Chapter 17 Dawn Blood and Lights

When the second louder explosion came from the center of Hongfang Street, Morris and Ley York and others, who had already been killed in the **** bottle that could not be united by the commanding chaos, saw the clown The accompaniment of the cricket.

The height of the piano is nearly two meters, but at the same time it does not appear to be thin, but strong and steady. Black skin, yellowish straight hair and cold face make him look quite serious, but the old people of the Brotherhood know: "The innocent fist" Richard Meiren, the head of the six giants, is In addition to the three biggest killers in the conference, the most reliable person - no, most of the time, he is more reliable than the three killers.

"Do you call this power?"

Qinchao looked at the high and high on the roof, and continually slammed the "flying knife clown" from the pocket of his bottomless space.

Morris, Adrienne, Ley York, a 'super-order', two 'every-level' players, do not know how many people - one of the eight abilities of the blood bottle gang, kneel The "flying knife clown" on the roof, his face looked at more and more brothers and masters gathered, silently thought.

The elites of his **** bottle have been slaughtered.

There is also the guy who is close to the "polar".

The reinforcements of the blood bottle help are gone, Song and Roubaix are two "super-orders" and Rolf. There is no news yet. Solow lost contact ten minutes ago. Tinker’s coward is hidden. In the dark, most of them are watching. As for the anger, he is the guy in charge of the piano. Since the piano is intact, he is probably already at the prison river and seeing the ferryman.

To make matters worse, with the explosion, the air wall disappeared, but the command of the sorcerer's magician did not come from the ear.

Kess's consideration did not last long.

I saw behind the Qinchao, one of the 13th National Congress of the Brotherhood, the Northlander "steel cone" Aide Leonsa biting his teeth, just hunted by Qinqin, the super-order warrior from the East China The sorcerer, the singer of the nickname "The chaos of the gods" - the head of Song, was randomly thrown on the ground.

The clown indulged for a while, from the space of his own power, touched two flying knives, bite an oxygen tube (to guard against Morris's ability) into his mouth, and made up his mind to leave immediately.

In this case, the magician of the gas can not blame his choice.

But in the next moment, I was surprised to see the fist of Qincha, rushing toward his face.

When did the speed of the piano become so fast!

But he followed and saw an obese figure behind the piano. It was Morris who clenched his teeth and mobilized his abilities.

He didn't take the air around me. The clown thought with horror and despair, but – took the air around the piano.

When the first explosion, the air wall disappeared, Morris knew that there was an unexpected change tonight, and when the second amazing explosion in the distance sounded, Morris reacted: the opportunity to counterattack arrived.

He quietly and quietly took the air of the path between Qinqin and Kesi.

Qinchao felt the changes around him. This boxer, who had many years of tacit understanding with him, immediately shut off his breath and, in the case of ignoring the air resistance, hit the speed several times faster than usual!

The battle did not last long.

When Qinqa effortlessly pinched the two flying knives of Kes, and smashed the horrible iron fist that he did not break, did not slow down, and did not fall, the space that he relied on for his life (the clown was blocked by this power space) With a long-range attack and long-prepared storage of oxygen and flying knives, and Morris had been unable to take him all the time, Ley York had quietly fallen behind him.

Morris, who used the power, bent down and held his knees to gasp, and the fat meat shook on his face. He did not look at the clown who had already decided to become a dead person, but turned to Qinqin: "The second time - the second explosion came from the depths of Hongfang Street, there must be us - we don't know The accident happened."

"But in any case, the air wall is ineffective, the gas magic master is sure - there may be an accident!" Morris, although he calmed his breath, his face was hesitant to come back and forth: "We...we..."

Qincha turned his head and looked at the old man with a resolute look: "Try back?"

Morris’s brow struggled for a long time and he could not make a decision.

Until his subordinates could not help but speak out.

