Amid the deafening roar, he even leaped onto the roof with his shoulders, bypassed the defense and started killing.

Ximen Wang Xingming was scared, really scared, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

"Lin Zhensheng came for me, now!"

"I can withstand it."

"Send someone to rescue me."

Ximen Wang Xingming quickly sent a message to Mingman, but the only thing waiting for him was to wait.

"Speak! Where are you!"

...

"Mingman!"

The message sent by Ximen Wang Xingming was like a rock sinking into the sea, without any response.

Very suddenly.

His heart was cold.

In the physical sense.

A figure slowly stood up behind him. The fat fat face was covered with blood, his smile was very ferocious, and his hands were still stirring the long knife hard.

A large amount of blood gushed out, dyeing Ximen Wang Xingming's chest red.

"Cough, cough, don't, cough, don't."

Ximen Wang Xingming's eyes were distracted and he turned his head in disbelief.

He wanted to see who it was, but blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and his trachea was pressed against him and he couldn't turn his head.

"You...you..."

It's as angry as a fucking spring.

"It's...who..."

There is no more air intake.

Fu Jinyin came to Ximen Wang Xingming's ear and was very joking: "It's me, a few of them."

Ximen Wang Xingming suddenly widened his eyes and used all his life to make the smallest sound.

"Grass!"
Chapter completed!