Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

With the help of the table table, Miko Xie performed a backflip and jumped onto the table where the Buddha statue was placed, raised her hand to grab the long knife spinning in the air, with the blade facing the side, and said cautiously:

"My concubine is very sorry about your father's order, but this matter is really not my fault. If Wang Jun wants to bring back the body of the second elder, he should cooperate with my concubine!"

"Cooperate with you? I'm sorry, Wang has a tough body, and I can't do the job of being a traitor!"

Miko Xiexie frowned when she heard this, and the blade stood up, flashing a gleam of sharpness.

"Is Wang Jun no longer thinking about it? The concubine is a woman, but she never cares whether the person she kills is an unarmed person or not!"

"Huh? Unarmed? Are you talking about me?"

Said, Wang Xuebin pulled out a Glock 17 out of thin air, and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Miko Xixie who was sweating coldly.

"Sorry Miss Miko, times have changed!"

Chapter 3: Zombies come out of the coffin, and if they see blood, they will be fierce

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, a trace of cold sweat broke out on Xie Meizi's forehead. The degree of threat is completely different in the hands of different people.

For ordinary people, the effective actual combat distance of a pistol is within ten meters, over ten meters, human body strokes, over 20 meters, the pistol becomes a lottery, and over 50 meters, the pistol becomes a decoration.

Even veterans who often use guns, when using pistols in actual combat, it is difficult to form effective lethality over ten meters.

However, this only refers to ordinary people. The king in front of him is not an ordinary person. Just being able to kick over a marble table weighing more than four hundred catties with one kick is not something ordinary people can do.

With such a basic level of physical fitness, even if this person doesn't know how to use a gun, his control of the recoil alone is enough for Miko Nishiyuki to bear, and this is not the problem that scares her the most!

The problem that frightened her the most was that her technique seemed to have completely failed on Wang Xuebin, not to mention bewitching and controlling him, she couldn't even trance his mind.

This is her housekeeping skill, the way she uses it to eat!

It is precisely by relying on this strange technique that she can gain a firm foothold in Jiuju first class as a woman. If not, she would have been swallowed alive long ago with her beauty.

Literally eat it alive!

You must know that people in the art world, especially heretics, are often more interested in corpses than living people!

After so many years of rolling in the magic world, she can still stand here alive and kicking, which in itself is enough to show her strength!

But when such a powerful woman uses her favorite technique, it has no effect at all, and the meaning of it has to make people's liver tremble.

"Wang Jun, the concubine invited you to come here with good intentions, hoping to make friends with Wang Jun. Don't you feel a bit out of style when Wang Jun treats my concubine like this?"

Sensing the biting chill all over her body, Miko Xie knew that the person in front of her really had murderous intentions.

Without the sharp weapon of spells, she can only be regarded as a woman who has practiced karate well. She can beat ordinary people, but facing Wang Xuebin with a gun, this is not enough!

"Demeanor? Of course you have! But you are not a defenseless and weak woman!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Miko Saikye dropped the samurai sword in her hand neatly, stood up, and gave a French military salute.

If you can't beat him, join him. Meizi Xixie doesn't have a heroic style. She is young and beautiful, so she doesn't want to die like this!

"Wang Jun, now she is an unarmed and weak woman, I wonder if Wang Jun can show your demeanor?"

Watching this scene, Wang Xuebin remained silent for a long time, are people so sensible nowadays?

If Ma San in the world of a generation of masters could have this awareness, he would not be blown to death by Wang Xuebin!

You said that you, a Japanese, have no backbone like a traitor?

Seeing Wang Xuebin standing there, Xixie Meizi frowned, thinking that he wanted to repent, and while urging the spell, stared at the muzzle of the gun vigilantly.

Suddenly, Wang Xuebin's expression tightened, he tapped his feet, and jumped to the ceiling.

And at the spot where he left, a pair of ferocious sharp claws suddenly pierced through the tatami and broke out of the ground!

Seizing the opportunity, Xixie Meizi rolled over and jumped out of the window, disappearing without a trace.

Wang Xuebin didn't even bother to chase after it, but held onto the ceiling tightly with one hand, hung on the ceiling, and looked solemnly at the monster that came out of the ground!

No, it's not a monster, it should be a zombie!

The ferocious sharp claws didn't catch anything, as if very angry, he parted his hands, broke open the tatami, and crawled out of a broken wooden coffin.

e is the coffin produced by their Wangji Funeral Shop!

It is also a luxury collection with four corners and seven stars!

Rich!

At Dongpinggou Wharf, Sir Ma led Weizai and Sir Lin, carrying a combination box with a solemn expression.

"Ajiu!"

"Boss Ma!"

Uncle Jiu was wearing a yellow-green shirt and trousers, and greeted them.

"I didn't understand what was said on the phone. What happened?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Ma Sir turned around and took off the suitcase, handed it to Uncle Jiu, and said in a deep voice:

"It's a long story, let's talk as we walk!"

Uncle Jiu took the suitcase, frowned, nodded solemnly, and led everyone towards the place where he lived.

"Is the murderer of the corpse case the one who sent the invitation?"

The horse sir who was pushing the wheelchair and walking in the front nodded when he heard the words.

"That's what Guanlan said, and he said there would be danger, so he went by himself!

Because we couldn't contact him and didn't know where he went, we were a little worried, so we rushed to find here! "

Uncle Jiu was silent for a moment, then said slowly:

"Don't worry, Guanlan is not inferior to me in terms of means alone, and he is calm and calm. If he is not sure, he will not take risks!"

Even so, Uncle Jiu still quickened his pace.

At home, Uncle Jiu didn't care about entertaining a few people, but went directly into the house to take out the gossip mirror, and came to the yard.

"Sit whatever you want, I'll do something first to see where Guanlan has gone!"

Seeing these people still standing there blankly, Uncle Jiu couldn't help being polite.

After finishing speaking, he nodded to several people and ignored them.