After Becoming a Little Sister

The hem of the clothes exploded almost at the same time. She suppressed her voice and appeared in front of Mrs. Jian, her eyes met——

The latter's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly raised his hand and pushed it forward. The visible air waves collided with the woman in the red skirt, bursting out like the sound of an old steam locomotive starting, and the rolling air waves set off a burst of waves around him. The dust of a thousand piles of snow on the coast.

The two figures were separated by a single touch, and the woman in the red skirt was blocked by the wind shield she pushed out, but at that moment, her fingertips had actually touched Mrs. Jian's neck, and Xin's long fingers were there. The moment of misunderstanding passed by, as sharp as a knife.

Mrs. Jane touched her neck, twisted her fingertips lightly, and there was a stagnant and jerky feel unique to her blood.

A tiny red mark appeared on the side of her neck and neck that was as white as snow, and blood beads oozing out slightly.

"...I am amazed by your progress. It seems that someone has guided you and taught you how to use your power."

Mrs. Jane wiped her neck again with her fingertips, wiping away the bloodstain, and her skin instantly became as white as before, without any trace.

"Is that the tyrant of your republic?" She guessed with interest: "Did she tell you something interesting when she was teaching you."

"It's not her." The woman in the red skirt twisted her neck and made a slight bone sound, her figure was slightly raised, and she lifted her previous imitation of the housekeeper's figure, and her aura rose: "The earliest natural evolutionary, not None of you, let alone that tyrant."

Her figure once again turned into a red lightning bolt, and even the sound of the wind brought by her fists and feet showed a rapid approach from far to near——

"Because the earliest natural evolutionary is in our Huanxiguan!"

What power, what power, what evolution—if his master was here, he would be nothing but a sword!

Real natural evolution, real control over one's own body and strength, and the ability to truly bring out the potential of a fragile human body to the limit. In these things, no one can surpass the woman who taught me for 18 years.

Not before, not now, never again—

"You guys! You don't know anything about real killing techniques!!"

The wind suddenly rose, her eyes were like knives—between her fists and feet, the woman in the red dress burst out with murderous intent like a wild beast.

The terrifying power is superimposed on the speed that exceeds the limit of human reaction, and what it shows is the offensive advantage that is close to the dominance level. The wind pressure, even the stained glass windows were rustling, the footsteps stepping out were heavy, and the marble floor was stepped out of cracks one after another, and the collision between the two sides caused a dull explosion. It was like whipping a taut cowhide with a whip.

At this moment, the girl in the red dress is completely treating Mrs. Jane as a sandbag!

The weird wind shield was still supported by Mrs. Jian, but the invisible air wall could not completely stop the red skirt girl's attack. Depending on the way of attack, sets of offensive ways that can be called killing moves were picked up by the woman in the red skirt at will. The so-called 'moves' that seemed to be fancy concealed chilling killing techniques.

Anyone who is replaced by any 'normal' person, even an A-level executive in the dark world, has to be demolished by the current red skirt girl.

That is a completely different style from the Xuanpao tyrant. The former is fierce and domineering, with the absolute crushing momentum between his fists and feet, and the powerful interpretation of the power of breaking through ten guilds with one force. Pretty can be said that a punch to death is a punch to death.

And what the girl in the red skirt is showing at the moment is the so-called skills she has announced before. These killing skills have a special way of exerting force and attacking rhythm, which can arm vulnerable humans into fierce predators and pull opponents. Into the quagmire of her skill intertwined, and in vain.

Mrs. Jian, who was full of surplus before, gradually changed her face, and she couldn't even free up her hands to fight back, and her lips gradually turned pale.

She discovered a terrifying fact - even in the different world of biological evolution civilization, humans have never researched these simple combat skills to such a degree.

After all, no matter how exquisite the skill is, it can't compare to the more powerful output. Even if the great sword master has infinitely varied attack methods, he can't hold back the 40-meter sword energy of the sword god.

But in Blue Star, there are actually people who can actually achieve this level, using a pure human body that has not yet been fully upgraded, and using so-called skills to burst out the attack power that can confront him head-on.

This is even more terrifying than when she faced Bai Shou Taixuan back then. The speed of human progress was vividly displayed on the other side.

This kind of infancy is extremely long, the body is fragile, and the growth process is extremely uncertain. Apart from the inherent endurance, there are almost zero means of attack, and even a species that takes more than ten years to form a civilization inheritance. Showcasing endless possibilities at once.

