[Comprehensive] The man who sells with rope

Hunter Calendar May 1987, 5 - The weather is overcast - Mood, I do...

Head to head.

Wang Ba is right mung bean.

Kuroro vs. Knight.

A pair of teenage gays.

Boss, I think heterosexuality is dead.

wipe.

Central District.

Kuroro looked out through the vine-covered window slit.

His eyes were dark, staring at the elder of the Central District who rarely appeared in front of people.

"Kuro... Captain." Wojin was still wearing bandages that he tore to pieces.

The physical fitness of practitioners has always been much better than that of ordinary people.

And the people who grew up on Meteor Street since they were young have much higher resilience and endurance.

Shen Jingbing has clean bandages that are hard to find outside, but for Wo Jin, who is always used to keeping his wounds open instead of being stuffed in wound medicine and bandages, the bandages make him feel uncomfortable.

Kuroro glanced back at Wojin's exposed wound. The wound had been stitched up with Maggie's thread, but it was still crawling ferociously on his body, looking extremely terrifying.

"The wound is healed, and if it's not healed, go back to the room and stay there." Kuroro didn't care about Wo Jin's reaction after finishing speaking, he turned his head and continued to look at an old man who appeared outside the window, his eyes flickered around, his eyes were covered with thick Thick read.

The owner of this house - the young man with a strange name left carelessly and left them here. Apart from the bandages, he did not provide the miraculous wound medicine before. Just like what he had spied before, he finally What I paid at the beginning was not comparable to the price of the wound medicine.

Shen Jingbing seemed to know something that they couldn't see, and Ku Luoluo could vaguely touch something when he heard the initial investment in the population and the strange feeling that he seemed to know them very well but kept a certain degree of strangeness.

But obviously now is not the time to ponder Shen Jingbing's origin.

Because immediately after Shen Jingbing's departure came those people outside the door who blatantly tested here, and those who hid well.

The person who truly holds the lifeblood of everyone in Meteor Street.

Kuroro looked at the people outside and pursed his lips.

The people outside the window seemed to have sensed his gaze, and turned their heads to focus on the window covered by vines.

A strange smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face.

Kuroro withdrew his gaze, looked at the group members who were on guard and ready to go in the hall, and looked up at the tree standing abruptly in the center of the hall.

Even if you stare at it, there is nothing on that tree.

But Kurolo knew clearly that there was something on it, and before Shen Jingbing left, he had spoken to it, and something on it responded to him.

The youth leader of the Phantom Brigade thought about the fact that Shen Jingbing had no trace of thought power on his body before, and he guessed that the defense outside the house was probably supported by the thing above.

It's just that now that Shen Jingbing has left the house, she doesn't know what is the standard for this thing to be judged as an attack.

Kuroro remembered the situation when he first came, and Shen Jingbing seemed very surprised that he suddenly opened the door and entered, obviously not prepared for him to come.

And when they came for the second time, they were also covered in blood and murderous intent. They came in, but the head of the second district was stopped outside the door. Kuroro felt that the second time was probably ordered by Shen Jingbing—although the other party was surprised by them His body was covered in injuries, but he didn't show any unexpected reaction to their arrival.

Kuroro walked back to the living room, just as he was about to tell his team members about this, the door was easily pushed open.

Kurolo: "..."

The person who came in was stiff, and the moment he opened the door like a marionette, a black shadow pierced his throat.

However, even though blood was gurgling from his throat, the man did not stop walking.

His expression was ferocious and painful, but he turned his head and scanned the hall as if he couldn't feel the pain or a wound that was still bleeding.

Feitan's long, narrow golden eyes glowed with a cold light, his thoughts were concentrated in his eyes, and he saw what was stuck in the back of the opponent's neck.

He stretched out his hand to pull out the thing, the tall man fell down in response, the blood flowing from the punctured carotid artery dripped on the thick and soft woolen blanket, and was sucked by the blood-sucking blood that spread from unknown when The vine sucked it clean, then wrapped the corpse and dragged it out.

Feitan seemed to be very interested in these plants, but he would never touch them until Kuroro came to the conclusion that these things were safe.

"What is it?" Kuroro sat on the rattan chair, watched the door closed by the vampire vine, and asked Fei Tan.

"A medium to manipulate puppets." Fei Tan paused, this kind of telekinetic ability is not uncommon, "They can't get in, but puppets can."

Kuroro looked up again at the trees reaching the ceiling.

"It looks like the temporary owners of the house don't really like us here."

Otherwise, no matter whether it is a puppet or not, it can be turned away.

Just look at the reaction of the blood-sucking vine. It is basically waiting for a big meal under the behest of something.

The giant dragon lying hidden among the branches of the tree flicked its tail, without looking at it, but looked up at the shimmering quasi-sunlight ball and its eyes were shining.

Kuroro knew that if they stayed here until Shen Jingbing came back, maybe as long as they guard the door and don't be sent in by others in some form of combat power, they can get through this level safely.

