"Zhao Chongjun?" Lu Sheng's voice raised, "I know."

"Where is he?" The white-haired man nodded and looked at his watch. "You should be glad that I am in a good mood now and don't want to kill anyone. Tell me and I will let you go."

Lu Sheng's shoes, which he was about to leave, suddenly fell down. He turned around, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and pulled the collar with the other hand to make the clothes looser.

Then he walked slowly towards Bai Mao.

Bang!!

A lightning punch.

Lu Sheng's arm was blurred under the streetlight for a moment, and then returned to its original position.

The head of the white-haired man exploded like a watermelon on the spot, and the remaining headless body still held a newly taken out cigarette in its hand, and fell powerlessly to the sky.

Lu Sheng lowered his head and looked at the corpse, turned around and continued walking in the direction he sensed before.

His goal is virtual demons, not these inexplicable garbage.

At his level, killing a guy at this level is no different than killing an ant on the roadside.

There is no sadness or joy, no surprise or shock, it is as natural as eating and drinking.

"By the way, why should I kill him?" He suddenly thought of this question, thinking inexplicably, and slowly left, walking towards the distance.

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