Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

In addition, the gun pointed at him looks like a work of art, so Wang Xiaoming took it as a toy, and thought it was a prank game or something.

However, in the next second, Wang Xiaoming knew that he was wrong, because the gun that was facing him suddenly made a loud noise, and there was a burst of blue smoke from the muzzle.

Wang Xiaoming almost subconsciously stretched out his hands to hug his head, squatted down, and let out a piercing scream.

Just when Wang Xiaoming thought that he was either dead or dying, and he couldn't help but fantasize about how his parents would react after his death, he suddenly felt that someone grabbed his wrist, and with extreme force, With great strength, he pulled himself up from the ground, whose legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand up, and dragged him stumbling all the way, not knowing where to go.

"Hide here for a while." The person who dragged Wang Xiaoming into the glass door of the supermarket said so, and left the supermarket.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming finally recovered from a series of changes, and an idea popped up in his mind-"Underworld Rush? So exciting?!" But in the next second, he immediately rejected this idea, "I probably Heat stroke, passed out on the side of the road."

With the thought that all this was just his own dream, Wang Xiaoming boldly got up from the ground, walked directly to the door of the supermarket, and looked out from the door.

With just one glance, Wang Xiaoming was stunned again.Outside the supermarket was not what he expected. There was a large group of people or a few people, each holding a pistol, hiding behind the cover and shooting at each other.

Looking around, Wang Xiaoming saw only one young man—the one who pointed a pistol at him just now.

At this time, there are no other human beings on the main road except for the vehicles parked there waiting for the red light. The young man standing in the middle of the road is performing a one-man show by himself at the moment.

"It really is a dream." Because the scene outside the supermarket was beyond common sense, Wang Xiaoming was even more sure that he had sunstroke, so he became even more unscrupulous.

"This is more than six shots, right?" After another burst of gunshots, Wang Xiaoming, who had already walked out of the supermarket and leaned against the glass door to watch the show, sighed, "Who can fire so many guns without changing the bullets in the revolver, hey!"

Wang Xiaoming is very sure that the revolver in the young man's hand has definitely fired more than six rounds from the beginning to now, but Wang Xiaoming did not see the person who had been spinning and jumping there, stopped to change the bullets.

"Forget it, it's a dream after all." Wang Xiaoming, who was comforting himself like this, suddenly heard a very piercing wail, and being attacked by the sound wave, he subconsciously raised his hands to cover his ears.

Fortunately, there was only one scream, and after that, Wang Xiaoming was hit from behind by a person.

"Fuck." Before Wang Xiaoming realized what was going on, he heard a swear word from behind, "Who walks without eyes!" The man walked from behind Wang Xiaoming to the front of him cursing, When passing by him, she turned her head and glared at him.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the passer-by being dragged away by a middle-aged woman, and suddenly became a little dazed again, words like "this is wrong", "this is very wrong" and "something seems wrong" kept floating in his mind.

"Are you okay?" Just as Wang Xiaoming was thinking about what was going on now, the young man just walked up to Wang Xiaoming's side and asked, "Are you injured?" Although it was a concerned statement, but This person's demeanor and tone of voice clearly let Wang Xiaoming know that he was actually very impatient with the Fa.

"I, isn't this a hallucination caused by heatstroke?" Wang Xiaoming finally found a reasonable explanation from the thoughts in his head and asked, "Have I been involved in some strange supernatural event?"

"The psychological quality is good." The young man who heard Wang Xiaoming's question showed a friendly smile to Wang Xiaoming, and extended his right hand to him, "Lucifer."

Wang Xiaoming looked down at the hand stretched out to him, then looked up at the face of the young man who was nearly a head taller than him, and it took three or four seconds before he realized that the other party wanted to shake hands with him, so he quickly stretched out his hand. He shook his right hand: "Hello, hello, my name is Wang Xiaoming."

"Well, can I ask how to write your name? Which three characters are Lucifer? The one in the Bible?" Wang Xiaoming, who thought he had established a preliminary friendly relationship with the other party, immediately switched to the warm and friendly mode, and opened his mouth A series of questions popped up, and then he answered without a pause, "My name is the very common Wang Xiaoming."

Probably, maybe, he was infected by Wang Xiaoming's enthusiasm. Lucifer, who seemed impatient half a minute ago, suddenly seemed to be patient again, nodded seriously and replied: "Yes, it is the one you are familiar with. That Lucifer, but not the one in the Bible."

"Huh?!?" Wang Xiaoming made a puzzled voice, "Please explain?"

"Translation problem, there is actually no such person as Lucifer in the Bible." Lucifer said something casually, but he was not going to explain in depth.

"Oh oh oh." In fact, Wang Xiaoming, who didn't know what Lucifer was going to say, showed a face of sudden realization, "Then is this your real name or a flower name on the Tao?" Wang Xiaoming generally didn't believe that this would be the road. Xifa's real name, after all, parents of their generation usually don't give their children such humorous names.And if there are any family factors in this person's family, he probably doesn't know how to use such a foreigner's name, right?Wang Xiaoming believed in Zhong Kui or something.

"Not his real name." Lucifer replied.

Wang Xiaoming nodded knowingly, and just about to ask what Lucifer's real name is, he remembered that there was a taboo in Fengshui that "you can't tell people's real name casually", so he said, "Well, am I being involved? Did you get involved in some strange supernatural event?"

"It's not a supernatural event, nor is it a strange event." Lucifer first vetoed Wang Xiaoming's thoughts, and then frowned slightly, "Although I don't know, why do you seem to be ignorant of what happened just now?" , but since I met by such a coincidence," Lucifer changed the subject here, "Do you live near here?"