Step Back! Master is Here!

声音 The sound of cars driving outside, as well as the next room, the bed hitting the wall, and the partly inflated 呻 -groan are all clearly audible.

Tangluo bowed his head and glanced at him. The body of the demon suit was still open, and there was no change.

In his own eyes, it is still himself.

But in the eyes of others-

I walked over to the mirror and Tang Luo looked at the man in the mirror.

That's not him. It's a man with messy hair and a beard that hasn't been shaved for a few days. He looks very decadent.

He's almost as tall as Tang Luo.

The outline of the five senses is quite deep. It is a typical Westerner's face. If you pick it up, it should be regarded as a handsome uncle.

There is no doubt that Tang Luo replaced someone's existence, and it wasn't just a random appearance change in others' eyes.

Stepping back two steps, Tang Luo looked through the mirror and saw the decadent uncle inside. He was wearing a black suit and white shirt. It was not a grand dress, but it was not casual.

He touched his face, but he didn't touch the beard he should have, but he was very advanced, and he could not wear the "obstructive eye method".

"God, come here."

Tangluo beckoned to the dog in bed.

Howling Tengu jumped out of bed and climbed up wearing Tangluo's feet, moving quickly.

The tadpole is no longer the poor state in the beginning, and it can be regarded as a qualified predator in the wild.

"It's changed too." Tang Luo looked at the Xiaotian dog crawling to his shoulder.

不是 The mirror is not the image of a black-footed kitten, but a puppy.

The tadpole is larger than the original black-footed cat, but it is not much bigger.

Howling Tianguo stared blankly at "self" in the mirror and started "wang" a few times.

Then, Yang Tian issued a "wolf howl".

Howling Tengu will never be slaves!

"Don't make noise." Tang Luo politely knocked on the head of Xiaotian Dog.

How can a good dog become a "two ha"?

Yes, the breed of dog in the mirror is one of the three idiots of the famous sled.

"A man, a dog, I am a legend?" Tang Luo secretly said.

"Forget it, it should not be a zombie world."

The call next door proves that there are no zombies in this world. It can't be the end of the world.

Tang Luo rummaged in the room, and quickly found a wallet, opened it, there were some money and documents in it.

The ID is a driver's license. The name on it is Todd Silas, 42 years old.

In addition, Tang Luo also found a pistol, but there were no bullets in it, which could only be used to scare people.

"It feels like modern Western society." Tang Luo secretly said in his heart.

抬 He raised his hand, and the revolver that did not appear at all in the previous mission appeared ominously in his hands.

的 The style of the world of this mission is quite a match with the ominous.

Fasten with the buttons inside the sleeves, the rather wide sleeves will cover up the ominous, Tang Luo came to the mirror and came to the mirror.

的 The person in the mirror doesn't have a wide sleeve. Where is that ominous?

Tang Luo shook his right hand at will, and fell ominously into his hands. Todd in the mirror turned a gun into a trick.

"Is this a little stepping up?" Tang Luo smiled and put away the ominous again.

"Let's go, son of a dog, let's start our legend." Tang Luo said, Xiaotian dog followed immediately.

I opened the door, and there was a walkway that would squeak if I stepped on it.

On the left hand side is the downward staircase.

Tangluo went downstairs. This place is indeed a run-down small hotel. It doesn't need any gadgets and can live with money.

A thin-skinned young man with brown hair was lying on the counter and sleeping.

Tang Luo did not wake him up, and left the hotel with Xiaotian.

The streets outside are crowded with people, and you can see the high-rise buildings when you look up.

This is a bustling city.

I took out a note and looked at it. The countdown above started when Tang Luo stepped out of the door.

Now, the writing on it has completely disappeared, and it has become a plain piece of paper.

Assembled into a ball, thrown it, Tang Luo was thrown into a trash bin not far away, and quickly brought into the crowd with the dog.

Tang Luo left shortly after.

A hippie woman walked into a small hotel with a bumpy body, with a heavy smoky makeup, chewing gum.

Knocked **** the counter-the bell above is bad.

The brown-haired man looked up in doubt.

"Find someone, does he live here?" The hippie woman arrived with a big bill and a photo.

It's not anyone else in the photo, it's Todd, but compared to the decadent man in the mirror, Todd in the photo doesn't have that long hair.

The moustache was shaved quite clean, but his temperament was as cold and gloomy as ever.

"Oh, 202." The brown-haired young man took the money politely and threw out a key.

As a place near the "black hotel", there are often all kinds of messy people living here, gangs, debt concealers and the like, and people often find them.

"Three things are damaged, three times the compensation." The youth also reminded.

