Chapter 720 Reverse Eye Quang Ping Street, Changxing Apartment.
This is the cherubim's dwelling.
At eight o'clock in the morning, he was still lying in bed and sleeping, when there was a sudden rhythmic knock on the door.
Cherubim frowned and opened his eyes slightly, picked up the phone on the bedside table, looked at the time on the phone screen, he let out a dissatisfied mutter, lifted the quilt, got out of bed naked, and yawned as he walked to the door.
When he arrived at the door, he first looked out through the door mirror to see the people standing outside, and then he muttered indistinctly, and opened the door with an unhappy face.
As he opened the door, a young man walked in from the outside, none other than the Seraphim of the Holy Angels.
"Why did you come to my house all of a sudden, do you have a mission today?"
the cherubim glanced at him, then stretched his muscles and turned back to the bedroom in the back room.
Seraphim didn't speak, he went to the living room table, and with a clatter, placed a handful of beer on it.
Cherubim looked back at him, twisted his neck, and said, "Don't drink if you have a mission."
As he spoke, he walked back to his bedroom and lazily got dressed.
Seraphim stood by the door, leaning against the frame, his gaze fixed on a young woman still lying on the bed.
"How can you be interested in her?"
asked the cherubim, looking back at him with a smile.
Seraphim shrugged, still not saying anything.
Cherubim sneered, and said, "What a tasteless fellow.
As he spoke, he pushed the girl on the bed and shouted, "Get up, get up."
The young woman slowly raised her eyes and looked at him with sleepy eyes.
Cherubim took out his wallet, took out a few hundred-dollar bills from it, and threw them directly at the girl, saying, "Take the money, get out" The girl was not at all angry, nor shy away, and got out of bed in the presence of Seraphim and cherubim, first collecting the money scattered on the bed, and then unhurriedly dressing.
When she walked outside the house and passed by Seraphim, she couldn't help but look him up and down, and asked with a smile: "Handsome guy, do you need service?"
Seraphim looked at the girl without saying a word, without any emotion in his eyes, as if he were looking at an inanimate doll.
Seeing that he did not react to himself like a wooden stake, and that the way he looked at people made her feel hairy, the girl's heart tightened, and she did not dare to continue to speak, but pretended to pout, snorted, and strode in front of him.
Just as she had already walked past the seraphim and was about to head towards the entrance, without warning, the seraphim suddenly stretched out his arm and put his arm around her neck from behind.
The girl didn't even know what was going on, only to see Seraphim's arm shrink back violently, and a crisp click sound was heard in the ear chakra, and then she looked at the girl, and her body immediately softened.
Seraphim withdrew her arms expressionlessly, and the girl slipped limply to the ground, her eyes wide, white saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth, her head tilted unnaturally to the side, and her body lying on the ground trembled for a moment.
Hearing the strange noise behind him, the cherubim who had just put on his pants subconsciously turned his head, and when he saw the girl's corpse, he frowned, and said to Seraphim dissatisfied: "Why did you kill her, this is my house, and the corpse is difficult to dispose of."
The seraphim shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the living room, and when the cherubim came out indignantly, he picked up a bottle of beer, threw it back, and said, "Drink." ” Cherubim grabbed the beer bottle with his hand, looked down, and asked with a smile, "Don't we have a mission today?"
Seraphim said, "Not really. ” "No mission," Cherubim looked at him strangely, and put down the beer bottle that had been brought to his lips again.
He slowly narrowed his eyes, looked directly at Seraphim, and said quietly, "But there is murderous aura in you. ” That's the murderous aura that only the Seraphim can have when she's on a mission.
"Drink."
Seraphim lifted a bottle of beer, bit off the cap like the cherubim, and took a big sip with his head up.
When he put the beer bottle on the table, the man slowly sat down next to him.
The cherubim stared at him for a moment, walked across from him, sat down quietly, and asked, "Why did you kill her?"
"Silence."
"You have a task" "Yes.
"But the task is not mine," Seraphim did not answer.
Cherubim scratched his hair and asked with a smile, "Seraph, wouldn't it be me the target of your mission?"
he stroked the bottle with one hand, and naturally turned his back on the other hand.
Seraphim glanced at him, picked up the bottle again, and drank the remaining half of the beer in one fell swoop.
"Why do you have to give me a reason?"
said cherubim clenched his fist, but soon his fist loosened again, grabbed the bottle, and took a long sip of wine.
"Do we need a reason to do things?"