Again - just like then, again and again, again and again!

Mrs. Jian gritted her teeth, her eyes suddenly became dark, and some kind of special power that could not be resisted pierced at the red skirt girl like a sharp cone.

What followed was her growl that was no longer interesting, but rather annoyed—

"enough!!"

In the next instant, the woman in the red dress suddenly stopped as if struck by lightning, she staggered and took a half step back.

Her eyes began to congeal, and crimson bloodshots spread out from the bottom of her eyes. As she raised her hand to cover her forehead, nosebleed dripped down her cheeks. It was originally red because of the surging qi and blood. His cheeks suddenly turned pale at this moment.

"...To be honest, you surprised me."

As Mrs. Jian said so, she closed her eyes slightly and gathered her mental strength.

The attack method of mental piercing, in today's Blue Star, is not a skill that she can use casually.

Lan Xing has almost no means of replenishing her mental power. Her fragile human body has no way to retain her huge mental power. Simply relying on meditation is only to make up for the lost part. The sea of ​​consciousness that has been expanding over the years, Compared to the huge mental power she could have at the beginning, it was like the gap between a small fish tank and a huge lake.

But the difference between different civilizations is now being revealed - even a woman in a red dress cannot detect it, and has no way to resist it.

Just this little change has led to the exchange of offensive and defensive forms.

Looking at the girl in the red dress with slightly sloppy eyes, the big devil took a deep breath and suppressed his discomfort: "Many years ago, someone was like you, and I was amazed and even moved... At that time, I also thought Well, do you want to live again with this identity, but they betrayed me."

The Great Demon King walked to the woman in the red dress, raised his hand and raised the wind blade, directly scratching the woman's wrist, causing the gun she took out from the waist to fall to the ground, making a crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

"You let me see the infinite possibilities of human beings again, but you don't know, I have also seen your deepest malice!"

The figure of the woman in the red skirt was imprisoned by her, and it was frozen, and the blood and qi stopped stagnating.

Mrs. Jane lowered her voice, came to the face of the woman in the red dress, and stared into her eyes: "Did you see it? The scene I experienced back then."

As a result, what the woman in the red dress saw in front of her eyes was no longer Madam Jian's pretty face, which was irritating and hilarious, but the raging flames and endless abuse and noise.

She felt like she was tied to a post, surrounded by a wall of fire that blocked her view.

But even the burning pain couldn't hide the vague but impressive eyes behind the fire wall.

Those are the panicked eyes of those people - many people, countless people, they are still abusing, but this abuse is more like self-convincing panic.

They are trying to draw a line with themselves, they are fighting for the moral high ground with all their might, they are constantly berating themselves, in the most ruthless and humiliating words, as if they represent absolute justice.

And himself, the sinner who should be destroyed.

It was a betrayal even more desperate than death...

Mrs. Jane grabbed the collar of the woman in the red dress and looked at her, who was stiff and unable to move.

In order to maintain this illusion, Mrs. Jian's eyes even shed blood and tears, and the eyes behind the blood and tears couldn't tell whether it was sadness or indifference.

She murmured as if the devil was tempting mankind to fall, and instructed the woman in the red skirt, earnestly and perseveringly: "See all of this, see clearly the evil of mankind, see clearly your true heart... There has never been any justice, only Desires and disgusting hypocrisy...hate them..."

But the girl in the red dress was not as fragile as she expected, and after just a moment of trance, her eyes refocused.

She raised her hand and grabbed Mrs. Jane's wrist, her voice hoarse: "they are them, you are you—I am myself!"

What betrayal, what hypocrisy, all are false.

What can shake the heart of Blue Star's last Mo family Renxia?

Even the things that her biological daughter and her beloved husband couldn't do, a mere spiritual environment is completely unattractive.

Mrs. Jane didn't seem to expect that she could break free so quickly, and her expression was briefly surprised.

But then there was disappointment, which was the disappointment of hating iron not becoming steel: "It seems that you still don't understand..."

If Arya was here, she would definitely say, 'Who knows what you're talking about! 'In this case, and then violently counterattacked directly with a deadly scissors foot and smashed the big devil's head, but now the girl in the red skirt was restrained - she just silently used the other hand, and took it out from the waist again. something to come.

