Woo!
The 250, which was traveling at no less than 60 yards per hour, let out a terrifying roar and rushed straight towards the middle-aged peasant woman!
Bo!
There was a loud noise, and the middle-aged peasant woman was hit hard against the front of the Passat by the huge impact!
The roar of motorcycles echoed with the sound of gunshots, shattering eardrums.
I gasped and my eyes bulged.
Got shot!
The middle-aged peasant woman was shot!
The trafficker was shot!
The dead woman was shot!
The motorcycle rider fell heavily to the ground, quickly got up again, and pulled the trigger of the middle-aged peasant woman at close range.
One shot!
Two shots!
Three shots!
The blood mist exploded one after another under the lamp!
Under the illumination of LED lights, more than three blood flowers slowly expanded and merged into a coquettish and strange blood mass!
In an instant, the smell of blood spread across the night sky!
The middle-aged peasant woman endured four gunshots, but she still stood still!
"You mother, you stinky bitch, die for me!"
The motorcycle rider roared fiercely, rolled up on the spot, picked up the compound bow, and stretched the bow to loosen the string.
Boom!
The arrow erupted with the most terrifying ghost roar, killing the middle-aged peasant woman!
The middle-aged peasant woman didn't even blink an eyelid. She gently raised her hand. The Jialing 250, which weighed three hundred kilograms, was caught in her hand as if it were nothing and she threw it away.
Immediately, the motorcycle flew ten meters away from my head and hit the motorcycle rider's car heavily.
"Old Shi! How's it going?"
"answer!"
I cried out in despair!
The motorcycle rider is Teng Laoshi!
In the distance, Teng Laoshi, who was pressed under the motorcycle, coughed violently: "I can't die..."
Without my glasses, I struggled to crawl on the ground to save Teng Laoshi.
"do not come!"
"Look, look, she...that, female..."
"Kill first, kill her!"
Listening to Teng Laoshi's angry words, I felt confident, grabbed a stone and stumbled to the Passat.
The middle-aged peasant woman was shot twice in the right chest and lower abdomen, and blood gushed out.
Embedded in the shoulder of the middle-aged peasant woman was a deflated bullet.
Even after receiving these three bullets, the middle-aged peasant woman stood up straight, with no trace of pain on her dark, ordinary face!
The car lights illuminated the middle-aged peasant woman's small and thin body, and her figure was infinitely magnified, covering the sky!
"No wonder Master told me not to return to China in this life."
"I see!"
"After all, there is no escape."
The middle-aged peasant woman’s incomprehensible words left me at a loss as to what to do.
Suddenly, the middle-aged peasant woman raised her head and looked at me coldly. That vicious, cold, heartless look made me shudder.
"When did you lose your soul?"
The words came out so suddenly that I stopped breathing and trembled: "Who are you?"
Her calm, calm and quiet look was engraved in my mind and I will never forget it.
The middle-aged peasant woman looked at me coldly, her eyes like daggers, piercing my heart: "Find me someone."
"who?"
"Li Qiuju!"
"Bring a girl!"
"Girl! Qi Xuan Zhao Gu!"
My heart was beating wildly and my hands and feet were cold: "Qi Zhao..."
The middle-aged peasant woman did not respond to me, but still stared at me, as if she wanted to rip out my soul: "Remember?"
As she spoke, a stream of blood flowed from the left temple of the middle-aged peasant woman.
There was a vague bloody hole on the middle-aged peasant woman's temple.
This injury is a fatal injury to the middle-aged peasant woman!
I gritted my teeth and nodded silently, closing my eyes gently.
The middle-aged peasant woman's voice remained the same, without any trace of it.
His emotions were all cold: "Found it. Go to the Footpot Ghost King City. There is a man named Li Shinan. He will meet you."
"Bring Qi Xuanzhao Bones over. My master will personally resurrect your soul and give you a fortune."
"Only my master in the world can save you."
"Otherwise, you won't survive two years!"
My heart exploded, and around my head, thunders from the sky, earth, water, thunder, gods, and thunders kept bombarding me, causing my whole body to shatter into pieces. I was speechless: "Who is your master..."
The middle-aged peasant woman did not respond to me, her face was still cold and frosty. The eyes are still as cold and ruthless as the forest of swords and trees.
He tiptoed forward, looked down at the motorcycle rider indifferently, and said sadly. "My name is Lin Xiaoli. It is my fate that you kill me. It is also the retribution of my killing."
"If you are dissatisfied with cultivation in this life, I will resolutely cultivate again!"
"Eighteen years later. I will come to you. I will be your wife. I will torture you for the rest of your life. I will avenge you for killing me."
"See you in the next life!"
After saying that, the middle-aged peasant woman slapped her hands together and made a sound on her sleeves.
With an indifferent expression, he tiptoed back three steps, faced the Southeast Sundan position, sat on the ground, crossed his legs, made a mudra with his hands, lowered his head, opened his mouth lightly, and recited a mantra.
"Mom sells batches! Save me!"
"How dare you threaten me, a damn old lady."
"Hold!"
The rider opened the motorcycle and took off his helmet. He hit the middle-aged peasant woman on the back with his helmet from a distance. He picked up the compound bow and arrow and rushed to the middle-aged peasant woman with his hand and poked her.
I called the parking driver coldly: "She's dead."
The driver looked down and was stunned.
I saw that the middle-aged peasant woman had stopped reciting the incantation at some point, her expression was peaceful, and she had been dead for a long time.
"It's so damned. Mom sells batches. It gives you an advantage."
As he spoke, the driver raised his foot and kicked the middle-aged peasant woman: "You still want to be my wife? I want you to be my wife! I want you to torture me for the rest of my life."
The strange thing is that the middle-aged peasant woman just sat cross-legged on the ground without moving.
The rider was kicking and beating violently, and was panting from exhaustion, but the middle-aged peasant woman sat tightly in the cross-legged position and refused to fall.
The tired rider cursed countless times and lost interest completely. He sat down on the ground, lit a cigarette, held a gun, and breathed heavily. .
I don’t know how much time passed before Ye Buyilin, Dade and others woke up and looked at each other with shock and fear.
The ambulance door opened, and the Su family got out of the car anxiously. Many people vomited on the spot.
Later, Ye Buyi led his people to clean up the battlefield.
"Aren't you going back to the Snowy Land to be your beast tamer? Why are you here?"
