Godly Thief Incarnation

Although, my heart was amazed, but the basket Zi Xuan did not show too much, he * Shi Yili, respectfully said: "Thank you Mr. Zhou shot to save."

Zhou Jian looked at Lan Zixuan, and he felt a little bit sighed. Blue Zi Xuan is still the same as in the past.

I think that at the beginning, Lan Zixuan took Zhou Jianjin to the Oriental Martial Arts Hall. The time was half a year, and there were many things happening during the period. Zhou Jian and Lan Zi Xuan basically had no contact.

The Lan family once helped Zhou Jian a lot. Therefore, when he was running, he saw that Lan Zixuan was in danger and he would not hesitate to shoot.

"What about your brother?" Zhou Jian asked.

"I am looking for him." Blue Zi Xuan spoke to win the rain, she naturally knows the most dazzling woman in this Oriental martial art.

Now the hand of the demon is chasing her, and the three of them are also running away. It is already very sensible to save themselves. She naturally will not ask Zhou Jian to help find her younger brother, Lan Xiaojian.

"Oh..." Zhou Jian shook his head.

The hand of the demon shielded the cell phone signal, and cut off the communication cable. The ordinary communication tools have lost their effect. Only the watch type mobile phone inside their organization can be used, so Blue Zixuan naturally cannot contact Lan Xiaojian.

Zhou Jiandao: "You are hurt, I will help you deal with it.

Lan Zixuan hesitated a bit, nodded, turned his body, and turned his back to Zhou Jian. Because of the explosion of the grenade, her back was bloody, and a piece of palm-sized piece of wood was inserted on her back. Half of it, the whole piece of wood is dyed dark red by the blood. Even if the blue purple body is good, you can't ignore this kind of injury.

According to experience, these wounds must be left behind, but Lan Zixuan doesn't care too much. She just wants to find her brother. The fourteen people who have read the hands of the gods do not have the name of Lan Xiaojian. This makes the blue Zi Xuan’s heart is uneasy, she does not know that the younger brother is not enough to be included in the standard of the demon hand prey, or has been caught.

Zhou Jian saw the back of Lan Zixuan, and couldn't help but scream. He moped to the blue piece of blue purple Xuan's back and pulled it out, and Lan Zixuan just shook his body slightly. Humming.

Zhou Jian took out the bandage bandage from the inventory, and then slightly tore the blue purple Xuan's clothes, quickly and skillfully wrapped the bandage.

Simply dressing, and then withdraw a bottle of gold sore medicine, and then Zhou Jiandao: "Yes."

At that time, Lan Zixuan only felt that there was a warm and flowing force in the bandage that poured into the body. It was quite comfortable. The pain before it seemed to dissipate a lot. Instead, it was a feeling of itching, and the wound was itchy. Representing the muscle tissue in the process of healing, at that moment, Lan Zixuan can even feel the peristalsis of his shoulder muscle tissue, as if growing wildly.

Lan Zixuan looked incredulously at Zhou Jian, such a heavy injury, the organization was completely destroyed, according to the experience of Lan Zixuan, this should at least be a skilled traumatologist, using twenty minutes to an hour, Carefully clean and cut off the broken tissue, and then sew a dozen needles after disinfection, wrap a bandage, rest yuáng for more than ten days to slowly heal, even if the meridian nerves are not damaged, but it is inevitable to stay A shocking scar.

But now, just a short ten seconds, plus such a rough bandage, has this effect, which is incredible.

Undoubtedly, this seemingly ordinary bandage and gold sore medicine is not a special product, I am afraid it is extremely precious.

She looked at Zhou Jian and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. At this time, Zhou Jian had already picked up the sound of people, obviously apparently ready to leave.

"It’s better." Zhou Jian asked.

Zi Xuan nodded.

"Then take care." After Zhou Jian finished this sentence, he turned and liked it. Soon, his figure disappeared again in the night...

However, Lan Zixuan looked at the direction in which Zhou Jian disappeared, and the rare flash in his eyes flashed a trace of sorrow and mi惘.

After a moment she sighed and resolutely turned and quickly left. Behind her, the training hall resolutely burned with a raging bang...

The ghost dance steps to the extreme, Zhou Jian rabbit ups and downs, Mercedes-Benz in a war-torn Oriental martial arts campus, this time, from his body.

The closer to the periphery, the more combat members of the Devil's Hand. Zhou Jian refers to the lancet between the fingers, and hits the road, and solves it directly!

The evolutionary hands of the devil's hand are blocking the old monsters of the Oriental Martial Arts in the back mountain, and some a2, a3 level masters compete with the teachers of the Oriental Martial Arts Hall in the classroom apartment area and the a district student dormitory. The combat members responsible for the search work on the campus are basically less than the heavenly steps, and such powerful people have no resistance to the flying swords of the last week. Fortunately, they are also blessed by the blessings of the wind!

