Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and the already strong earthy smell in the room was even stronger now, as if it were real.

The mermaid has a keen sense of smell, her stomach churned instantly, and Shen Xinglan felt the urge to vomit.

He reacted quickly, dodged to the side, picked up the wine bottle and swung it at the opponent!

Different from the idiot thugs I have encountered before, the man Kong Wu is powerful and fierce, his arms are muscled, and his palms are like sharp claws. He actually slashed directly at the wine bottle!

The wine bottle exploded with a bang, and the glass shards rained down on the ground, but there was no wound on the palm.

Shen Xinglan didn't dodge or dodge, his tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, he threw away the wine bottle and wrestled with the man.

The muscle density of that person's body was extremely high, and hitting him with a fist was no different from hitting a rock. When he stood there, he felt extremely oppressive like a mountain.

If it was said that the man in black that Shen Xinglan met for the first time just wanted to pull him into the car, then at this moment he could clearly feel that the man in front of him had only one purpose - to want him to die.

The people in this room are no different from being crazy. When encountering suspicious people, they don't even plan to interrogate them. They just want to kill the other party in one step!

From the side reaction, if they are discussing irrelevant things, why use such a high-secret box, and kill the roots without saying a word!

Shen Xinglan can already judge that M summoning these people today is a very important matter, and M is probably related to Qin Zhun, which means that Qin Zhun will make a big move soon.

Seeing that he was distracted, the man caught the gap, flashed a small blade between his fingers, and stabbed with his backhand with a clacking sound. The silver light was reflected in Shen Xinglan's eyes, so close that it almost pierced his eyeballs.

He stepped back quickly, avoiding the blade, and the position of the blade fell, and the scarlet blood line was drawn from the shoulder to the chest by the blade, splashing and splashing.

There is no time for pain in close combat, every minute is a fight to the death.

Shen Xinglan felt a heat in his chest, the man approached, raised his hand to stab again, he blocked with his elbow, and slashed hard at the opponent's neck with the other hand.

The man tilted his head, and didn't pay attention to his movement. The hand holding the knife was a little harder, trying to penetrate his chest directly!

The two of them competed like bulls, refusing to give in to each other, their hands, legs, and chests were all stuck together without any gaps.

Shen Xinglan's palm was pressed against a pure black electric button. He gritted his teeth and pushed it close to the opponent's neck. At the same time, the blade was only a few feet away from him.

On the thin sharp blade, there are still bright red bloodstains.

When the button was generating electricity, the man's chest roared, his body trembled like iron stone, and his hands loosened like pliers.

Taking advantage of just a few seconds, Shen Xinglan tripped him to the ground with a sweep of his leg, and turned his palm into a fist, hitting the opponent's chest directly.

The young man looked thin and soft. The man didn't take him seriously at all. When the fist fell on him and his eyes, nose and mouth were covered with blood, he couldn't help but cursed.

Seeing the blood actually aroused the man's ferocity even more. He roared, and with both arms together, he threw Shen Xinglan who was riding on him off!

Shen Xinglan reacted quickly, rolled on the ground, and the black shadow in front of her was pressed down. If it was compacted, it would definitely be crushed into a pulp.

At the critical moment, Shen Xinglan narrowly dodged it, kicked the opponent's waist hard, and turned up with his strength, the man let out a cry like a pig being killed.

With sharp eyesight and quick hands, he didn't give the man a chance to turn things around, picked up the broken bottle, put it on the man's neck, locked his shoulders tightly with one hand, and said coldly: "Are you guilty of guilt?"

During the entire process of the two fighting, the other men in black and M did not participate. From their point of view, this unknown pawn who appeared suddenly was not worth taking seriously.

M even watched from the sidelines, lighting a cigarette very leisurely, and before the cigarette was finished, the victory and defeat between the two were already divided.

So the cigarette butt was crushed in M's palm.

"You have good skills." M changed his sitting position, relaxed and comfortable, and didn't seem to care about the man's life or death at all. He thought for a moment, "Did I meet you somewhere?"

This question is very strange, it is impossible for M and Shen Xinglan to meet each other.

But M is really too keen, the awareness he has trained countless times with the tip of a knife, and the instinct of memory, let him notice the slightest clue.

This ordinary young man in front of him could not be found in the crowd of embarrassment, but once he looked into those eyes, he would feel strange.

I always feel that this face does not match the eyes at all.

Shen Xinglan knelt on one knee, his arms tensed, and he said flatly, "I'm just kidding, Mr. M is famous, how could he have seen such a small person like me."

M turned the skull on his wrist, his eyes deepened.

The men in black finally moved. Their long and pointed nails protruded from their sleeves, not like a living person. The leader leaned forward and whispered in M's ear.

It takes only a few seconds to communicate back and forth.

Shen Xinglan exerted force with his wrist and pressed the button close to the man's neck. After the discharge, the man's whole body twitched and he fell to the ground instantly.

He picked up the short blade that fell on the ground, kicked the ground, flew forward, and approached M in an instant, but M didn't turn his head back. When he felt the wind blowing by his ears, he raised his hand and pressed the skull.

I saw fluorescent green liquid spraying out of the hollow eyes of the skull, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. At such a close distance, it was too late to dodge, and Shen Xinglan turned to the side like a conditioned reflex.

At that moment, M grabbed his wrist and twisted it to the side like a dead branch. The short dagger brushed the side of his face and stabbed into the sofa.

The green liquid splashed onto Shen Xinglan's body like hot lava, instantly reminding him of his previous experience in the swimming pool.

However, the difference is that this time the liquid has not been diluted and has a higher concentration.

