Urban Demon Slayer

Hearing the words "Guangfuhui", Hong Xiaohao's mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

"Hong Xiaohao! Hold on! I will definitely save you!"

Upstairs, I also felt that Hong Xiaohao's vitality was gradually dissipating, and Wang Qianchen shouted out in a hurry. Although I haven't learned about the more specific situation, I have already vaguely guessed what is going on.

Wang Qianchen roared and roared, with blue veins on his forehead, as long as he could wield the Sky Gang Knife and cut off these sticky coffees, it would certainly not be a problem, but his hands couldn't move at all, even his spiritual power was limited, and he simply gathered his clones. Can't do it.

At this moment, another yellow-brown liquid flew over and directly smeared Wang Qianchen's mouth. This time, he couldn't even speak.

"Don't worry, I'll help you!" Brick said softly, and flew out from behind his waist, and then used the edges and corners of his body to cut the viscous liquid bit by bit.

The brick is now so powerful that it can break a rock the size of a truck with one head, but it is not sharp, at least not as sharp as a sword. It is quite laborious to cut these liquids, but it is effective after all. A little bit of opening, Wang Qianchen felt that the spiritual power was gradually returning, but it was impossible to break free or condense the avatar completely.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

Perhaps seeing that Hong Xiaohao was about to die, Huang Wei said quite seriously: "I can't explain the origin of the [Guangfuhui] in a sentence or two, so I won't explain it to you, and you won't last until then. In short First of all, the [Guangfuhui] can bring me great benefits. They gave me spirit pills and let me level up—otherwise, how did you think I came to this peak? It's already in the mountains now!"

Having said this, Huang Wei paused before continuing: "In short, after all, this is a job that loses its head, and once it is found, it will definitely die, so I will let people imitate your handwriting, use your mailbox and [Guangfuhui] Keep in touch. The person who imitates your handwriting is a sensible person, and a professional appraisal agency can deceive it. And every time I send a letter or get a letter, I will block the surrounding cameras with coffee. Of course, I I don't think my methods are very clever. After all, you haven't done these things at all, and you can explain it clearly with your ability. But once the investigation starts, it will at least give me enough time to kill you quickly. In this way, the secret will be sealed forever, and it will be impossible for me to be implicated..."

Hong Xiaohao couldn't say a word, Wang Qianchen gritted his teeth in hatred.

So cruel! So cruel!

"Xiaohao, we have a good relationship, but I can't help it... I'm sorry, the above has already targeted you, I have to do this! Rest in peace, your death is very valuable!"

Huang Wei slowly pulled out the Wenming stick, Hong Xiaohao's body also fell to the ground with a "bang", his eyes were still wide open, although he had not completely died, but there was not much life left.

"Let's clean up later, after all, there is another one upstairs..."

Huang Wei sighed, leaning on the Wenming stick, and walked upstairs.

When they came to the second floor, Wang Qianchen's hands, feet, and mouth were still stuck with coffee, and the bricks were nowhere to be seen.

"I didn't have anything to do with you, but unfortunately you were at the scene, so I had to kill them together." Huang Wei walked over step by step, his feet on the wooden floor, and made a "da-da" sound.

Shirts, vests, trousers, leather shoes, and hair are meticulously combed. He looks like a full-fledged gentleman, but he does nothing at all.

Wang Qianchen's eyes narrowed slightly.

The yellow-brown liquid sticking to his hands and feet suddenly flew towards Huang Wei with a "huhuhuhu"!

what happened? !

Huang Wei was shocked. These liquids should obey his instructions. Why did they suddenly fly in his direction? !

Huang Wei waved his palm violently, trying to mobilize the liquid.

At the same time, the walls on both sides of the corridor, as well as the floor underfoot, collapsed, and the coffee that was flying in the air also collapsed.

It was a fantasy!

After returning to the real world, Huang Wei found that Wang Qianchen was still bound by a yellow-brown liquid.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. His left hand was still waving in the air. Those yellow-brown liquids were instructed and immediately fell off Wang Qianchen's hands and feet!

——Brick was working hard to cut the liquid in Wang Qianchen's hand with edges and corners just now, but he was not sharp enough. After spending a lot of time, he could only cut half of it, and it was still a long way from regaining his freedom. Fortunately, Wang Qianchen had it. some spiritual power.

The condensed clone can also do it, but Huang Wei has already come over, I am afraid that the clone will be killed by him before he can do anything.

Therefore, Wang Qianchen used the skill of [Marrying Dreams]. Although his spiritual power was not so sufficient, it was no problem for Huang Wei to fall into an illusion in a short period of time when Huang Wei was unprepared.

What's more, Wang Qianchen didn't plan to use [Marriage Dream] to kill him.

Wang Qianchen's purpose is to let Huang Wei wave his arms, so as to get rid of the yellow-brown liquid sticking to him!