Chapter 6: One Hundred Thousand Urgent Escapes (6)
He broke away from Feng Lingyan's hand and sat down on the spot.
Feng Lingyan was stunned for a moment, her heart became cold, she sighed, turned around and left.
"There's no need to run, it's useless. The whole mountain has been sealed off, not even a mouse can escape. And there are spies and killers all over the mountain. After receiving the signal, they will come quickly to deal with all the unused 'chess pieces'. We will stay where we are to die."
If you do, you can still feel happy."
Knowing that his death was imminent, the child lost his hostility towards Feng Lingyan and kindly reminded him from behind.
Feng Lingyan paused for a moment, with a faint smile on her lips.[
It was not her Feng Lingyan's style to wait for death.
Back then, she could still come and go freely in the drug lord's villa, which was heavily guarded and equipped with all modern facilities, let alone now it was on a mountain?
Although she has become a child and her skills are not as good as before, it is not easy to catch her!
She ran towards the mountain without looking back...
Standing upright at the foot of Guyu Mountain are all men in black with handsome faces and nimble skills.
Although Guyu Mountain is huge, every exit is guarded by men in black.
That kid was right. Under such a defense, not even a mouse could escape.
There is a small pavilion at the foot of the mountain. There are several seasonal side dishes on the stone table in the pavilion.
A white jade wine pot, a white jade wine cup, and a man in purple leaning on the railing.
The white jade-like fingertips turned a white jade cup, and the amber wine in the cup rippled slightly in the setting sun.
His posture looks very lazy, but his body is tall and straight. A silver mask covers half of his face from the bridge of his nose to his forehead. Under the mask, his lips are faintly red, and the corners of his lips are slightly pursed, making him look like a smile.
There was a charming coolness in his non-smile.
The curve of the jaw is beautiful. The long black hair is loose and fluttering gently in the breeze.
There were five people surrounding him.
These five people were wearing red, blue, yellow, green and black clothes. Although the colors were different, the styles were the same.
These five people are old and young, but each of them has bright eyes, and they are masters at first glance.
These five people stood respectfully beside the man in purple.
Outside the small pavilion, there were more than fifty young men in black clothes surrounding them. Each one of them was handsome and handsome. They were dressed in smart clothes. They held a long sword in their heroic hand and stood there like a javelin with their piercing eyes.
In front of them were twenty children who had just ran out of the mountain.
Obviously all of them are teenagers of twelve or thirteen years old, but their eyes are flashing with bloodlust and murderous intent, like ferocious little wolves.[
The silver-masked man's eyes glanced across their faces. There was no trace of emotion in his obsidian eyes. He twitched the corner of his cold lips and said calmly: "Hei Yan, you are good at Black Flame this time."
Chapter completed!