Mrs. Jane sneered: "The gun is useless to me, I-"

But what responded to her was not a gunshot, but a slight metal crash.

She looked down subconsciously, and there was a small metal clasp the size of her thumb, which fell to the ground and bounced twice.

Suddenly widening her eyes, Mrs. Jane looked at the woman in the red dress's hand in astonishment - what she was holding was a grenade that hadn't been released.

Then she let go of her hand, and the grip piece was deftly bounced off like that, and she pressed it up like an octopus, entangling Mrs. Jane firmly.

Not only her hands, but even her feet were wrapped around her waist, and she held the grenade behind Mrs. Jane's back.

This is a holding blade firing pin grenade. The tail of the firing pin of this kind of grenade is caught by the U-shaped groove in the head of the holding blade, which compresses the firing pin spring upwards.

The normal safety state is that the lower part of the firing pin is fixed by the transport safety pin. Before throwing, you need to hold the grip tightly and pull out the transport safety pin to trigger the original explosion mechanism - the transport safety pin is the one that fell to the ground before. Pull the ring.

After completing this process, throw it out. Because the grip piece loses the grip of the hand, the tail of the firing pin driven by the firing pin spring pops out.

At the same time when the firing pin spring is stretched, it will not only bounce the original grip piece, but also at the same time the firing pin will shoot down the flash cap to ignite the delay medicine.

Over the next three to four seconds, the delayed powder detonated the detonator, which in turn detonated the entire grenade.

The girl in the red dress now looks like she is using Mrs. Jane as a meat shield, and stops in front of her, trying to make the grenade explode behind Mrs. Jane-although her hand will also be damaged by this. The grenade was destroyed, but Mrs. Jane faced the possibility of her entire body being exploded.

The woman in the red dress grinned, and her blood-stained lips showed a coquettish red color. She leaned into Mrs. Jian's ear and whispered, "Did you hypnotize others in this way before?"

"you--"

After struggling hard, Mrs. Jane found that she couldn't break free from the other party's bondage with her physical strength.

"You shouldn't have hurt my daughter, she's my only child."

"..."

Violently shaking her mental strength, Mrs. Jane propped up the wind shield again and flicked the grenade out of the opponent's hand, but the close-range explosions and fragments that came immediately hit the wind shield so densely that she couldn't help it. fell forward.

The woman in the red dress was pressed down by her, but her face had a 'as expected' expression on her face: "It seems that you can't surpass the times? And you're afraid of death..."

"You lunatic!"

Cursing bitterly in a low voice, Mrs. Jane gritted her teeth and wanted another mental piercing to kill this guy on the spot.

Then she widened her eyes, and again saw a transport safety pin fall to the ground, bounced a few times and then stopped moving.

"you--"

"But I'm not afraid of death."

The calm tone, crazy eyes, and the blood-stained woman in red dress wrapped around Mrs. Jane's body like a demon from hell.

The latter's face was very ugly. On the one hand, she was exhausted and tired, and on the other hand, she was helpless to the madman in front of her.

Who wants to die with each other?

People who don't want to die are always so helpless...

The strong wind blew up, and Mrs. Jane struggled for a while. She was surprised to find that the restraint of the woman in the red skirt was not as strong as before. She stood up suddenly, shook her away with the air wave, and staggered to a stand.

The woman in the red skirt rolled around on the ground a few times, choked and coughed, and tried to get up.

Mrs. Jian originally wanted to do something, but after taking a half step forward, she seemed to notice something and turned her head to look in the direction of the passage.

Behind the empty passageway, there was a crisp sound of high-heeled footsteps.

A slender leg, wrapped in white pantyhose, faintly showed a little trace from the edge of the aisle, and the skirt rippled slightly.

Mrs. Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and she glanced at the woman in the red dress who got up. She snorted coldly, and jumped back without looking back. The crystal glass piece, her figure disappeared in the darkness of the Danfeng Bailu Palace forest in such a strange way.

The woman in the red skirt struggled to get up and wiped her face: "You are too slow..."

"I thought you guys needed a little space and leisure to be alone." The figure walked out slowly, and the figure was drawn long by the light: "It seems that I came too early... Did I disturb your meeting?"

"[-] million euros, just for you to come and have a look?" The woman in the red dress stood up straight, glanced at the grenade in her hand, and picked up the transport safety pin on the ground and inserted it again: "Then The most expensive cup of tea I've ever had."