She didn't want Lu Fan to experience those things again, never again.
"Ahem, cough, cough, it's useless, you can't get out.
He will only hate you and hate you for deceiving him.
Then he can live a stable life."
"Shut up."
Ou Qian angrily stomped on the man a few times, then put a knife to his nose and said, "Give you a choice, take me out."
"Isn't there a second one?"
"Then go die."
Ou Qian raised the long knife and stabbed him in the abdomen without hesitation, causing blood to flow all over the floor.
Ou Qian pulled out the long knife.
She stood there and looked into the room and said, "Little brother, I know you are watching.
I just want to say open the door, otherwise I will really kill him."
"Cough cough cough cough."
Hunter curled up and held his stomach in pain.
He didn't expect this girl to really do it.
Muyun Miaozi looked at everything in the room from outside.
He looked at Hunter's injury indifferently, with a smile on his lips.
"I count one, two, three."
Ou Qian raised the long knife in her hand and pointed it at Hunter.
She looked into the air and slowly said, "Little brother, this may be the last time I call you little brother.
One."
"Two."
Although Ou Qian looked cold, he was very anxious in his heart.
Lu Fan, please don't let anything happen to you.
"Three."
Ou Qian didn't even look back, and pointed the knife in his hand directly at Hunter's chest.
She had never killed anyone, but Lu Fan was in danger, so she had to do it.
"Hunt's fingerprints can also open the door."
Mu Yunmiao finally spoke.
The long knife had already penetrated an inch, and blood flowed out along the blade.
Hearing the sound, Ou Qian pulled out the knife, dragged Hunter to the door indifferently, and opened the door with his hand.
Mu Yunmiao stood outside.
He looked at Ou Qian and said, "Why, you can't leave here anyway.
At least until he is captured, you can't leave here."
"I said, I hope that no one in the team will fall into your hands and be humiliated by you."
Ou Qian looked at Mu Yunmiao with distant eyes, "The people in your research institute are so anxious, are you encountering a problem?"
What’s the problem?”
"I don't want to hurt you."
Mu Yunmiao stood outside, with a trace of struggle in his eyes.
Ou Qian shook her head.
She raised the long knife in her hand, and the flames instantly wrapped around her and made a squeaking sound.
At this moment, she is no longer the innocent little girl she was before, but the leader of the Hope Team.
"If you don't want to die, get out of the way."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fireball was swung out, and Ou Qian walked directly towards the exit, with Zui Yanluo in her mind pointing out the direction ahead for her.
Mu Yunmiao watched from behind as Ou Qian rushed forward with lightning speed.
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He said, "Keep her alive."
After a pause, he said, "You can't use biological weapons against her."
Ou Qian only felt that there were endless enemies in front of her, and those people were blocking her one by one.
It was really annoying, her eyes turned cold instantly, the temperature around the long knife began to drop, and black mist kept pouring out.
The fourth form of the Yama tradition: Abi Hell.
The mist wrapped around the people strangely, and it didn't take long for Ou Qian to escape to the courtyard outside.
But there were many people wearing biohazard suits outside, pointing weapons at her.
Mu Yunmiao walked out slowly, looked at Ou Qian helplessly and said, "Don't be willful, you will get hurt."
Ou Qian took out an object from the space and quickly released it into the sky.
It looked like a firework, but it was not.
This thing was given to me by the flat-headed brother before.
I didn't expect it to come in handy today, but I just didn't know if he would see it.
"No matter what you did, it was of no use."
Mu Yunmiao ignored what Ou Qian put out and said slowly: "Use anesthetic."
Ou Qian took out the mask from the space.
It was something left by the master.
He didn't know if it was useful.
Her whole body was burning with flames, and any white mist that came close to her would be evaporated.
The third clan of Yama inheritance: Fiery Red Lotus.
Fire spread from all around her.
Ou Qian walked outside step by step.
Everything that touched her was melted.
The road we have traveled is filled with lotus flowers step by step.
Ou Qian forcefully tore a hole in the encirclement and walked outside.
The scorching heat spread out.
There was a slight sweat on her forehead and she put away the flame.
There was a man holding a weapon standing in front of her.
Wearing protective clothing, he couldn't see clearly, but Ou Qian felt that this person was a little dangerous for no reason.
"Don't hurt her."
Mu Yunmiao added again.
Ou Qian squeezed the long knife in her hand tightly.
Her powers had been somewhat depleted just now, but now she couldn't waste any time.
Ou Qian accelerated and ran towards the man, flew into the air and swung Hell Wuhen at the man, and approached the man quickly, but the man stood motionless.
When the knife approached him, Ou Qian felt as if something had stabbed him hard in his head, and his face suddenly turned pale.
No, that person is a psychic.
Ou Qian took a few steps back halfway and looked at the man with a pale face.
Damn those with psychic powers, Ou Qian found it very difficult to deal with attacks without traces.
If only Lu Fan was here, she would never have to worry about mental attacks.
"Stop resisting, Ou Qian."
Mu Yunmiao kept standing there, watching Ou Qian flee from this place with a knife without hesitation.
Ou Qian didn't look back.
She looked at the person in front of her firmly, took a deep breath, and put down all her powers.
Now she couldn't use her powers, otherwise she wouldn't have a chance.
She held the knife in front of her eyes, held the blade in her right hand, and slowly slid it to the end of the knife.
All the blood was absorbed by the blade.
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She could feel Drunken Yama making bloodthirsty cries at this moment, as if he couldn't wait any longer.
She stood there with her long knife raised in the air, surrounded by black mist, and the blade formed a huge sickle, carrying the cold aura of death.
Ou Qian's eyes turned slightly red, her toes tapped the ground, and she suddenly rushed towards that person, her long hair scattered in the air.
The huge scythe left an afterimage in the sky, and the cold hissing sound was like the arrival of death.
The fifth form of the Yama tradition: withered bones turn into sand.
When the man saw Ou Qian rushing over, his eyes narrowed violently.
He had a feeling that if he didn't resist, he would definitely die.
Therefore, he instinctively used all his mental power to attack Ou Qian.
His mental power turned into a transparent blade that was as solid as a substance, and it aimed directly at Ou Qian's head with murderous intent.
But in the end, where the death scythe was headed, the transparent blade was chopped into pieces, and the huge scythe instantly landed in front of the man.
As if the god of death was coming, his cold eyes stared at him, draining all his strength in an instant, and he could not move at all.
Ou Qian's eyes turned red, and he swung the last blow indifferently, and the sword passed directly through the man's body.
The man's eyes were red, and he heard the sound of his bones breaking, inch by inch, little by little.
His face was twisted and his mouth was wide open.
Before he could scream out the severe pain, he fell to the ground hard and blood flowed all over the floor.
He looked at the sky unwillingly and then froze.
To be continued
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