Baomu's eyes widened and he was about to faint again. Maple Sugar quickly held him down and dragged him behind.
Qin Yin also woke up. When he opened his eyes and saw this scene, he almost fainted again.
Xiaolan raised her head and looked around, "I know..."
The eyes of several people met and they almost said in unison, "Wenbro is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bone-chilling chill appeared behind him.
Xiaolan dodged to the right and knocked away the stunned February and March.
Damn!
The sharp tip of the silver gun passed through the deceased's head and nailed him to the ground.
Several people looked in the direction where the silver gun flew.
A flash of white light flashed.
Slightly... slightly...
The gun head inserted into the ground began to shake. After a few seconds, with a whoosh, the silver gun flew back into the air again.
The white shadow grabbed the silver gun.
"Do you really think you can escape?" Wenbro put the gun in front of him, stood on the bench, and stared at them, "No one can escape from my prison of the dead and my gun.
"
Xiaolan glanced at her watch and said, "Feng Que Lei Bing and the four of them should have left the city."
The scene suddenly became awkward.
This slap in the face was too loud.
"So what," Wenbro pointed the tip of his gun at Xiaolan, "Do you think you can run away too?"
also?
Xiaolan took a breath.
It looked like they really managed to escape.
"Why are we running?" Xiaolan raised her head disdainfully, "We want to get rid of you."
As soon as these words were spoken, the companions straightened their backs and assumed fighting postures.
If he was alone, it wouldn't be a big problem. After all, I almost killed him last time.
Wenbro was furious, and the snow-white spear tip cut through the cold air, stabbing directly towards Xiaolan's chest.
Xiaolan turned around a few times, dodged left and right, and the silver gun followed her movements and flew up and down. Xiaolan successfully made the silver gun stay away from her companions.
"go!"
A golden talisman was drawn from the Taoist Master's hand. The golden talisman was like a burning flame. It suddenly sank into the blue water circle that appeared in the void. After disappearing for a few seconds, the water circle reappeared next to Wenbro's left face. The golden talisman
He got out of it and threw himself in Wemblow's face.
The Taoist Master used Qin Yin's ability to expand the attack radius of the talisman. Qin Yin developed a new skill and was very excited.
Wenbro was so frightened by this sinister move that he took half a step back, tilted his head, and the golden talisman rubbed against the left side of his face and shot into the darkness behind him.
Wenbro's delicate face was left with a half-finger-long wound.
"Tsk, what a pity," Qin Yin put his hands on his hips, "Taoist Master, please put some blood on it."
"I wiped the blood," the Taoist Master said, taking the golden talisman back into his palm. "It seems he is alive."
The attack of the silver gun was also panicked. Xiaolan took advantage of this moment to reach out to grab the handle of the gun, flicked the gun tip, and escaped.
However, seeing Wenbro's state, Xiaolan felt relieved a lot.
He is still so good.
Fortunately, he didn't evolve as perverted abilities as the Golden Bell Cover like Meng Fuling.
The silver gun twisted half a circle in the air and reached the back of Xiaolan's neck.
Just as evil as your master.
Xiao Lan jumped up instantly, waved both hands, and summoned the Spirit Locking Whip.
"Unloading the Spirit Detective!"
Golden light immediately surrounded the silver spear that was stabbing through the air.
Xiaolan rubbed her hands.
It's a very nice gun, and I'll get it soon.
The golden light slowed down the silver gun for a few seconds.
But it didn't stop.
In the blink of an eye, the tip of the spear pierced the golden ball of light and pierced Xiaolan's chest.
"Xiaolan!" Qin Yin and Bai Su shouted at the same time.
In a panic, Xiaolan couldn't make any cool moves, so she had to squat down quickly.
The silver gun flew out from above his head.
It flew away.
Wembrow called the gun back into his hand.
After all, he only had one gun, and unless they were lined up like meat skewers waiting to be pierced, Wemblow could only attack one person at a time.
As if he had seen through Xiaolan's thoughts, Wenbro smiled and shook his head, "Do you think I only have one gun?"
Xiaolan was stunned.
Isn't it?
"Do you know how the former captain of the First World War who I killed died?" Wemblow simply squatted down on one knee, supporting his left knee, with a mocking look on his face, "I thought you didn't deserve to see it.
Now it seems that you are very lucky..."
Wemblow said, waving his arms violently.
"Because soon, you will die in that way too."
Countless gray air masses slowly emerged in the void behind Wenbro.
The air mass takes shape little by little.
Finally, the translucent air mass condensed into a gecko-like appearance, and the white things wandered randomly in the air. Each white gecko seemed to be holding something black in its mouth.
"The glory of the Wembrow family," Wembrough raised his arms with an excited expression, "does not lie in those empty names, but in the wealth enshrined by the souls of every person who died under Wembrough's hands. Wembrough will always be
The most noble surname!"
Xiaolan frowned.
Something seems strange.
"Hurry up and cover your nose!" Baomu suddenly shouted, "It's poisonous! This smell is poisonous!"
Xiaolan immediately covered her mouth and nose, and saw that the black thing in the mouth of a white gecko on the upper right side of Wenbro was bitten into two pieces, and red powder came out from it. The white gecko shook twice, and the color became lighter and lighter.
, and after a while, it disappeared together with the remains of the black thing.
But the red powder was still there, and it was drifting toward them.
Baomu must have smelled that smell.
"Well... let me think about it," Wenbro held up his chin and made a recalling expression, "She seemed to be the old witch's daughter. She was quite beautiful and liked to study these powders. When she died... ah,
It was such an ugly death."
In February and March, a few more strips of cloth were torn and distributed to everyone, and everyone covered their noses.
They were almost naked.
Whoosh!
A ball of fire fell from the sky and exploded next to them.
Another group.
The fire came from another gecko that Wemblow was holding flat in his hand.
"You should be familiar with this," Wenbro looked at the gecko in his hand, then looked at them with a smile, "This is Hisoka. To be precise, it was the flame seal that Hisoka's father was most proud of during his lifetime."
flame.
Hisoka.
Wemblow.
"Sure enough, it was you who lit the fire!" Xiaolan gritted her teeth and stared at him, "And you framed it for that person!"
"How old am I?" Wenbro touched the wound on his face and became impatient. "The Wenbro you see is my father. I said that this is not my own glory. This is not my own glory."
Glory belongs to Wemblow!"
He stood up suddenly.
The gecko stopped wandering.
"Although they are all failed weaklings, it should be your pride to be able to die under the weapon that so many people cherish most in their lives. Remember, this pride is given to you by Wenbro!"
The last word came out of his throat.
The gecko is starting to change color.
Countless weapons rushed towards their heads like a downpour.