rebirth of wrong love farewell

Hundreds of thousands of dead souls dissipated in the ancient city of Loulan, the lost civilization, the glory of thousands of years ago, in the dark, everything was staged according to the established light of time and space.

Rubbing his sore eye sockets, Liang Nuo looked at the forces of all parties who were still fighting one after another. For two days and one night, the fierce war still showed no signs of ending.But fortunately, all parties have tacitly agreed not to use large thermal weapons.

"Team [-], insert into the Russian queue and conduct an unobstructed sweep. Cover the second team." While commanding, he looked at the situation displayed on the satellite map and continued: "The support team dispatched is on the way to arrive. Team [-], Carry out conditional concealment."

After the last words, Liang Nuo bent over sensitively, but was still pierced by a silver blade in his arm. He looked up at the masked woman who was fully hidden in the killer uniform, gritted his teeth and pulled it out. If, if it wasn't that his premonition was wrong just now, then what got stuck was his heart.

Stretching out his hand into a fist to block her kicking leg, Liang Nuo bent over to dodge the dagger stabbed by the opponent, his left leg gathered momentum, formed a whip, and kicked horizontally, but he didn't want the opponent's body to suddenly change when he was about to hit him. Curved like a snake, the hands holding the dagger struck out like a snake's mouth.

Caught off guard, Liang Nuo felt his chest was crushed by a heavy truck, flew out and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Ahem." He struggled to get up, no matter how much he pressed the communicator pinned to his chest, there was no signal, and even the guards hiding around to protect him seemed to have disappeared.

"Snake shape." Liang Nuo leaned back against the wall and looked at the woman who was getting closer. He secretly took out an anesthesia pen from his trouser pocket with his fingers, and asked, "Which type of person are you?"

Lan Youruo stared coldly at the middle-aged man clutching his chest, wounded by the dark energy, struggling for death, walking towards him like a snake, holding daggers in both hands, strangling his throat violently.

Suddenly, she stood upright and rolled sideways, avoiding the arrows shot at her.

And at the moment when the woman rolled sideways, Liang Nuo picked up the blood-stained dagger and stabbed at her suddenly.

The blocked hands pressed down fiercely, and the tip of the dagger slowly cut towards her throat. Liang Nuo pressed down with all his strength, and when he saw the bright eyes of the other party, his red eyes were like It was like being confused, and unconsciously lost the ruthlessness to kill her.

Touch, slap, Lan Youruo looked up at the middle-aged man who was kicked not far away by her foot, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he indifferently held the dagger, and quickly stabbed at his heart.

Struggling to dodge the woman's attack, Liang Nuoyi couldn't help but lower his head and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. Cough, internal strength meets hard kung fu, fucking cheating like a pistol versus a slingshot.

The veins were bulging, and Liang Nuo tried his best to push the dagger that pierced his eyebrows away, but he couldn't press it no matter what. With his keen senses, he could feel the chill from the sharp point of the dagger in the center of his eyebrows.

The tip of his leg was secretly accumulating strength, and at the moment when the center of the eyebrow was pierced, Liang Nuo kicked upwards suddenly, his hands formed eagle claws and tightly grasped the woman's dodging shoulders, but he didn't want the woman under the claws to be so soft and boneless that he couldn't lock at all.

A red light flashed in Lan Youruo's indifferent eyes, his right arm swung outwards and rushed forward, sticking to Liang Nuoyi's claws, his left foot followed, his right hand pressed his arm, and slammed into his crotch , when he dodged quickly, his center of gravity dropped slightly, and he collapsed into a palm, hitting his chest.

"Ahem." Liang Nuoyi, who spat out blood again, endured the pain in his chest, struggled to get up from the ground, looked at the woman who was approaching, gathered the last bit of strength in his wrist, and swished the dagger in his hand. Shoot at her.

Lan Youruo, who couldn't dodge in time, tilted her head slightly, silver light brushed past her face, and a strand of long hair fluttered in the air.

Liang Nuo looked in shock at the woman whose black scarf had been torn off, revealing half of her face, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, bang, a gunshot rang out, blood burst and sprayed on his face, "No."

Bang, looking at the blood-stained girl on her left chest, he shouted heart-piercingly, "Don't..."

His vision gradually blurred, Liang Nuoyi tried hard to open his eyes and looked at the girl who was slowly falling to the ground, trying hard to open his eyes to look at the big hole in her left chest that was pierced by a sniper bullet, the darkness in front of him, Eventually, fell into a coma.Dagger, poisonous.