But this boy is not willing to bet on this "maybe".

If you really don't want them to stay here, things here will always find a way to get them out.

——they had to leave without a trace.

The young leader of the Phantom Troupe felt that this time it was the door, and next time it might be the window.

As soon as I thought of this, there was a sound of cracking from the window, and then a ball of fire stuck to the opened window, and the tongue of fire swallowed and formed a wall of fire in the window in an instant.

The giant dragon lying on the top of the tree was finally willing to turn around.

It looked angrily at the nasty orange-red flame, and let out a dragon roar full of violence. Its shrunken body spread its wings behind it, standing tall, expressing its anger and aggression.

However, no one can see it except for hearing a dragon roar.

Heeding the roar, Kuroro felt that the wicker chair under his buttocks was agitated, and stood up immediately, "Get ready to leave, this house is going crazy."

As soon as the voice fell, the earth shook violently.

Countless people feel that the ground they step on is extremely solid, and the ground on Meteor Street that has been crushed by hundreds of years of heavy garbage is even harder.

Everything in front of them broke their usual imagination.

Countless thick vines and hard wooden thorns sprang out from the ground, catching people who were hiding in the dark and standing outside in the open by surprise.

The only one who is not panicked or flustered is the A-level strong man with a wrinkled face.

This kind of map-type AOE attack can't cause him any harm, it can only make him feel that the things in this house and the owner of this house cannot be kept.

The Phantom Brigade has recently become famous. They have heard of their name in the Central District for a long time, and they are also looking forward to the arrival of this young team.

Such youth teams often come to the Central District with only one purpose—to leave Meteor Street.

The elders who have mastered the only way to leave Meteor Street will naturally take advantage of their hearts and hold them into a sharp sword in their hands.

It's just that the sky didn't fulfill people's wishes, and a person was killed out of nowhere to rob them of the talent they fancy.

But after all, it's just a phantom troupe. The chaotic and gloomy Meteor Street has never lacked strong people. If you feel a little heartache, the Council of Elders will recognize it.

But it's a pity that Shen Jingbing's people directly stepped on the most untouchable landmine of the Presbyterian Church.

The giant dragon led him straight into the sky, and disappeared in an instant.

Shen Jingbing can leave Meteor Street.

This is simply a bolt from the blue and bad news for the Presbyterian Church.

Is it because of this that the Phantom Brigade who ran to him to beg for shelter before he left, is there any other means that can easily take people away from Meteor Street and successfully go outside? Uneasy.

Shen Jingbing stretched her hand too far, and directly grabbed the foundation of the Presbyterian Church.

Immediately let these old guys jump out.

Outside Meteor Street is a vast and uninhabited desert, and because of this, the giant garbage dump built in the middle of the desert rarely affects the outside world.

The residents here are also, their lives and normal people's lives are completely two worlds, and the two sides cannot imagine each other.

But this does not hinder the desire and fantasies of people in Meteor Street for a life that can be fed and clothed.

However, that large desert, which is enough to kill those with strong mind ability, deters all those who want to leave.

To stay alive in Meteor Street and climb towards the central area with hope, or to go into the vast desert to find a chance of escape, most of the people who are desperate for their lives in Meteor Street choose the former.

This is also the reason why there are always so few Meteor Street people outside.

The giant dragon flapped the fleshy wings on its back angrily, branches and vines emerged from the ground layer by layer, and pounced on the people who were retreating again and again.

This green area quickly covered a small half of the Central District. The few old men who stayed in their residences finally couldn't hold back, and walked out of their houses before the matter became a big mess, and flew towards the house they had been paying attention to recently. go away.

When Kuroro heard the dragon's roar, he felt that he was about to suffer. As expected, after they went out, apart from not being attacked with special care like the others, they were also submerged in the unfamiliar emerald green and earthy brown with difficulty.

The impetuous Feitan had flames in his hands, and his beautiful golden eyes were filled with anger, "Chi..."

"Fetan." Kuroro stopped his companion's movements, "It doesn't like flames."

"I don't like these things either!"

"It didn't take the initiative to attack us." Pike came up and looked at Nobunaga and Wojin who were opening the way ahead. "Even if we did, it didn't strangle us."

Fei Tan snorted coldly.

"Because you don't need it to kill." Kuroro's face sank, looking at the people who blocked their way, "There are enough people who are rushing over to give all of us to vampire vines as fertilizer."

The blond-haired, baby-faced boy was just about to say hello to the small group he met in the chaos, when he was taken aback by Kuroro's words.

Then he put on a dazed look, as if he didn't see the spiders' vigilance and killing intent, "You mean the Presbyterian Church?"

Kurolo just looked at him.

"Hi, I'm a chivalrous man." The baby-faced boy smiled, he looked very polite, but people here don't understand this, "I think you need some help, I'm a direct subordinate of one of the elders —well, it used to be."

