Chapter 3098

You asked me to change shifts, but didn't say when. Now that taishu is back, she should leave.

But a hundred thousand merits and virtues cannot be less.

Chang Bo:

Usually he asks for money from others. Now someone asks for money from him.

"Uncle said:" since the money, then should do

Ning Shu didn't move, but his eyes turned and he glanced at Tai Shu. "I did it once. I've done it once. What's wrong with giving it to 100000?"

Ning Shu put out his hand

Changbo didn't speak. He looked at taishu and the two people, holding their arms and watching the activity.

Too uncle frowned and looked impatient.

Ning Shu took a few steps towards him and stood in front of him. "Can we make sense? You stipulate one hundred thousand at a time, and they also promise me one hundred thousand. Is there anything wrong with me?"

Ning Shu is close to him again. Uncle taishu takes two steps back, away from Ning Shu. He takes one step back, and Ning Shu goes on, "what's wrong with me

"Don't come close, disgusting." Uncle warning.

Ning Shu took another step forward. "I'll come here. Can you obliterate me? Come on."

"You come to kill me."

Changbo almost laughed. He lived so long. For the first time, he saw someone dying in a hurry.

Too uncle pulls out a gun, toward Ning Shu's eyebrow heart, "is really irritated to death a face to be aggrieved appearance, I killed you how."

Ning Shu took the barrel of the gun and held it against his head. "Shoot, actually, I want to test myself to see if I can?"

Uncle Tai pulled the trigger and fired coldly. The black bullet penetrated Ning Shu's eyebrow. From the eyebrow to the back of his head, there was a bullet hole the size of a finger.

Through the head.

Ning Shudun snorted, raised his head and touched his eyebrow, "it hurts, it hurts!"

Although the pain, but the soul did not break.

Not dead?

The expression on Changbo's face began to be serious. Some of the onlookers looked this way.

Seeing this, uncle Tai didn't have any color of surprise on his face. He fired a second shot if he didn't die.

I'm afraid I'm already upset. Now I'm rather comfortable. I'm sorry if I don't kill you.

When people are angry, it's normal for them to step on the edge of their feet.

Ning Shu squats down and avoids the second shot. The feeling of the bullet penetrating the soul is too painful. It's cold and awe inspiring, which is not good.

Will not be silly to bear the second shot, in case the other side fired a few more shots, although they can be reborn, but it is not good to be wiped will.

Ning Shu stood up, with a long sword on his hand, shining with a cold sheen.

Taishu shoots. Ningshu dodges the bullet and cuts at taishu with a sword.

It's not suitable to use a gun for a close-up entanglement. Taishu's face is as cold as iron. He has a black sword in his hand. When the two swords collide, the sparks are everywhere.

Jingle, two swords do their best to devour each other.

Ning Shu's left hand condensed out a black whip. He stepped back quickly and threw the whip out. He wanted to tie taishu.

Uncle taishu stood still. With a sword, he cut off the whip and disappeared.

Ning shutut twice. She is too weak. Now her soul can't provide energy at all. She won't die, but she is too reluctant to deal with Uncle Tai.

Can persist until now, own death will has provided a lot of energy for her.

Ning Shufen sticks his hair on his face and looks solemn. He makes his sword gather more strength and rush past like a cannonball without fear.

Taishu looks impatient, his body is as straight as a pine, he stands still, his movements are gentle, his weight is as light as a light, and he is relaxed.

The strength is like sword Qi flowing from the head of the sword, like a trickle. Outsiders don't see it very well, but the locked Ning Shu feels more pressure.

This force cut Ning Shu's sword, cut Ning Shu's face, and hurt half of his face.

If Ning Shu didn't hide fast, half of his head would be cut off.

The wound will not heal for a while. What power is eating the wound, preventing the wound from recovering, and swallowing her soul.

Ning Shu touched his face. "Did he hurt my face?"

The most unforgivable.

Crowd watching eating melons:

It seems that the point is not right. Why is it on the face.

Ning Shu felt his face, especially distressed. There was a big trace in the beautiful face.

She has nothing to do with looking in the mirror, looking at her face is particularly in a good mood, the feeling of being awakened by her beauty is really wonderful.

Uncle Tai stares at Ning Shu. She should be swallowed up. At last, the smoke disappears. He looks at Ning Shu and thinks about it. At last, he looks clear.

Ning Shu gathers a lot of swords and rushes towards uncle Tai.

Changbo felt that no matter how to fight, it would delay things, and the surrounding area would be easily involved.The most important thing is that the two sides don't step back. They don't know when to play.

Changbo stood out as a peacemaker and stopped in the middle and said, "what can't be said well is 100000..." Before he finished speaking, he was directly knocked away by Ning Shu.

Taishu raises his sword and cuts it down to Ningshu's head. Ningshu resists taishu's attack. The other hand gathers the sword and stabs taishu's heart.

Once in Zhengqing's heart, Zhengqing had nothing to do with it. At that time, he was weak. But this time, with the sword of death will, he died and died.

Uncle Tai stepped back and avoided Ning Shu's sword. Ning Shu's head blossomed and split in two.

Even so, Ning Shu is still alive. It's just pain. The pain is very real. The pain of craniotomy is very strong.

Ning Shu: my face!

The long uncle who was knocked away, look at Ning Shu and taishu.

Ning Shu gave up the fight. It hurt to be beaten under pressure.

The foundation is too weak.

Slowly, Ning Shu's soul began to heal and gradually recovered, that is, the soul looked weaker.

Ning Shu touched his head and face, relieved. Fortunately, he didn't walk around with his head open.

She will not die, but at the critical point, her will will will be erased.

To bear the point, the loss is their own, not too uncle's opponent for the time being.

Changbo once again stopped in the middle, "what is there to fight against, so angry, everyone harmonious, is a better tomorrow."

Angry, of course, it's better to relax. As for uncle taishu, I don't know if he's angry. Anyway, I'm not comfortable now.

"Sometimes not to die is not a lucky thing," said uncle

Ning Shu has a hair raising. "Is it lucky that I has the final say?"

Of course, she understood uncle taishu's consciousness. If she was poor in strength, she would be tortured all the time, but she would not die. At this time, death has become the best extravagant hope.

Therefore, in order to avoid pain and suffering, Ning Shu must be stronger.