"Song and Kesi are both broken here. If it is used to attract the bait we hooked up, then the sweetness of the bait is enough for us to fight together!" Lay York ignored the pleading of the screaming, coldly cutting his opponent. It is the neck of the oil paint, and my heart is strangely inexplicable to Morris’s abnormal behavior:

"After the road was smooth, the body of the 'Ghost of the Wind' was found in front of the body, and the rear Lancer adults sent information about the death of Spencer and Dorno. Plus, the other party can use it in the city of Yongxing. The fighting power has been ruined by more than half."

Leyman nodded at the two giants.

In this regard, Qinchao put down his smoking fist, his reply is very short, very clear:

He rushed directly to the center of Hongfang Street.

"follow me!"

Therefore, the dawn of Hongfang Street was greeted with blood.

When Nal Rick was the logistics commander designated by Lancer, at the junction of Xiacheng District and Hongfang Street, when the scenes of the return of Morris and Jenza were seen, the sky was already bright.

Morris patted his shoulder and spit out a sigh of relief, laughing: "Although the process is somewhat ups and downs, but --"

"——Hongfang Street is ours."

"It was expected that it should be reasonable." Rick smiled and answered, and he thought about how to report the escape of the shack and the death of Quaid.

At least that ghost will not come again.

Rick thought, his eyes crossed the crowd and looked into the shadow of a mysterious cloak in the distance.

Moreover, with the promise of Master Lancer, I will not be too miserable.

"Quiet killer" Ley York did not look at Rick, crossed him, regardless of the blood on his face, and took the "Fa" Belicia on the back of Rick.

"You are not dead yet?" Belicia did not worry at all, coughing and laughing.

"Who can make me die except you?" Lay York smirked and kissed the woman's mouth.

"Who saw Edmund!" Qinqin's voice came from the crowd. "Without him, I can't easily get the "disorder"!"

"Dead cook," Qinchao saw no one responded, but had to swear, "Run as soon as you drink!"

The world of Errol, the early morning of October 14, 672, the second largest kingdom of the Western Continent, the two overlords of the underground world of the Star Kingdom, broke out in the Red Square Street with a **** and cruel "one night war."

This is an asymmetrical battle. From the very beginning, the Black Street Brotherhood has entered the ambush and trap of the blood bottle, but the results of the **** battle have surprised many people.

In service, the Black Street Brotherhood killed 54 people and injured 167 people. Among the so-called 13th National Congress, 9 of the participants, 5 people were lost, and Morris and Qincha in the Big Six survived to the end and survived.

The "gangster nobility" blood bottle help, suffered the biggest defeat in history, 95 people died, 290 people injured, the so-called 12 strongest people participated in 10 people, killed 8 people, however, the top eight different In the warrior, none of the five people who participated in the war survived. There are even rumors that the magical powers who commanded the action for the first time in more than a decade have also become unclear.

This night, the explosion in the center of Hongfang Street almost awakened the residents of Wangdu in each Yongxing City. Innocent civilians on Hongfang Street were affected by 729 people, of whom 75 died in the explosion, 138 were injured and 516 were homeless.

The Hongfang Street, especially the central block, was also seriously damaged. This incident was even mentioned by the Wang Duo Guardian at the pre-war meeting of the second day. The agenda was second only to the discussion of the Border County Tax Exemption and how to receive it. The envoy of the Exeter Kingdom. In the end, the Yuqian meeting ordered the Xicheng Police Department to act quickly, "to calm civil conflicts and stop private smuggling."

Since then, Hongfang Street has changed hands, marking the full intrusion of the forces of the Brotherhood into the West Ring District. The balance of the stars in the underground world began to fall completely to the Black Street Brotherhood.

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What many people don't know, however, is that at the same time as this night, there is another major event that reverses the future destiny of the Star Kingdom.

Tyres was embarrassed by Jodel - the mask geek, the mask geek, the mask geek, and the tales always read three times in the bottom of his heart - in his arms, at the limit of speed, passing through what he did not know at all. Urban area.