Hippie woman took the key, while chewing gum, lazily walked towards the second floor.

The brown-haired young man behind her eyes stared at her hips, seemingly looking forward to seeing the scenery under the short skirt.

It was a pity that until it disappeared completely, the brown-haired youth did not get what they wanted.

As soon as I lost my sight, the original lazy face of the hippie woman disappeared instantly, and she became stunned and cold.

She took out a delicate silver pistol from her clothes and hit the silencer.

I stepped on the long-repaired floor that year without even sounding.

I came to Room 202 without opening the door with the key.

The muzzle rested on the door. The hippie woman pulled the trigger directly, as if pulling out the stopper. After firing several shots, the woman slammed into the room.

The cricket was short, rolled on the spot, and raised the gun after avoiding possible sneak attacks. The action was crisp and crisp.

It's just that there is no one in the room. Her actions are totally useless.

"Run away?" The hippie woman stood up and looked at the empty room.

"咚咚."

There were knocks twice.

The hippie woman turned sharply and aimed her gun at the door.

"It seems I'm late?" A man knocking on the door was pointed at the muzzle, and there was no tension or fear.

The hippie woman did not speak, but put her gun away and asked, "How many people know he is here?"

The two don't seem to know each other, but they are quite clear about each other's "identity" and purpose.

"I know everything, I sold it after I found him. Hey, it's really profitable." The man said with a smile, "It's going to be lively right away."

"Mum-!" The hippie woman scolded directly.

"Actually, I should be saving you, little things." The man said with a smile, "He was a" death messenger ". When you killed someone, you might still be playing with mud."

"He is old."

Hippie women disdain.

"Oh." The man laughed and arrived with a business card. "My name is Ward. You can come to me when you need information."

"Why don't you sell it but sell information?" The hippie woman asked.

因为 "Because I think it's more important to live and make money." Ward said with a smile, and turned away. "And, I want to do it, but I haven't met anyone."

Hippie woman put away her business card and left the room.

In the park.

Tangluo is sitting on a bench, and the dog next to him is fighting the roast chicken in the box.

He narrowed his eyes and felt the warm sunshine.

The world is so peaceful, just like a vacation. This survival task feels very simple.

How could it be that after 29 days, a meteorite suddenly fell in the sky at the last minute? Or, the nuclear bombs flew in the sky on the last day?

任务 This mission world is even thinner than the real world.

A tramp approached Tang Luo with a broken hat and said, "Sir, I haven't eaten for three days ..." There was a sour smell on my body.

Tang Luo took out a coin and threw it into the tramp's hat.

The tramp took his hat back in his arms, bowed and thanked him.

The next moment, "black light" flashed, and he held a black dagger and wiped it to Tang Luo's neck.

"Survival mission being pursued?"

Tang Luo flashed a thought in his mind, grabbed the homeless man's wrist, and folded at will.

The crisp sound of bone fractures and the sound of a gun that opened like a man's closed mouth sounded at the same time after passing through the muffler.

The tramp originally held the hand of the hat, and when he retracted his arms, he did not know when to hold a pistol.

Almost when Tang Luo held his wrist, he pulled the trigger.

On the side of Tang Luo's head, the bullet was rubbed against his ear and hit a tree behind it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Can you ask, why did you kill me? "With a left hand pull, the tramp lost his balance instantly and was pressed by Tang Luo on the chair.

"Why?"

He seemed to hear something incredible, and the tramp opened his eyes wide. "You actually ask why?"

"You may not believe it, I fell into the shower last night, hit my head, amnesia, and forget who I am." Tang Luo was serious.

The other dog on the other side followed Wang.

As a listening school, Tang Luo is still very interested in digging the story behind Todd to see if there is a great opportunity to earn merit.

The homeless man held the gun in one hand and was pressed on the lower abdomen. The muzzle was still aimed at himself and he did not dare to move. The other hand is broken and cannot be moved.

Tang Luo pressed his palm on his back at will, but he had great power.

Pressing it completely on the bench made it difficult for the tramp to breathe, let alone to resist.

"Serious order, you can't live long," said the tramp.

"A lore order?" Tang Luo said, "How do you feel like the martial arts of the rivers and lakes?"

Suddenly emerged beggar killer, lore order.

It feels like the style of Gulongjianghu——

A hawker selling candy gourds on the side of the road will always pull out a dagger and go up and down. It ’s like this.

所以 "So you are a killer. I was issued a lore order. Many killers will come to kill me and my dog?" Tang Luo asked.

"Yes," said the tramp, "you can't escape for long."

His tone was not pleasant, nor resentful, but he was simply describing one thing, very bland, as if talking about a business.