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Chapter 31 The First Battle of the Knowing

Less than half a breath away from Fan Ning's exclamation, a light cyan shadow had already formed on the mirror.

An invisible shadow emerged from the water, stabbing Fan Ning directly with a long-handled dagger!

Fortunately, during the molding process, Fan Ning had already jumped up in shock. He raised the fabric armchair he was sitting on and directly greeted the dagger that was stabbing him!

"Ah!!" Sheeran, who had just fallen asleep, screamed in horror.

"Click——"

Sawdust was flying.

The dagger of the figure in the mirror pierced the seat and protruded a few centimeters forward, shining coldly in front of Fan Ning's nose.

The huge impact caused the seat to come off the top of the head.

He stumbled and stumbled back a few steps.

Another "click".

The cyan figure quickly pulled out the dagger stuck in the wood.

He pulled his wrist back slightly to accumulate strength, and then threw it violently towards Fan Ning, who was three or four meters away.

The dagger drew a sharp stream of light in the air.

With such a short distance, there was no time to escape.

But before the figure accumulated strength, Fan Ning's spirit had a strong premonition of danger. As if he had predicted the flight path, he twisted his waist and shoulders to one side as hard as he could -

He lost his center of gravity and fell back, shouting at the same time: "Xilan, break both mirrors, quickly!"

He didn't have time to think deeply about how this mutation worked, but he could think of this command in the shortest time.

The dagger flew past his neck and pierced a stuffed animal hanging on the wall!

He reached out and touched the location of the carotid artery. There was a medium-deep scar. The capillary blood had not yet started to flow out, and the skin was slightly tingling.

Fan Ning's heart was beating wildly!

It’s not a matter of a few more centimeters!

Maybe if it were just a millimeter or two deeper, I would have to hold Gululu's bleeding neck and wait for death!

Fortunately, the little girl on the other side, although panicked, immediately followed the instruction after hearing Fan Ning's voice.

And chose the most efficient method——

She quickly climbed to the edge of the bed on one side of the dressing table, picked up the small silver-framed mirror next to the candlelight, and then looked at the large floor-to-ceiling mirror on the other side——

Throw it right over!

There was a crashing sound, and both mirrors were shattered.

It was also accompanied by a dull metallic sound of "clicking".

The halo of the cyan figure became lighter, and the overall look became clearer. A revolver appeared in his hand.

What Fanning heard was the sound of the revolver overpowering the hammer or the magazine rotating.

The hand holding the gun has been raised, and it is pointed at Sheeran.

"Asshole!" Seeing this scene, Fan Ning's mind was filled with shock, anger and fear.

In less than four or five seconds from the incident to now, this figure showed no room for communication between the two of them, and it was a fatal move three times in a row!

Fan Ning jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the girl standing on the bed without any hesitation. He turned slightly in the air and blocked himself in front.

"Bang——! Bang——!" The green figure aimed at Sheeran's position, which seemed to be slightly downward, and he pulled the trigger twice.

Fan Ning felt that the two bullets should have been shot about ten centimeters above his tailbone, at the moment when he knocked down Sheeran before he hit the ground.

But the strange thing is that I didn't feel the same after being shot.

Although Fan Ning did not have this kind of experience, it was natural that he should be in agony.

There's no way this pajamas is bulletproof, right?

Instead, the white colloidal light curtain on his own etheric body seemed to tremble twice.

"Is it the temporary resonance just after coming out of the migration? The aftermath? The echo or something?" He himself was not sure.

The two fell heavily on the bed, Fan Ning on top and Sheeran on the bottom, almost face to face.

The girl in front of her had a small mouth, her brows were furrowed, her cheeks were tight, and there were tears in her eyes as she stared at Fan Ning.

Her expression was a mixture of fear and grievance, as well as confusion, worry, anger and various other emotions.

But Fan Ning didn't have time to say anything. He immediately got up and turned around, completely blocking Xilan behind him.

At this time, the cyan halo had almost disappeared, and Fan Ning was finally able to see clearly that this was a normal human being, almost as thin as himself, wearing gray clothing and a white mask.

Seeing that his two shots were clearly aimed, but the person in front of him was not hit, the man in gray with the gun was finally stunned for a moment.

But he obviously would not give Fan Ning time to breathe, and immediately pulled the revolver trigger at Fan Ning.

And this time he aimed at Fan Ning's head!

"Bang!—Bang!—Bang!—"

Three times in a row without any sloppiness!

