different blood boiling

The foreign warrior with whom he had two faces was sitting on a gray-black rock, his front was slightly open, and red light was jumping on his military uniform. The sound was sizzling, which set off those deep eyes even colder.

Fang Yu withdrew his gaze lightly, looked at Qian Feng and the others who were surrounding him, took his dagger away on purpose, and forced him to this deserted corner, behind him was the territory of foreign races, and all intruders were killed, even if they were Looking at those high-level Zerg sitting there calmly, with no expression on their faces, no one dared to pull out the tiger's beard easily.

Planning to kill yourself?He thought to himself, quickly and carefully observe the surrounding environment, there is no suspicious use of things, no matter how big or small the danger is, and whether it is difficult or easy to solve, you should not take it lightly, this is a long-standing habit .

"Do you want to do it?" There is no extra words, but it is necessary to make sure, Fang Yu said lightly, his expression remained unchanged, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed.

"Hmph, who are you going to pretend to be like this? The weapons are gone, and we're afraid you won't succeed." A red-haired young man with dark and yellow skin said something disdainful, playing with a nail-studded gun in his hand. With a wooden stick, he looked at the man with delicate skin in front of him, a bloodthirsty ferocity appeared on his face.

"Boss, we have to act quickly. Those people will be awakened in a while, and an explanation is inevitable, and the director doesn't know about it." Another strong man reminded with a hoarse voice. , They naturally have no fear of confronting the leader of the team. At this time, especially if there is no mistake, there is no hesitation in their words, "It is best to cut up the body and leave no traces."

"Hush, don't make a sound, it's just a knife, it won't hurt, little brother." Qian Feng ordered several subordinates to surround him, and didn't listen to those people muttering, but looked at the handsome face of the young man, Can't help sticking out his tongue and licking his lower lip, good stuff, but it's better to deal with it as soon as possible.He is not the kind of erroneous person who can't tell the difference between southeast and north.

Fang Yu remained silent, his eyes calm and calm.

Zhao Hua was controlling Zhao Shi together with that woman, and if he dared to make a sound, the red-hot fire stick would be directly stretched into his throat.

Qian Feng loves a young and stubborn man like Fang Yu. If he is pressed on the bed and plays with it, it will be such an interesting enjoyment. Those delicate and weak young people who are posted upside down will not arouse much interest Come on, the prey should struggle a little bit. Thinking of this, he smiled, "Are you afraid, or, if you come here and kneel and lick my place, you can live a little longer."

He never lied, and it was a luxury to live a little longer. Who is not afraid of death, let alone take off the chin, and don't worry about the other party's tricks. He can also try the power of this dagger by the way. It feels good, but whether the strength and speed have changed or not needs to be proved by facts.

On the opposite side of the bonfire, a male soldier stabbed his accomplice, and grunted expressionlessly, "Rebellion in the den?"

The other party remained motionless and continued to burn, but the corner of his eye was aimed at their general, still calm and indifferent. He remembered seeing this young man twice, which was a coincidence. He did not expect that a few days before arriving at the base, he would Dying, "just a mob."

"It's a lot of courage to do something in front of us." The male warrior glanced at several humans with disdain, and was a little dissatisfied with the bloody smell that might be smelled by the campfire. There is also internal strife.

It's not good to save your energy to do something else, and killing enemies on the battlefield is more valuable than fighting in private.

When Fang Yu heard this, his expression didn't change much, but when Qian Feng couldn't help rushing over, he broke his neck.

The black and yellow thin man was a step slower, and before he had time to react to Qian Feng's tragic death, another accomplice was already lying on the ground, motionless, blood slowly dripping from the bottom of his body, his legs and feet trembled, and he wanted to kneel down.

I can't see how the young man moved, it seems that he just pushed his hand forward, lifted it up, and with a click, Brother Qian's neck softened. The strong big man stretched his fist halfway, and his other hand He fell down clutching his chest, facing the ground, and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he clearly didn't even have time to let out a scream, and died quietly.

Fang Yu raised his head and glanced at the thin man lightly.

The other side was frightened, his body could not stop shaking, his mouth faltered, and his voice was small, "Where's the dagger you took just now...?"

Fang Yu remained silent.

The thin man heard the sound of water dripping on the ground next to his ears, and then he looked down at his chest, fear condensed in his eyes, and fell down after a few seconds.

A dagger reflecting the flames was stuck in his chest.