Taylors felt that he could no longer be silent.

"Do you say it again, come to me for what?" Looking at the bright sky in the distance, Tells asked painfully.

"Take you to reunite with your father." Yodel respectfully, stooped down, on the water of a river, took a circle and walked through a bridge hole.

Taylors rolled his eyes.

"So who are you?"

"Your father's secret guard." Yodel respectfully crossed the tall tower. Such a large person passed a child, and the guard in the tower did not even blink.

Tyres sighed.

"Are you mistaken? I am just a runaway girl!"

"Absolutely not, this is God's will." Yodel respectfully, embarked on a gold-plated signboard, and the sign hanging with chains was not even shaken.

Taylors felt like he was going crazy.

"Who is my father?"

"An adult whom I respect very much." Yodel respectfully said that he had flashed a white eagle that was preying on swallows. The speed shocked the swallows and the white eagle.

Taylors is completely desperate.

This kind of non-disclosure of a key piece of information makes people feel that "wow is good polite, sorry to be difficult for him" in the end is what is going to be ah!

Taylors gave up.

When they found out that they had made a mistake, Taylors said silently - shouldn't it kill me?

Tyres leaned over and waited to watch the sunrise, while he was bored and asked:

"Jordel."

"Yes."

"You are not going to be diplomatic."

"No."

"That's a pity. It's a good way to talk."

“Thank you for your approval.”

Yodel seems to be unable to hear the irony of Tyres, still respectful.

He turned over a high wall and walked silently like a spider on a boulevard with delicate flower beds on either side.

Then, beyond Tyre's expectations, Yodel stopped.

In front of them, a simple but heavy carriage was parked.

In front of the carriage, a middle-aged man with gray hair carried a light and walked slowly toward them.

Yodel gently put Taylor down.

The boy fell to the ground and suddenly turned to look at Jodel, feeling that he had some - well, not open Sen?

The middle-aged man approached, and by the light of the lamp on his hand, Taylor couldn't help but notice that his body was plain and pure, but the quaint and heavy clothing.

The middle-aged man had a wide chin, which made him look kind. The lips were neatly dressed and short-haired, showing respectfulness, but the two towering towering, looking a bit harsh, the nose was slightly soft, and it seemed very gentle.

This is about a very complicated person, and Tyres silently.

He lifted his right hand, the black glove on it, and lifted his cylinder hat a little.

"Good morning." Unlike Yodel's hoarseness and silence, this voice sounds steady and reassuring.

This is a nobleman, the great aristocrat - Taylors made a conclusion.

Is he?

But Joel’s words behind him made him withdraw the idea.

The man who only listens to the mask is calm, but the language is not inferior:

"Why are you here."

The middle-aged nobleman nodded lightly and smiled. He did not think that he replied slyly: "In order to be foolproof."

"He doesn't believe me?" Even Tyres heard the dissatisfaction of Jodel.

"He believes in you, and even is willing to entrust you with your life," the middle-aged aristocrat slowly said the following sentence:

"But I don't believe you, and you know why!"

Tyres seemed to feel a flowing lightning, flowing between Yodel and the middle-aged aristocrats!

Jodel was silent for a moment and unexpectedly did not answer.

The middle-aged aristocrats did not look at Yodel again, but slowly squatted down and had a moderate smile on his face.

"Child," he said to Tyres. "I know that you have worked hard all the way."

The middle-aged aristocrat looked at the scars and bloodshed of Tyres, pulled out his right hand glove, and reached out to touch his wound. Every time he touched it, his brow was a slight glimpse.

"I am sorry, but please believe me, child, after another procedure, your misfortune will stop here."

Some of the unfamiliar Tyres just wanted to say something, they saw the middle-aged aristocrats put down the lights in their hands and grabbed the boy's right hand.

Then, he took out a delicate sheathed dagger from his arms!

Tyres wants to instinctively shrink back, but his right hand is firmly grasped by middle-aged aristocrats!