When the bullet approached Fan Ning's skin about two or three centimeters, it seemed to encounter great resistance, and its speed slowed down sharply. Finally, it hit Fan Ning's brow, cheek and nose - it felt particularly painful.

Especially at the last blow to the nose, Fan Ning felt warm liquid flowing out of his nostrils.

The light curtain of the etheric body shook violently.

When the third bullet hit Fan Ning's nose and fell, countless pale golden light spots exploded from his body.

This light curtain finally shattered!

"Is there someone knowledgeable? How could there be someone knowledgeable about this commission?" The man in gray's originally emotionless expression finally changed.

In the revolver, all five bullets had been fired except for the bullet position to prevent misfire.

He did not dare to neglect his movements, skillfully flicking out the revolving magazine, taking out the bullets from the magazine pouch on his side and starting to load, while stepping back slightly.

"Click, click..."

Fan Ning naturally didn't give him time to reload. He picked up the stool next to him and rushed over to greet him.

The man in gray was very skilled in loading the bullet, and because of the distance he had opened, he immediately pressed the magazine into the brass frame.

Just when he was about to take aim at Fan Ning again——

An invisible strand of Fanning's inspiration traced a burning candle, and another strand delineated the entire casing and grip of the revolver.

He imagined being connected to each other, gently pulling the two towards each other——

The candle goes out.

The man in gray suddenly felt that the gun in his hand was as hot as a soldering iron, and the wooden handle turned black.

Without any psychological defense, the pistol fell off and fell to the ground - in fact, even if he wanted to hold it, he couldn't hold it, let alone aim it.

But he still instinctively wanted to grab the pistol on the ground.

What greeted him was the stool in Fan Ning's hand.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the stool hit the man's head firmly, shaking Fan Ning's jaw almost to the point of splitting.

Although Fan Ning's physical fitness is not that strong, with the strength of an adult man in his early twenties, under the crazy secretion of adrenaline, the man in gray was hit directly by the man in gray, and his temples suddenly shot up.

Jump.

Fan Ning threw away the bench, bent down and stretched out his hands.

When he was almost close to the ground, the man in gray kicked the pistol away while enduring severe pain.

He didn't have time to pick it up, so he had to pick it up again.

Unexpectedly, the man in gray didn't want to get entangled with him like this, so he took a few steps back quickly.

Xilan thought Fan Ning had been shot long ago, and did not dwell on the shattered and exploded light. A trace of ruthlessness and hatred flashed in the little girl's eyes, and she jumped out of bed and walked quickly towards the pistol.

The man in gray waved his hand, and the dagger that had been buried in the stuffed toy on the wall spun and flew back into his hand.

"Sheeran, be careful!" Fan Ning exclaimed.

His inspiration once again found the scorching revolver on the ground and the dagger in the hand of the man in gray.

Delineate, connect, pull——

The dagger suddenly became hot.

But maybe it was because the temperature of the exchanged pistols had dropped a lot, or the man in gray was acting cruel this time - he endured the severe pain in his palm, his arm trembled, and he raised the dagger.

Sudden--

"Card, click, click, click..."

The water vapor condensed from the breath on the face of the man in gray, together with the mask, formed a dense layer of ice!

At the same time, above the ceiling of the bedroom, the ice outside the roof melted and opened a small hole, revealing blue-grey bricks.

Fan Ning used temperature exchange again!

The man in gray's sight was blocked, and the path of the thrown dagger was deviated quite a bit, and he passed by Xilan without any danger!

It turned back towards Fan Ning like a roundabout! But the path was even more eccentric.

There was another muffled "bang" sound, and this time Fan Ning used the strength to suck the milk.

The stool hit the guy's head so much that sawdust flew out.

The man in gray clothes finally gave up, staggered a few times and finally fell to the corner.

"Caron, where were you hit by the gun?" The little girl almost cried when she heard this voice.

Fan Ning's arms were extremely sore and swollen, and he was out of breath: "I didn't get shot, please stop crying."

Moreover, I feel that my mind is scattered and empty, my temples are pounding, and there is not much inspiration left.

I don't know if this ability itself consumes a lot of energy, or if the temperature difference it exchanges is too large, or if the distance is too far.

At his signal, Sheeran obediently handed over the picked up revolver.

Fan Ning then pointed his gun at the man in gray at the wall.

He endured the murderous intention in his heart and said in a very cold voice: "Your origin? Purpose?"


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