Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

Then he squatted down and looked at the person in front of him.

Yo?Still an acquaintance, isn't this one of the three women he let go in the villa during the day?

Meng Lang, who had a bad taste, took out the marker pen that he never left, and wrote the word "miserable" crookedly on the thigh of this young woman with heavy make-up.

Looking at his masterpiece, Meng Lang nodded with satisfaction, and said to the woman, "You are very lucky, my gun happened to be out of bullets, now I'm going to drink some water, you go to the seventh floor and give me a message, just say yes Say children don't play with fire, play with fire and pee on the kang."

After 20 seconds, watching the woman disappear at the corner of the corridor, and then looking down at the string of wet footprints on the ground, Meng felt more and more that the ancients were sincere and that women were really made of water.

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Chapter 36 Meng Lang: The bullet was empty?No, it's the release of the seal!

Here, meng lang climbed the stairs while recovering his qi unhurriedly, but the all-around madman on the top floor was a little flustered.

From the time the man entered the abandoned hotel until the woman came up with a message just now, it took only 5 minutes.

Killed 5 all-gender aliens within 79 minutes, which was a record created under siege.

Do ten guys have this kind of strength?no!

What kind of monster did we provoke this time?

Moreover, how could he be so unscrupulous?Wouldn't he be afraid of provoking Quan Xing to retaliate against him by doing so?

At this time, a charming woman with long pink hair spoke in a soft and sweet voice: "What else can we do? Let's see if we can make peace first. If not, let him eat us."

An ordinary-looking middle-aged woman next to him frowned and said, "Xia He, what you said is alarmist, isn't it? If we really fight, we may not be afraid of him as long as we delay for a while."

"Benefactor Dou Mei is right, but I'm afraid that this benefactor Meng will not give us a chance to talk at all as he was in the surveillance before," said a benevolent monk shaking his head.

Then he turned his head to look at the silent white-collar glasses youth next to him.

"Shen Chong, how long are you sure you can delay him head-on?"

The young man gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and meditated for a long time before he said, "I don't know if there is no actual fight, but if I try my best to last for 3 minutes, I think it will be fine."

Just as Shen Chong finished speaking, a joking voice came from not far away.

"Oh? So confident?"

Except for the wet footprint sprinkler girl who has been foolishly acting like an ostrich since she just went upstairs, Quan Xing Qu Zhang Kuang's expressions changed drastically the moment they heard this voice.

They didn't even realize that the other party had arrived.

Looking around nervously, when they saw Meng Lang sitting by the window and writing something in a golden book under the moonlight, the four of them immediately looked very solemn.

And Meng Lang, who had just ascended the fairy steps to the 7th floor and sat down, was writing on the Intimate Paradise he carried with him: On XX, XX, 2020, the four-faced maniac caused my young master to sleep less A night of beauty sleep, I will write down this hatred.

After finishing the small notebook, Meng Lang put away the book and pen in an elegant and easy-going manner.

Then he took out the two pistols in his waist in a refined and easy manner, and gently opened the safety.

In the end, he spoke his usual elegant and easy-going words in a refined and easy-going tone.

"Are you guys crazy? Little chicks, you look pretty good, pack up and go, Meng has to go back to eat some supper, if it's later, the secret chicken wings will be sold out."

The reason why Meng Lang talked so much was to waste time. The low-mana-consuming style of play along the way and the constant recovery of energy only restored his mana to nearly [-]%.

Now Meng Lang needs to hurry up, every time he recovers a little mana, he can make the following scenes more exciting.

Four crazy?interesting.

Meng Lang looked at the four madmen in front of him with great interest.

You know, the four Zhang Kuang in the original book add up to a fighting strength of a top ten. He wants to try to see if he is stronger or weaker than Lu Jin.

Just when Meng Lang was thinking about it, Shen Chong, a white-collar young man in the middle of the four madness, seemed to have realized something, and rushed towards Meng Lang with one foot, and shouted loudly at the same time:

"We've been tricked! He's stalling for time! I don't believe he didn't use up the fierce battle just now, don't give him time to recover!"

Hearing this, the other three people immediately besieged Meng Lang as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Oh? Are you coming? Then let me try your strength." Meng Lang was indifferent to the fist of the young man who was about to hit the face with the force of wind and thunder, and still pretended to be coercive in a flat tone.

"Whoosh." The fist passed through the illusion, and the "Meng Lang" in front of him disappeared like a bubble. Meng Lang appeared behind Shen Chong in an instant and kicked him out, while raising his hand to pull the trigger.

"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

Several bullets hit Shen Chong's body but did not penetrate the protective qi shield on his body. Shen Chong's figure was continuously knocked away by the kinetic energy of the Noble Phantasm bullets, and smashed into the wall with a bang.

Looking at the other three who were about to rush in front of him, the corner of Meng Lang's mouth curled up with an inexplicable arc, and he muttered to himself, "Don't let me down..."

......

After 3 minutes, Meng was still disappointed.

"Piercing intestinal poison" Dou Mei's appeasement of Yun Qi wine was too weak, and was directly ignored by Meng Lang

The speed that "Bone Scraper" Xia He is proud of is not outstanding in Meng's eyes, and a second-hand product that has been used by others can hardly affect the well-informed Meng with his appearance.

"Bane Seedling" Shen Chong was the actual main force in this battle. When assisting Li Wo, it was he who was dealing with Meng Lang with his massive reserve of true qi.

Because the plundered qi was enough, every punch and kick of Shen Chong was extremely powerful, but it was a pity that because the qi did not come from the right way, he couldn't use it as well as he could.

This kind of fighting style is like a child swinging a sledgehammer, and it can only be beaten on the head when it meets a real martial arts master.

Just like now, Shen Chong's every attack was easily dodged. On the contrary, the bullets from the two guns in Meng Lang's hands hit him precisely at the position of Qi Sea every time. Smash his defenses.

Finally, Gao Ning, the "Thunder Smoke Cannon" who is generally regarded as the strongest among the Four Maniacs, stood there doubting life from the beginning of the battle.

Originally, his Twelve Labor Emotion Formation was a twelve scriptures with a strong ability to influence the people in the array, and each scripture corresponded to positive and negative emotions.

And Gao Ning can weaken the other party by repeatedly switching between positive and negative emotions, just like repeatedly folding an iron wire. In the end, the iron wire will break, and the person will collapse, sinking into a certain emotion and cannot extricate himself, corresponding to the once dirty The device will also be severely damaged.

But this time, Gao Ning felt that Meng Lang's meridians were not iron wires, but steel pillars that had been tempered thousands of times. His methods had no effect on the young man in front of him who was still spotless after fighting for a long time.

So, Meng Lang, who was tired of playing, curled his lips, jumped out of the battle circle, looked at the rather embarrassed Si Zhangkuang in front of him and said in a frivolous tone: "I won't play anymore, let's make a quick decision."

As soon as the words fell, eight "Meng Lang" with different postures suddenly appeared in the field, and at the same time, continuous gunshots rang out, and bullets wrapped in strange patterns flew towards the four of them from various unimaginable angles.

Accompanied by these gunshots, there were voices of coquettish voices from all directions, whose source was difficult to discern.

"The four of you wanted to besiege me just now, didn't you? Then let me have eight people here."