Originally, Wang Yong didn't want to kill him, and he didn't want to tear his face with St.
Michael so quickly.But when Wang Yong entered the dungeon and saw the only cell where the prisoner was held, the killing intent in his heart instantly exploded.Because he saw the little girl huddled in the corner shivering, the dark and damp prison cell, the dinner plate that didn't even have a table on the floor, and the bed infested with insects and ants.He really couldn't imagine that these people would inflict such harsh treatment on a little girl as they did with death row prisoners.It was just a six-year-old child, and he slowly exhaled a breath in his chest, and the anger in Wang Yong's heart became a lot lighter.And Yuan Lin had just stopped killing at this time, he looked at the corpse lying on the ground in a daze, scratching his hair.Suddenly, he saw a guard who still had a hint of breath, and quickly rushed up to make up for it.With a pop, Yuan Lin's foot stomped heavily on the guard's chest, shattering all the guard's bones.The guard spewed out a mouthful of blood, but he was really dead, not even a breath left.And Yuan Lin was relieved at this time, with a smug smile on his face, he said to Wang Yong: "I have 9, you have 7."
I won" Wang Yong couldn't help but have black lines on his head.Yuan Lin, this kid has become a lot of slippery now, obviously the guard who was trampled to death by him just now was killed by Wang Yong, even if Yuan Lin didn't step on him, the guard wouldn't live.In that case, Wang Yong and Yuan Lin were tied 8-8, but Yuan Lin made up for the last knife and robbed Wang Yong's head.But Wang Yong couldn't be more serious with Yuan Lin, so he could only pretend to be very disappointed, and said, "Alas, I lost."
I didn't expect Xiao Yuanlin to be so powerful, I was ashamed of myself. ”Yuan Lin smiled when he heard it, but Wang Yong's last "self-ashamed" made him puzzled.He didn't understand what the idiom meant.After Wang Yong's explanation, Yuan Lin smiled even more happily.With his right hand, he patted his chest and kept showing off his strength.Wang Yong didn't have time to play this kind of small game with Yuan Lin, he kicked open the iron door of the cell and rushed into the cell.looked at the little girl who was cowering in the corner and couldn't speak, and asked, "Are you Hu Li'er?"
for a long time, the little girl nodded, her big black eyes full of fear.In her opinion, Wang Yong is also a bad person.Killed so many people, isn't it still a bad person Wang Yong glanced at the pitiful appearance of the little girl holding back her tears and filling her pupils, and couldn't help sighing, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm your father Hu Fei's friend."
He asked me to save you. ”Hearing Hu Fei's name, Hu Li'er finally reduced her resistance to Wang Yong.She sobbed and asked timidly, "What about my father" Wang Yong wanted to speak and stopped, not knowing how to answer for a while.Children at this age already know a lot of things, and it's not so easy to fool them.Just as Wang Yong was racking his brains to make up a reliable reason, he heard a burst of applause suddenly sounded outside the dungeon door.Then a figure appeared at the door of the dungeon, and the moonlight shone in and stretched his figure and projected it on the ground, making it look extremely cold.None other than St.
Michael.After all, the killing here still alarmed him, or he had been paying attention to the movement here, and he rushed over as soon as something happened.Even faster than the butler who had just arrived."
Should I praise you for your good kung fu, or should I praise you for your good acting skills" St.
Michael held back the anger in his heart and said to Wang Yong.Wang Yong gave Yuan Lin a look and motioned for Yuan Lin to protect Hu Li'er.And he walked out of the cell, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating: "What is the lord saying, why don't I understand it at all, I just have insomnia, just go out for a walk and admire the moon."
Look, what a beautiful moonlight" Standing in a pool of blood, with a lot of blood splashes on his body, Wang Yong told the lie of admiring the moon in such a grand manner, and he was sincere.When St.
Michael heard this, he was simply angry.Wang Yong is clearly lying without changing his face when he is blind and the facts are in front of him, this guy's acting skills have reached a certain level, enough to go to the Oscars and get a little golden man back, "Wang Yong, I really wanted to make a good deal with you."
Now, it seems, there is no need.You've touched my bottom line, and it's too late to regret it. ”St.
Michael said through gritted teeth.Wang Yong looked like it was none of my business, and said aggrievedly: "Sir, people are admiring the moon, why do you treat others like this, is it illegal to admire the moon in your country?"
Sure enough, no matter how powerful his acting skills are, he can't compare to his natural thick skin, and a gentle and elegant aristocrat like himself is not as good as a small person like Wang Yong.St.
Michael thought to himself.If Wang Yong knew about his thoughts, Wang Yong would definitely scold him for being the real shameless."
Hand over the heart of the king of soldiers, or die here.Choose one or the other, you choose. ”St.
