89 The Villain Appears?
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At the same time, Jia Qingming and the others have also arrived in front of the helicopter.
"Who can fly a plane?!" Jia Qingming asked helplessly before boarding the plane.
"I can try it!" Yuan Mu-mutou said suddenly.
But why do you feel so unreliable? ! But in the current situation, he can only be a dead horse.
Su Qiang heard the sound of breaking the door behind him, and ignored his wounds, immediately turned around and pulled the trigger to fire continuously.
However, this kind of behavior only serves as a cover.
After all, these heavily armed guys are wearing body armor, and there are soldiers holding riot shields in front...
More importantly, the Type 92 pistol she used had in fact only an effective range of 50 meters. Such a distance could not pose a threat to the opponent for the time being, it was just a bluff.
In fact, all they can do now is just bravado and try to delay.
At this moment, they had reached the door of hope, and they were about to open the c***k of the door to welcome the light from leaking in... The helicopter door suddenly opened by itself.
Between the opened hatches, a figure walked out slowly.
"I'm afraid Xiaosheng, you can't leave." It was the voice of Zhuang Zhoumeng.
Why would he do such a thing? If he chose not to help them from the beginning, it would be impossible for them to escape when they were in the teaching building...
The doubt disappeared as he walked out of the shadows.
At this time, Zhuang Zhoumeng was not the graceful gentleman, his body was wrapped in sticky black, his eyes turned into blood-red red pupils, the folding fan was gently swayed, and his feet were still stepping elegantly in ancient times.
However, he has...been a nightmare...
So, at that time, Zhuang Zhoumeng hurriedly put down the phone call because he had already suffered such bad luck?
Jia Qingming looked at Mengmeng flying in the air with complicated eyes as if asking her, "Is there any way?"
However, Mengmeng sensed his gaze and said solemnly, "I can't help it. If hypnotizing pollen, although it can cope with the spirit in the dream, the nightmare can no longer be controlled...just like this dream. Itself... has fallen into the abyss of Nightmare."
The heavily armed commandos from the rear quickly surrounded them. They were skilled and professional, advancing in a tactical formation, and surrounded several people.
Su Qiang could hardly stand. The few shots she was able to do just now exhausted her too much power, so she can only lean on Jia Qingming now. Even though the girl's breathing is at this time of the disaster, he can't help feeling sorry.
In fact, Su Qiang didn't want to be so weak, she had always been a girl with a strong temper, but in the current situation, she could no longer provide that kind of strength.
So, they are now... dead?
"This is the dream state you want, right?" Zhuang Zhoumeng walked towards Zhuang Yan slowly, with an elegant voice and a rather dark-bellied connotation. "The dream world is another world. Since you want to stay in this dream world, then don't continue to struggle."
Senior Sister Zhuang Yan drew back desperately and backed away to avoid the body he was close to, the body full of the scent of a nightmare. However, behind her, there seemed to be a transparent barrier, which sealed her course of action, so even though she had been shrinking back, in fact, she was completely immobile.
"Nightmare is not so terrible, because it is the most eternal existence in the dream world." Zhuang Zhoumeng said the black air is like black liquid flowing down from the surface of his body, visually looking very strange.
He continued with that tempting voice, the steps under his feet were elegant and ancient: "Flowers in the dream world is just beautiful short-lived things. They are born in the mud of nightmares and get nutrients... The moment when it bloomed to the most beautiful and sweetest time was completely swallowed by a nightmare."
Zhuang Zhoumeng smiled softly, and the folding fan closed and raised Zhuang Yan's chin:
"It's like plants that are kept in a flowerbed. In the end, they always need to be picked, that's their meaning. In the endless nightmare, it is a world without pain. Because there are eternity and nothingness. Nightmare does not. It is not cruel, it only destroys the beautiful things, makes them suffer pain, then destroys, dies... Then they return to the eternal state without pain. You don't want to experience that kind of pain... Don't you want to return to that reality? "
"Compared to everything getting better, you want everything to disappear. Xiaosheng once helped you realize one wish after another in this dream, first to restore your life to its original state, and then to make your exposed bad temper by everyone Acceptance, and then, let everyone help you destroy the people you hate... The last thing is to indulge you and kill the people you hate by yourself... You get so much from your dreams, But are you really satisfied?"
Zhuang Zhoumeng asked, his voice at the moment was full of allure, like a missionary who felt great about himself. He opened his arms and said to Senior Sister Zhuang Yan:
"No! You just keep feeling satisfied, and then again feel the pain of loss after the satisfaction. Now... the niche will realize your wish and truly realize... with the power of nightmare."
"Is the announcement finished?" Fei Wu said coldly in midair Mengmeng suddenly.
"Huh?" Zhuang Zhoumeng snorted coldly.
"Nightmare has learned a lot of modern knowledge in recent years, presumably it has also given you these things, but it has learned and learned, but it still overlooked one thing," Mengmeng said.
"What?" Zhuang Zhoumeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the Mengdie in the sky.
Mengmeng flapped her wings and asked, "Do you know how powerful villains die?"
After asking this question, she paused, and before Zhuang Zhoumeng could answer, she let out a smile-free voice: "The villain died of talking too much!"
At this moment, there was a sudden sound, and the commandos surrounded several people behind him suddenly fell dead, almost at the same time, like a bunch of plants with cut flowers and fallen soft branches.
And on their bodies, there is only a long and narrow blade...
That is……
A sharp and slender ancient sword is now pinched in the hands of a woman in an ancient costume.
She moved lightly, wearing a heavy white Hanfu, but she didn't feel cumbersome in her actions. She had a hairpin on her head, winding her long black hair into a delicate appearance.
The only special thing is that the ancient sword dripping blood in her hand and the plain white Hanfu in her hand make her look like a solemn mourner. The blood is splashed on the white cloth as if using The freehand painting made by splashing vermilion ink is gorgeous but very strange.
It looks like a gentlewoman walking out of an ancient painting but at the same time a god of death.
She is……
"Miss Bai Ling?!" Jia Qingming said in surprise.
"Go!" Mengmeng shouted to Jia Qingming, who was shocked. Several people quickly rushed towards the helicopter. The nightmare Zhuang Zhoumeng had no time to take care of their escape and was completely attracted by the beautiful Shura-like woman in front of him. Attention.
That death-like woman...really...
Miss Bai Ling?!
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