Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"It's such a fast action, can't even the camera capture you? You really have a problem."

The decapitated photographer turned into fragmented photos and poured wine in the air.

On the other side, two perfect arms emerged from the void, as if opening a door curtain, opening the image in the open air, and the unharmed photographer walked out of it.

He looked at Lin Hun who appeared on the other side, with a trace of greed on his face.

Being extremely sensitive to his body, he noticed something wrong with Lin Hun's organs.

It is different from any collection in his collection.

Every organ exposed in the human body in front of us is exceptionally perfect and powerful.

Make him so excited.

If his organs can be collected in the collection, his strength will be even stronger.

Even, with his organs, the perfect body he has been building will be completed, allowing him to get into the next stage of the "puzzle".

"The body can be transformed into a photo for evasion. The camera's shooting can freeze the soul and make me lose the ability to move. In addition, he should also have a domain that belongs to him and those harvested by him for special "refining." His work, the opponents of the Black Calamity Grade are really troublesome.

Lin Hun, who moved to the top of another building using the flash, looked at the photographer not far away with a very serious expression.

Different from the demon clown.

The photographer's strength is better than that of the 730 square, I don't know how much.

Just relying on his own ghost puzzle power, he saw several death reminders in the future vision.

If the other party expands the domain.

He was afraid that there would be no way to survive.

"It turns out that there is such a big gap between the black disaster and the black disaster?"

"Try it again and consider running away."

With the increase in strength, Lin Hun now has fifteen flashes per day.

I just used it twice and there are still thirteen times left.

To teleport from here to your lair, five flashes are enough.

Now he has eight flashes to test the photographer's ability.

Holding the rainy night butcher knife tightly, a bloody mist wafted from Lin Hun's body, and the dark shadows began to spread under his feet.

"Do you want to resist? Haha! Young people are really energetic, but you don't seem to understand that the black disaster is not something that can be challenged by leapfrogging."

Grinning open his mouth and revealing a wanton smile, the space around the photographer suddenly began to twist and transform.

An area like a studio friend is spreading in all directions like lightning.

.... *!

Originally, I wanted to test what the chcf cameraman had, Lin Hun, and when he saw the other party's disagreement, he would release the ghost town.

Without even thinking about it, I had to launch a flash to pull the distance away.

But at this moment, a familiar voice full of magnetism suddenly rang in his ears.

"Really, I was almost late~"

A fist wrapped in a bandage suddenly protruded from the void on his side and blasted into the air in front of him.

A boxing shadow that filled the entire space appeared, directly hitting the ghost town where the photographer was still spreading.

boom!

The sky is shaking.

The photographer's ghost domain was blasted back abruptly by this shadow.

"asshole!"

The expression of the photographer who had been full of calmness finally changed.

He looked at the beautiful shadow that appeared beside Lin Hun, his face was full of purification treatments.

"Gladiator, don't be nosy, he! He is my prey!

"Your prey? Haha! It's ridiculous!"

Leaning against Lin Hun, sucking drunkly, Lin Hun's body was full of life like a dream. Hearing this, his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Do you know that he is an old mother's man, and you dare to move an old mother's man? You are looking for death!"

The high blue veins bulged on the forehead, and the white teeth creaked.

The terrifying anger formed a black and purple arrogance, which ignited all around the body.

The magnificent and mysterious patterns appear on the skin, with a mysterious beauty.

He opened his mouth and exhaled the black mist, and tilted his head like a dream, and smiled at Lin Hun.

"Wait a minute, my king, I will get rid of this guy soon."

Silently watched the dream rushing towards the photographer like a cannonball.

Lin Hun's mood is very complicated.

"Is this soft and hard to eat?"

"This feeling "

"Don't say it, it's pretty cool!"

Lin Hun is not an extreme male chauvinist. He has the kind of fragile self-esteem that can be hurt by a woman's help.

Standing in place, he watched with gusto as he smashed the photographer's ghost realm with a punch, and began to beat the photographer like a dream.

My heart is full of joy.

It feels good to have a strong woman standing behind.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A heavy impact sounded.

The photographer once again sacrificed his collection and began to resist the dreamlike attack.

It's just that he was more embarrassed at this time than when he was in the City of Eternal Silence.

Because he found out that he hadn't seen him in a few days.

The strength of this mad woman in the arena has improved by a short while compared with the previous few days.

Don't underestimate this section.

For them these black disaster-level existence.

Even if you want to improve your own strength a little bit.

It also requires special "exercise" in years.

But the opponent in front of him was originally evenly matched.

Suddenly improved so much.

Directly broke the balance of power.

puff!

A slender human leg was hit by a fist that dreamed of burning with purple and black arrogance.

Finally unable to withstand the terrifying force confrontation, it burst on the spot and exploded into a cloud of blood.

With the fragmentation of this leg.

The photographer's breath suddenly dropped a section.

"broken!"

With a heartbeat, the photographer just wanted to react, but it was too late.

A fist entangled in a blood-stained bandage has shattered his supernatural power field and directly hit his face.

boom!

The purple-black arrogance formed a cone-shaped shock wave, which spewed from the other end of the photographer's head, leaving a striking purple-black trace in the air.

Hiss!

This punch made a large hole directly in the photographer's head.

The fleshless jaw and half of the skull were exposed.

But the photographer who suffered this kind of injury did not die.

Instead, a powerful resentment burst out suddenly, pushing Rumeng away abruptly.

By his side, there are five organs, because of this impact, they burst into scattered blood.

"You won this battle."

The photographer whose face turned into a skeleton in the lower half gave a resentful look, and then slowly turned his gaze on Lin Hun's body.

"But you won't win forever. The treacherous and human races are two absolutely opposite races. Sooner or later, he will be targeted by a more powerful existence."

As he talked, he stepped back, and the photographer's figure gradually became illusory.

"You can protect him for a while, but you can't protect him for the rest of your life."

"I look forward to seeing your desperate look

"Gladiator

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