"I don't want to die in vain."
"Clean up the portal."
"Ahaha" Cherubim was stunned for a moment, then laughed on his back, wondering if his ears had misheard, he tilted his head sideways, tilted his head forward, and asked, "What did you just say?"
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"Now that we have taken refuge in the Yingjie Club, there are some rules that we have to follow."
Seraphim lowered his head and played with the empty bottle in his hand.
The smile on Cherubim's face disappeared, and he asked, "You mean to say that I broke the rules of the Heroes."
Seraphim said: "Last night, Zhou Shu's men attacked Miss Hu, and Miss Hu died just a little bit, and someone must come out to bear this responsibility. ” "Which Miss Hu is Miss Hu?"
"Brother Jay's girlfriend."
"It's her" Cherubim's face changed slightly, he rolled his eyes, and muttered, "Zhou Shu is here for revenge" "Yes."
"So, it's up to me to take care of it."
"It's different now than before, and there are some rules that you have to follow."
Seraphim repeated.
Hearing this, Cherubim couldn't help but grit his teeth, pointed back at the corpse behind him, and asked, "Did you break the rules just now?"
” "She saw my face, and I couldn't keep my mouth alive."
"But I was in the same situation at the time, and the woman saw my face."
"It's different."
Cherubim was suddenly happy, he took a deep breath, and said slowly, "So you have made up your mind, and you must complete the task."
"You know the rules."
"We've been working together for years" "So, it's time for the wise angel to be replaced."
"Haha, aren't you so sure it won't be your Seraphah who will be replaced in the end," Cherubim could say before he could finish his words, suddenly grabbing the bottle on the table, sweeping it out, and slamming it into Seraphim's temple.
He was fast, and neither was Seraphim's movements, and the latter did not hesitate for a moment, lifting the empty bottle in his hand and holding it in front of his head.
The wine bottles in the hands of the two of them slammed into one place, and with a crisp sound, the two wine bottles shattered together, and dense glass shards scattered from the air like snowflakes.
Cherubim held the remaining half of the bottle, and his arm reached forward, the sharp edge of the bottle's cut stabbing straight into Seraphim's throat.
Seraphim reacted quickly, leaning back, his upper body almost across the chair.
The half of the cherubim's bottle brushed against the tip of his nose, and as the cherubim were about to withdraw his arms, Seraphim's feet kicked out from the bottom up.
With a muffled thud, his toe struck the table with a thud, and with the force of the kick, the table bounced up and hit the cherubim in the chest.
The latter snorted, and the figure leaning forward involuntarily fell backwards, and sat down on the ground with a thud.
As one of the holy angels, the cherubim were also first-class in skill, agility and reflexes, and before the others could stand up on the ground, their feet had already kicked forward with all their might, just on the legs of the table, and with the sound of the sand, the table slid forward, and crashed straight into the seraph.
Seraphim's arms outstretched, like a giant eagle, bouncing lightly and with a distinct lingering motion in the air, his feet just on the table that had slid to the front of him as he fell.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Seraphim's attack was blocked, the cherubim's sitting figure on the ground shot out diagonally, rushing into the bedroom like a whirlwind.
Seraphim jumped off the dining table and rushed towards the bedroom.
As soon as he entered the bedroom, he heard a sharp whistling sound in front of him, and at the same time, he saw a cold light flash towards his door.
He turned sideways completely reflexively, and the moment he turned sideways, he heard a bang behind him, and a dagger swept across the right side of his neck, deeply embedded in the door panel behind him.
Without waiting for the seraph to come to his senses, cherubim drew another dagger from under the pillow of the bed, and he held the dagger in one hand, and threw himself at the seraphim with a roar.
The seraphim turned sideways again, and the cherubim was unforgiving, so he heard the sound of a continuous breaking wind, and he stabbed five times in one breath, all of which were aimed at the seraph's vital point.
Replaced by others, under the full onslaught of a master like the cherubim, he can hold on for three rounds without being injured, but the seraphim has no difficulty, his body is like a willow, swaying from side to side, and his feet are like spinning tops, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, just right to dodge the cherubim's attacks one by one.
Although cherubim was the main attacker and had an advantage on the field, his forehead was sweaty.
He and Seraphim are both Holy Angels, and they are very familiar with each other's strength, and because of this, his psychological pressure at this time is too great, against Seraphim, if he can't beat him in the most ferocious moves in front, there is basically no chance of winning in the back.
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