In this way, Zhou Jian all the way to the side wall of the Oriental Wushu, and then escaped over the wall, and just as he turned over the wall, Louis Wang, who had been sitting in the broadcasting room, turned his head and looked at the direction of Zhou Jian’s downhill. Although there is a heavy barrier between the two, Louis Wang’s gaze seems to have passed through all obstacles in a flash, capturing Zhou Jian’s figure.

"What?" asked the black man.

Louis Wang mo took mo's own cheek, and his mouth tilted slightly: "It seems that something interesting happened."

"Oh?"

"Someone has just broken through the spiritual walls that I have placed around the martial arts hall."

"This is normal. There are so many students in the school. Someone broke through the blockade of our soldiers. It is not strange to rush outside." King Louis shook his head and said, "No, I foresee that this is a very interesting thing. I have to look over."

"Do you go in person?" The black man stunned: "Who is here to command."

Louis King said: "Nature is you, group c has been robbed of the plane, you command the combat members below the a1 level and hostages on the plane, then take off from the highway, fly directly to Alaska, if you encounter other emergencies, follow me Contact." "But" black men still can't agree with Louis Wang's practice. The battle situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. Once the evolutionary people who fight with the hidden masters of the Oriental Martial Arts have an accident, then no Louis King, no one. The town can live the scene.

Louis King: "Gonzalez, are you not suspicious of my decision?"

"This...do not dare."

"Then, it was handed over to you here." Louis Wang said to open the window, and then his body flew up in the air and disappeared into the night...

The moon is high, and the stars are shining. On the Wuji Mountain, which is a rocky stone, Zhou Jian is carrying a gentle move of the people. Because there is no avenue to go up the mountain, so one by one is a seven or eight-meter-high boulder cliff. Zhou Jian leaped in the air, stepping on the treetops, and flying without a point.

The sound of people's wisdom only felt the sound of the wind whistling, the rows of scenes sè retro, the mountain wind is very cold, she tried to shrink the body, and more closely on Zhou Jian's back.

At this moment, the feeling and scenery may be very romantic, but at this time, the human voice is a mi惘 sè. In this period of time, she thought a lot. She stared at Zhou Jian's back, her eyes lingering in a trace of mi love, and a bit of indescribable bitterness.

The mountain wind is strong, Zhou Jian’s hair is blown and fluttering, and the human voice gently covers the hair of Zhou Jian’s neck and flutters around her mouth. It seems to be trying hard to remember his taste. He was still struggling to run, Wujishan had already ran halfway through him, and at this moment, his body suddenly jerked, at that moment, he felt I was locked in by a strong murder!

Such a strong killing, instantly penetrated the body, pointing to the heart, Zhou Jian only feels like being placed on the battlefield of the thousands of troops rushing, facing the slashing knife to solve the gun forest!

He didn't even doubt that if the murderous master shot him, then he would be afraid that a few strokes would kill!

He looked back, but he saw a blurred figure flying over his side, and then suddenly stopped on Zhou Jian's path.

Zhou Jian’s heart screamed and suddenly stopped his body. He suddenly paused in such a fast running. Zhou Jian didn’t feel too uncomfortable, but Wen Hui’s voice was swayed by a burst of blood and his face was flushed.

In front of him, he stood a white man who looked like 30s and 40s. He was very handsome, but his face pulled down a thin scar from his forehead to his nose. It seems to be a small snake, destroying his original perfect face.

When I saw Zhou Jian, the man smiled and said, "Hello, young man."

Zhou Jian’s heart sinks into the bottom of the valley. The man in front of him is terrible. If he is not guessing wrong, he is a giant in the organization of the demon hand, at least a dual-core evolutionist, and maybe even a triple-core!

Such an opponent is definitely not what he can do now!

The man smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, let me introduce myself first, screaming Louis Wang, the sixth speaker of the devil's hand, I am very glad to meet you."

Sixth Speaker!

When Zhou Jian heard these words, he only felt like a hail. If he didn't guess wrong, the sixth speaker would mean the sixth strongest of the devil's hand. The situation is really terrible! Even if he is alone, it is difficult to escape from the man in front of him!

After listening to Zhou’s fitness, Wen Hui’s voice also felt Zhou Jian’s fear. She could even see Zhou Jian’s neck oozing a dense sweat. Obviously, the opponent in front of him was so strong that he could not resist. Degree.

She bit her mouth and chun, whispered: "A Jian, let me go, two people can't go away..............."! .