floor suddenly howled, threw away the gun, and tried his best to grab the throat with both hands. His throat suddenly exploded, and the charming blood rain splashed out with a fan.

"Ah? He is there—" The killers were shocked by the ghostly attack of the snow demon. As soon as they exclaimed, another killer was cut off his throat and pounced on the ground. This killer of the gods and ghosts was indeed shocked. The killer of the "Liuyue Tower" was famous all over the world. Unfortunately, they met the king of the killer. A little white shadow flew and fell, and appeared and disappeared. In a few breaths, four "Liuyue Tower" killed the killer was cut off. The masked woman was furious and pulled out her gun and fired continuously, chasing the white shadow like a shadow. The bullet she used was not an armor-piercing bullet or a tungsten bullet, but a special force

Poison gas bomb. "其其其其", the bullet exploded behind the snow demon, bursting out balls of red smoke. When the snow demon found something wrong, he had already inhaled a little dust in his nose, his mind was dizzy, and his speed was obviously slowing down. Almost at the same time, a rain of bullets roared and hit the place where he landed. If his reaction ability was not fast enough, this round of bullet rain would turn him into a bloody honeycomb. The snow demon took advantage of the opportunity to roll into a room, feeling his head hurt and his eyes blurred. He knew that he had hit the other party's Taoer. If he didn't rush out in time, he would really die here tonight.
Chapter completed!