"What do you want to do--" Tyres anxiously asked, the middle-aged aristocrats only looked at him firmly, not letting go of his hand, and slowly pulling out the dagger.

"Snapped!"

It is Jodel.

He bent down and reached for the shoulder of the middle-aged aristocrat!

Through the mask, I can't see the face of Jodel, but Taylors is very grateful to this "father's secret guard" for no reason.

Without him, he has seen too much blood and blade tonight.

"Jordan!" The middle-aged aristocrat seemed to be very dissatisfied. He looked up and frowned, but unquestionably:

"You know this is a must!"

Tyres looked up at Jodel and had a slight panic in his heart, although he vaguely knew that the middle-aged aristocrats were not doing anything harmful to him.

"Then use his own dagger!" Jordan was cold and cold.

The middle-aged aristocrat stared at Jodel, and at that moment, his eyes seemed to be full of frost.

For a long time, the middle-aged aristocrats compromised. He nodded and stuffed the dagger in his arms.

Yodel then let go of the shoulders of the middle-aged aristocrats.

"Don't panic, boy," the middle-aged aristocrat turned his gaze back to Tyres, and his tone returned to mildness. "Just take a little blood."

Taylor looked at him.

The eyes of the middle-aged aristocrats are very gentle, but they are also very determined.

Then the boy nodded.

Waiting for your own destiny.

The middle-aged aristocrat reached out and took the leadless JC dagger wrapped in cloth with a cloth, and took it out and burned it on the lamp.

Then, Tyres didn't feel the pain. The middle-aged aristocrat used JC to pick a drop of blood on his right middle finger.

What is this going to do? With DNA technology, can you do DNA testing?

What if I check out my body?

Under the curiosity and embarrassment of Tells, the blood was dripped on the ground by the middle-aged aristocrats.

The next moment, Tyres felt the familiar burning sensation, from the heart, from the blood vessels, from the muscles, from the whole body!

"Ah!" He couldn't help but scream.

But the eyes of the middle-aged aristocrats are not on him.

Tyres turned his head and followed the excited look of the middle-aged aristocrat, looking at the lamp that was put down by him.

"Hey!"

I saw the original calm light, burning at this moment in a hurry and burst! The flame is getting bigger and bigger, and the flame heart is red and red from the orange!

The flame was skewed in his direction.

Taylors suddenly understood what.

Blood dripping onto the ground.

A red, enlarged lamp flame heart.

There was a sudden surge in the heart of Tyres. He turned to help and turned to look at Jodel.

I saw the masked man, reaching out and pulling out a glass bottle from his arms, which was a small flame.

That is a kind of fire.

At this moment, the flame heart in the glass bottle, such as red blood, red heart.

Tyres turned to look at the lights on the ground, and looked at the fire in Yodel's hand. Then he looked at the blood on the ground and his face turned white.

The flame returned to normal for a long time.

"Impossible..." he murmured.

"It took a lot of time, I finally decided to be you." Yodel was hoarse.

The middle-aged aristocrat seems to be very excited. He carefully put away the JC dagger in his hand and respectfully said: "Now-"

But the boy interrupted him with action.

Tyres gritted his teeth, his left hand slammed his right middle finger, and squeezed a small drop of blood into the ground and dropped it on the ground!

"puff!"

The flames on the ground grew bigger and became red.

"This is the magical technique that Li Xiya's great sacrifice was laid down twelve years ago. As long as your blood drips on the land of the king, the blood of the blood will ignite from the darkness." The middle-aged nobles trembled.

Taylors suddenly understood.

On the day he was beaten by Quaid, his blood dripped down the ground.

On the day of Quaid's massacre, his blood dripped down the ground.

When the wall hit the wall, his blood dripped down the ground.

When Echda was murdered with magic power, his blood also fell to the ground.

Taylor sighed helplessly.

He suddenly wanted to laugh.

(End of this chapter)