Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

With an unstoppable gesture, this slender and powerful palm brazenly tore open a crack leading to the light from the darkness, giving the dying and despairing human beings a glimmer of courage and hope.

Steve propped up his heavy head and looked at the owner of this palm with the last of his strength: "Help me!"

But at the next moment, his breath was suffocated, and he almost subconsciously uttered a short breath from his throat in the face of the furious and calm red-haired ghost.

The ghost king's flamboyant and passionate red long hair hangs down on his cold jade-like chest, his cold and deep purple pupils shone with a mysterious and cruel light, and his every move seems to carry a sense of majesty and domineering that cannot be ignored.

Not only Steve, but several teenagers around him also held their breath, but they were not shocked by the ghost king's obviously different form from humans - but because of his dazzlingly handsome face and ghost king costume.

For this group of little devils who are fearless and grew up in a materialistic world, no matter how powerful Shuten-douji is and how majestic his appearance is, his overly handsome face will still weaken his danger in the other party's heart Sex, not to mention that Shuten Doji is still wearing a rebellious boy's onigan armor costume that looks so cool.

These vicious little brats dare to try anything.

"Tsk, a meddlesome idiot actually came."

Brett's sinister eyes fell on Shuten-douji's handsome face. He grabbed Cooper's wrist, and after stabbing hard several times to no avail, he pushed the blond boy who seemed to be stunned. Er: "Trash, I can't do a little thing well, get out, don't get in the way here."

The sharp blade of the small knife was held in the hands of the red-haired ghost king. Cooper tried twice but failed. He immediately bought the knife in horror and threw it away. ran behind the others.

Brett gave him a disgusted look: "You trash, don't fucking say you're with us, shame on you."

Then he turned to the red-haired ghost king, his sticky and cold gaze wandered over the big ghost's beautiful chest and waist like a snake, and he clicked his tongue at his handsome but dazzling face, as if the next second You have to touch it for wanton play - he was too focused on killing, he didn't even notice where the ghost king came from, and Jiu Tun wore small black sleeves on both arms, even if he received the knife with bare hands, he was recognized by Brett. It is the role of that armor.

"Human, you probably don't want your eyes anymore."

Black in Shuten-douji's form narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said with a tyrannical expression: "You are the first one who dares to face this uncle with such a disgusting attitude."

Black is not a human being, so naturally he will not be affected by the spirit of Shikigami. At the same time, he lacks the shame and moral bottom line of human beings, so he is not angry at this disgusting gaze, but just naturally conforms to the personality of the ghost king.

"Hehe, you have a lot of ability in your mouth, red-haired guy, you'd better have such a backbone after a while."

Brett raised his eyebrows unceremoniously at the 1.9-meter Shuten, and raised his hooked nose. His snake-like cold eyes instantly clung to the sharp collarbone of the opponent, wandering all the way to his thin waist and Slender thighs: "You are much hotter than that idiot woman who ran away. If I hadn't seen something I shouldn't have seen, I really didn't want to kill you. They like things that are exciting."

Brett didn't take it seriously, but the other teenagers backed away a little in horror. Unlike Brett, they could see clearly that the red-haired man appeared in front of them out of thin air, and the three eyes on the ghost gourd were still alive!

"Boo, Brett, why don't we go!"

One of the brown-haired teenagers panicked: "He appeared here suddenly, none of us saw how he stopped you... He is not human, let's go!"

"His ears are pointy, and the eyes on that gourd can move... Brett, Brett, let's go!"

The other black-haired boy had been stared at by the three eyes on the ghost gourd for a long time, his teeth were chattering constantly in fright, he would only keep backing away, and tremblingly said: "Otherwise, we will let you go!" That man, we haven't killed anyone yet, and we're still underage, even if the police and judges come to our door, it's fine, there's no need to kill him..."

"Come on, trash, I don't want to be questioned by the police about those messy questions, isn't it good once and for all?!"

The other teenagers were shocked by the ghost king's tyrannical, powerful and oppressive aura, so they didn't dare to approach. However, because Steve was too weak, Black fixedly cleared the aura in a small area. Feel the danger of Shuten-douji.

The boy with the heart of a jackal and the eyes of a poisonous snake sneered at the behavior of his companions: "I said, get rid of him. There is only our home nearby. Where can they go? I don't like people refusing my request."

However, even though Brett's tyrannical behavior made other teenagers dare not resist, the coercion of the ghost king is also not something ordinary people can handle. To avenge him, Shuten-douji's aura can even directly cause ordinary humans to die due to coercion.