"Heh." Kuroro looked at the knight, and took out the puppet control medium that Feitan had given him before, "This is yours."

The knight's green eyes blinked, "Yes."

"You want to join us?"

"Yes." The knight nodded.

"reason."

"Because your surroundings are not filled with these things." The knight was quite distressed. The people he brought out were all controlled by him to block the endless variety of plants. It was not easy to meet this group of teenagers who seemed to have so many connections. Can you leave casually?

The most important thing is that according to the information collected before, this group of people may have the means to leave Meteor Street, and following them obviously has a better chance of getting ahead than following the elders.

"I've heard of you, knight." Kuroro suddenly said, "One of the think tanks of the Presbyterian Church, you are very smart."

"Thank you for the compliment, I think so too." The knight smiled and nodded.

"Good brains." Kuroro once again praised.

The knight continued to smile.

"So, tell me, what made you feel that you, the one who made us have to leave the house, would be accepted by us?"

"I'm just showing you my ability." Said the knight, and then hit the snake with a stick: "Leader, I know the information about those people in the Presbyterian Church."

The group members seemed disdainful, and Wo Jin and Nobunaga even stopped their movements. It seemed that their knives and fists would directly swing at the knight's head at Kuroro's order.

However, to their surprise, Kuroro didn't say anything, but just motioned them to continue to open the way.

The spiders looked at Kuroro in surprise.

Kuroro just spit out a sentence calmly.

"We need a head."

After all, it is because the members of the group are too straightforward. To put it bluntly, the IQ is too low. Kuroro is unhappy and has been making suggestions, so he has long wanted to drag a smart person back, but the young but high-ranking knight It was originally one of his goals.

I just didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

In the same way, Xia Ke originally cared a lot about the phantom troupe, a youth organization, and he cared even more after getting the information about that house.

The baby-faced boy looked at the person walking in front and followed with a smile.

He never follows the wrong person.

He wanted to leave Meteor Street, but leaving Meteor Street was not an easy thing to do.

The knight didn't mind selling the elder he was loyal to for this opportunity to leave, because he knew that the other party had no intention of letting him go at all.

Rather than wasting a lifetime on Meteor Street for those old immortals, it's better to just quit and take a gamble, which is more hopeful.

Life always needs some stimulation.

District eight.

Shen Jingbing was thrown to the ground by the dragon again.

It's just that this time the little dragon cub was obedient and didn't set off another frightening strong wind, allowing Shen Jingbing to place the detector quietly and smoothly and the detection was completed.

"Master, something happened in the Central District."

"what happened?"

"They used fire on the wood dragon." Lancelot said, with obvious gloating in his tone.

Shen Jingbing rubbed her chin, "So big?"

Although Meteor Street is very barren, in fact, there is no shortage of one thing where there is land-plant seeds.

The talent mastered by the giant wood dragon is to awaken the activity of the seeds, allowing them to take root and germinate quickly.

And to what extent do wood dragons hate fire?

Even the giant dragons that have always been difficult to reproduce, the wood-type dragons are unwilling to mate with the most numerous fire-type dragons.Not only that, they even directly moved out of Dragon Valley, which was almost occupied by the fire element, and found a place to live alone.

Seeing the fire dragon coming, he slapped it back.

This is still the case among the same race, let alone the treatment of these human beings who burned its lair.

Shen Jingbing picked up the detector on the ground, stretched her waist, looked at the desert spreading far and far away on the map, and smacked her lips, "We have to stop in the middle of the desert when we leave here."

No wonder Kurolo told him about leaving Meteor Street with a very serious and serious look. It turned out that this was the case outside Meteor Street.

"Master, someone has been following us."

"En?" Shen Jingbing was taken aback, "Follow us? A-level?"

"It's Class C, Master."

"C-level dragons can keep up with wind-type dragons?" Shen Jingbing blinked, "Are you kidding me?"

Even if it's a cub, it won't lose to a C-level human ability user.

"I didn't tease you, Master." Lancelot resumed his flat tone, "He is less than one kilometer away from you now."

"...how did he come after him?"

"That's how I came after it."

Shen Jingbing was slightly embarrassed.

Then he waited in place a little curiously.

Sure enough, not long after, a figure came rushing from a distance. Seeing the figure standing still, his eyes lit up, and he clenched the dagger in his hand.

Shen Jingbing took a step back to avoid the flying dagger, glanced at where the dagger landed, and raised her eyebrows.

If he hadn't retreated tactfully just now, he would probably have been scratched to the toe.

Bear children are very good at learning.

Shen Jingbing looked at the scruffy boy with fiery red hair in front of him.

The boy was also looking at him.

After a long while, there was a sudden burst of goosebump laughter, "You are very good."

Shen Jingbing smiled.

"Do you want to partner with me, huh?"

Shen Jingbing chuckled.

Boy, you have great ideas.

Do you want to learn how to cook with me?