M hit the snake with the stick, encircling him like an iron hoop, as if watching a dying person, when he was about to move his other hand, there was a loud knock on the door suddenly.

The voice was strong and urgent, as if it was about to break into the door.

It is absolutely impossible for the first-level box to be disturbed midway, M immediately realized that the person in front of him has an accomplice!

Shen Xinglan didn't feel any pain when he was fighting at close quarters just now, but now, with the erosion of the venom, like Gu worms penetrated into the spiritual net, gnawing on him finely.

He gritted his teeth. Under such circumstances, an ordinary person would have completely let go of his strength. However, Shen Xinglan was no ordinary person. He just pulled out the dagger with strong perseverance, and stabbed at M again quickly!

M might as well raise his hand to block it, his arm was stabbed and a long cut was cut.

Not far away, the knocking sound of the door became louder and louder, and the flimsy door panel could not bear such a heavy force at all, and it was crumbling.

The man in black couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up hastily, hissing, and gestured towards the door with his hands in his sleeves.

M, who understood what they meant, clicked his tongue angrily. He no longer wanted to fight, and got up quickly to leave.

The box has been fully considered when it was made. Not only does it have a door, but there is also a door behind the box, which is convenient for slipping away in case of emergency.

M took the lead, quickly split open the rusty iron door, and rushed in.

At the same time, the gate, unable to withstand such rough treatment, split in two, leaving a large hole.

A group of plainclothes police rushed in and shouted: "Police! Don't move!"

"What's the smell, it really is the Zerg!"

"Catch them, none of them are allowed to run away!!"

The private room is not big, so many people squeezed in and the space suddenly became cramped. People in black robes swarmed into the iron gate, and those who squeezed in behind rushed forward like wolves and tigers.

The physical fitness of the people who can enter the police station is not covered at all. One is against ten, and they are extremely fierce. When they hold a person's arm, they twist it hard, and put on electronic shackles in one go.

In the dim environment, the dagger was thrown aside, Shen Xinglan curled up on the sofa, the pure white scales of her exposed skin seemed to reflect a faint light.

The pain blurred his mind, his eyelids seemed heavy, he clenched his palms tightly, and cold sweat flowed down his black temples.

96 called him anxiously: "Shen Xinglan, wake up! Are you okay?"

Shen Xinglan opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

At the door, a figure came striding towards him against the light, and the person called out his name.

He panted heavily, and spit out broken words: "Water..."

A hand went around his back to lift him up, and fed the unscrewed water bottle to his lips. The water droplets soaked the lips and trickled a little down the corners of the lips. Curled into shrimp.

His body was completely covered with mottled wounds and bloody mouths, and even the gaps between his fingers were stained with blood red.

The ground was in a mess, with traces of fighting all over the room, shards of glass, knives, blood, and table legs scattered everywhere.

Qin Bohuai glanced across the ground one by one, the corner iron gate was blocked the moment he entered, and the remaining Zerg who had no time to escape were all controlled by the police and squatted in a row in the corner.

They hissed and hissed, speaking in a language that ordinary people couldn't understand. The animal pupils formed thin lines, twirled around, and froze on the young man on the sofa.

"Be honest! Don't move!" The policeman yelled, and turned to the man squatting by the sofa, "Marshal, everyone is here, where do you think they are delivered?"

Qin Bohuai didn't raise his head: "The military department will take care of it."

He speaks calmly and forcefully, no matter what the situation, he can always make people feel at ease.

The policeman nodded and began to count the heads.

Shen Xinglan struggled to sit up from the sofa, his face was as pale as a ghost, and there was no blood on his lips: "Qin, Qin Bohuai..."

"Well, I'm quite courageous," Qin Bohuai responded, took off his coat and shook it, stretched it out and put it on his shoulders, "Continue next time."

Shen Xinglan: "..."

This clearly recognized him. He is very confident in his disguise technology. The high-tech face-changing in the interstellar era is not just bragging.

Originally, there was a feeling of being caught on the spot for not returning home at night, but now it became more and more intense. Shen Xinglan cleared his throat: "When did you find out?"

Qin Bohuai lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the disguised face of the other party. The beauty was deliberately erased, leaving only plainness. The facial features can be changed, and the hair and figure can be faked, but the unconcealable light still shines all over his body.

The young man was wearing a coat that was too loose, his arms were tucked into the sleeves, he was thin and small, with a few strands of silver hair leaking out of the hair cover, hanging by his ears, giving him a messy and weak beauty.

He was silent, "since you spoke."

Recalling when he opened his mouth, Shen Xinglan finally came to his senses.

It turned out that when he said the word OK, he had already seen it.

Shen Xinglan: "Then you..."

The pain struck again, he seemed to be in purgatory, and he silently stopped half of his words.

Seeing him biting his lips, Qin Bohuai suddenly asked: "Why don't you cry this time?"

The last time Shen Xinglan was weak, pitiful and innocent and couldn't take care of himself, so she went home with him crying like Meng Jiangnu crying on the Great Wall.

Rolling in pain, Shen Xinglan tightened his clothes and looked at him with tears in his eyes.

It just happened to crash into the man's deep eyes.

He continued, "Does it hurt?"

For some reason, Shen Xinglan didn't even have the strength to act. He shook his head, subconsciously revealing his true thoughts.

He has never felt pain before, crying out for pain is equivalent to admitting cowardice, and he doesn't admit it.

The next moment, a slender and strong hand covered his eyes with gentle force.

"Go to sleep," the person in front of me said, "It won't hurt when you wake up."