Seeing the pale faces of the other companions, who looked like they wanted to leave but couldn't, Brett clicked his tongue indifferently and impatiently, and reached out to snatch the knife from the hand of the big red-haired ghost.

If it were an ordinary human being, he might be staggered by his sudden attack, or he would succeed in counter-killing him under the suppression of other helpers, but for the ghost king whose ability level is much higher than ordinary humans...

A vein twitched on the forehead of Black, too lazy to talk nonsense with him, he turned the blade decisively, and inserted the knife that Brett used to commit murder into his left eye.

The AI's movements were too fast, not to mention Bright, even the vigilant teenagers under him couldn't react, and his movements were very measured, only piercing the eyeballs without hurting other parts of the head, which immediately made Bright feel angry again. The distorted face of pain and anger yelled, and subconsciously wanted to fight back.

"idiot."

The red-haired ghost pulled out the blade with blood and transparent liquid without hesitation, and said indifferently and disgustedly: "You are inexperienced, and the villain died of talking too much."

Brett covered his left eye, roared in pain, and took a step back. The only remaining eye looked at the man in front of him in horror and viciousness, like a poisonous snake ready to bite at any time, and said through gnashing teeth: "How dare you Dare to do something to me! How dare you... You will pay the price for this, I will never let you go, you are dead."

Black glanced at him coldly, his cold purple pupils looked cruel and violent: "If I were you, I wouldn't choose to provoke your enemies at this time."

Under Brett's vicious gaze, he squeezed the small knife into a piece of metal with no rules bit by bit. As the expression of this devil cub gradually changed from vicious to terrified and unbelievable, he expressed an extremely calm expression. Announced: "You, and you, have one hour to escape, not limited to calling the police or finding helpers, in short, get as far away as possible, but after an hour."

Brett interrupted him: "You dare to kill people? You can't do without this place, we are the only ones nearby!"

"Whatever you say, stubborn brat, you only have this little time to be brave. Anyway, in an hour, I will target all of you..."

The red-haired ghost king lifted the corners of his lips viciously, his scarlet tongue licked the white teeth, and his deep gaze scraped across the boys' bodies inch by inch like a blade, making them shudder while subconsciously tightening their bodies.

He added slowly: "...start hunting."

These young criminals suddenly turned pale.

No one doubted this. They had no doubts about the authenticity of the other party's words, and they were extremely convinced of the other party's threats.

Therefore, the moment they realized that the invisible coercion disappeared and they could act, they panicked and started to flee quickly, completely ignoring their previous arrogant image and arrogant attitude.

Nor did he care about Brett, who was blind in one eye.

Seeing his companions fleeing in all directions, Brett knew that he would never be able to beat a grown man alone, not to mention that he was blind in one eye, which was bleeding profusely and was too painful, which made him tremble all over with pain. In a cold sweat.

Therefore, when the red-haired man started to look at him coldly, Brett turned around and ran away without hesitation.

He looked ferocious, his expression was almost distorted, he covered his eyes with one hand, the gap between his fingers was red, and blood dripped all the way, but the amount of blood loss was not fatal.

Blake sneered and didn't chase after him.

He has no dislike for these juvenile delinquents, and naturally he has no sympathy. On the contrary, Steve, who is exactly like Magneto, makes him more worried. After all, Magneto... can be regarded as half of the master in Black Huang's form.

This poor handsome man lost his last support the second he saw Blake and passed out completely. If he is not treated in time, he may have some sequelae or even be unable to wake up again. And he girlfriend Jenny...after all.This is a rescue mission.

After saving the body, there is also the salvation of the soul.

Hunting without spectators would be too boring.

AI leaned slightly, and its sharp fingertips slid gently on the thorns and iron thorns, easily cutting the iron wire that Steve, a grown man, struggled for a long time without breaking free.

The brown-haired man in a coma fell down unconsciously, and was caught in his arms by the big red-haired ghost, allowing him to lean against his chest in an extremely weak state, rubbing the blood all over his body until he was as white as cold jade. And on the cold chest.

Blake tilted his head and thought about it. When he felt Steve's weak breath spraying on his chest, he took off the ghost gourd behind him, poured out a glass of divine wine brewed by the ghost king's power, and poured it down neatly for Steve. .

He picked up the man's soft brown hair, carefully looked at his handsome face hidden under the blood stains, and finally concluded: "It's very similar, but you are different from Eric."

According to Magneto's temper, when the tires are punctured and the car is stolen, these young criminals should go to hell.

And Steve, your temper is too good, right?

Could it be that Steve has such a good temper, even surpassing Magneto?