Michael's eyes flashed, and he said awe-inspiringly.Wang Yong finally stopped pretending to be stupid, he put away his smile and looked at St.
Michael quietly, as if he really made a choice.But then Wang Yong whistled lightly and said lightly: "If I don't choose" St.
Michael's face turned angry and said: "Then I will let you live but not die" "Ouch, I'm so scared."
If you can't survive, you can't die, Abraham didn't do it with more than a hundred killers, just rely on Your Excellency, "Wang Yong shook his head contemptuously and said.It is undeniable that St.
Michael has a very strong network of relationships and a strong soft power.But far water can't quench the thirst of the near, and even if St.
Michael can mobilize the British fighters, it will be too late in this case.Before the arrival of the fighters, St.
Michael must have died first.Wang Yong sighed and said, "Your Excellency, in fact, I personally have a good impression of you.Give me this little girl, let's treat it as if nothing happened, how about it" Wang Yong's words were extremely shameless, killing so many guards of St.
Michael, and also snatching St.
Michael's important prisoners.Asking St.
Michael to do nothing happened.St.
Michael really wanted to ask Wang Yong, if this kind of thing happened to Wang Yong, could Wang Yong be a nobody, "I may not be able to do it with the Lord alone, but what about me" St.
Michael didn't answer, but then he heard a rough voice coming, and then a foreign man with a height of 1.9 meters walked into Wang Yong's field of vision."
Morgan" Wang Yong's eyes shrank and said coldly.Morgan was indeed in the castle, and Wang Yong was worried that he would not be able to find Morgan's figure.Now it is nowhere to find it when it breaks through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.Hu Lier and Morgan, the two people Wang Yong wants to get, are all "That's right, it's me."
I've heard of your Longlin name for a long time, but it's a pity that I haven't fought again.Now that I have finally gotten my wish, I can die at the hands of my Morgan, and it will not be considered to bury your name as Longlin. ”Morgan rubbed his palm and said.His palms shimmered in the moonlight, but he wore a pair of gloves.I don't know what material the gloves are made of, but they are braided together with many fine barbs on the threads.With each rubbing of Morgan, the barb made a snorting sound, like scraping a blackboard.These gloves are called bony hands.It is imitated by a cruel punishment of cutting bones in ancient times.As soon as it is hooked by the barbs on the glove, it will tear off a large piece of flesh and skin.Repeat it a few times, and the opponent will be cut to reveal the white bones, which is extremely vicious."
Hehe, you said the opposite, the one who is really going to die today is you" Wang Yong said slowly, and after saying the last word, the muscles of his whole body were already bulging, and his qi and blood were running to the extreme, and he instantly catapulted out and pounced on Morgan.And Morgan did not back down, bypassing St.
Michael, with the soles of his feet on the ground, and fell into the dungeon with a clatter, fighting with Wang Yong in the air.Morgan's seemingly clumsy body turned out to be unusually soft, and when he was about to touch Wang Yong's fist, his body suddenly twisted.Dodged Wang Yong's attack in a strange posture, and then fell to the ground, raising his arms upwards as if holding something.The hands with bone-cutting gloves wiped over Wang Yong's waist and abdomen.If it is wiped this time, the skin and flesh on Wang Yong's waist will disappear in an instant, revealing white bones.Wang Yong hurriedly turned around to dodge, dodging Morgan's wipeed hands.But then Morgan turned his head and his hands slid over and landed on the ground.Supporting his body upside down, he came with powerful kicks from his legs.At the same time, Morgan's leather shoes made a popping sound, and a dagger popped out from each of the two toes and stabbed Wang Yong.The whole set of attack postures was weird, completely beyond Wang Yong's expectations.With a bang, Wang Yong had no choice but to grab the fence of the cell next to him and forcibly put his back in the air, which was able to avoid Morgan's kick.And before Wang Yong landed, Morgan's attack followed.It's still in a peculiar posture, not like a war, but like a dance.But the strange moves always reveal a vicious killing intent, and the tricks are fatal.This is a martial art that once spread in the Americas, called Capora.Capora, also known as the Brazilian War Dance, is a unique dance between art and martial arts, developed in the 16th century by African immigrants from Brazil.Although it has been around for hundreds of years, it was not until the 1930s that capoeira was officially allowed to be practiced among the people, and it is known as the national art of Brazil because it originated in Africa but incorporated many of the original techniques of the Brazilian people.The word Capora is actually derived from the Congolese language, which means flapping, jumping, struggling, and whipping, all of which are attacks and evasive actions made by two roosters when fighting, so Capora is a general term for all fighting methods derived from the technique of cockfighting.Morgan's performance at this time was full of an imposing fighting, holding a cockcomb high, chasing Wang Yong with a sharp beak.