Nightmare’s Call

There was no time to transfer, and Elba, a giant hand more than five meters wide, fell suddenly.

Huh! !! !!

The concrete floor under her feet was smashed and collapsed more than half a meter. Both legs were deeply buried.

Kadula turned blushing and looked at Elba, who was struggling to carry the giant hand.

"Big sister's performance is great ... just now, I really thought I was dead ..."

"You ... Did you abandon your body !?" Elba was blue and his cigarette was bitten and dropped.

She held up the huge palm above her head with both hands, letting her fall.

"Personal? Maybe." Cadulla walked towards Elba with a smile. "The result has been divided, big sister, do you still have to resist?"

"Rebel?" Elba looked calm. "I wonder if you have any misunderstandings about me."

"Well?" Cardu stepped. Instinct felt the slightest danger spreading.

Suddenly he felt unable to move his feet.

Looking down, the feet started from the soles of the feet, slowly ossifying upwards, and at this time had spread to the ankles.

The white bone was coated with a layer of white paint, and climbed up quickly.

Elba exhaled.

"Do you like it? This posture?" She let go of her hand, and the huge white hand above her head was still floating and stopped quietly above her.

Wow! !!

With a crisp sound, the white hand shattered and turned into countless bone fragments scattered like raindrops.

The dense bone pieces were like some kind of glass pieces, and they fell to the ground, making music clear and sweet.

Elba slowly grew behind two pairs of black wings, the black on the wings was like late at night, no mottled.

"You can drive me to this level, you should be proud." She managed her long blue hair, bent over, picked up the cap that had just been blown off and put it on again.

"If you don't start with the Marvel Star family, I can spare you once. It's a pity."

She stared at the boy in front of him, whose face was so delicate that he couldn't distinguish between men and women, just like a fine piece of art, and it was a pity that it was so broken.

"Am I beautiful?" Kadul lowered his head, looking at the bone covering his chest, and asked softly.

"It's beautiful."

Elba touched his face. "But I think I'm still pretty."

After a moment, she sighed.

"Sure enough, I still can't say it ...... I must have a conscience ... I don't have a thick skin ..."

"Farewell. Those who give up their demons will not be able to emerge as a result."

She turned and walked towards the car not far away.

"Goodbye, able to step out of your strong side, Tekken will, I will remember."

She finally waved.

There was a crunch of bones spreading behind him.

"I'm so beautiful, why don't you let me? Why kill me?"

Suddenly a sound continued.

"Shouldn't beauty be almighty? I'm obviously already beautiful? Obviously already perfect?"

"Why, why is this? Why wouldn't you die obediently? It seems I'm not beautiful enough? Yes ... it's my problem, it must be that I'm not beautiful enough !!!"

The sound of urgency gradually began to sound.

Al Barton suddenly felt a bit wrong. According to the rate of ossification, the other party should completely solidify and become a bone carving three seconds ago.

Why are you still talking! ?

She walked for a while, and suddenly noticed that the shadow on the ground was a bit wrong.

"No way....."

She slowly, her neck slowly turned slightly.

Behind her, Kadula has disappeared, replaced by an elderly man in a huge yellow robe with a height of six meters.

The countless white arms grew on both sides of the old man's body, like crickets.

And these arms are growing rapidly, getting longer and bigger. The skin tone on the arm also started to turn black and yellow, and it seemed to be harder.

The old man looked dumb, and there was a huge sarcoma on his chest. The surface of the sarcoma is exactly the face of Kadu La, who is just still gorgeous.

"Now ... I'm even more beautiful ..." Kaldura's countless arms spread out, and he made a lot of monster sounds.

"I .... by .... !!!"

Elba stared blankly at the old man, not even covering himself with the shadow of the other party.

...........

...........

On the deserted streets, silver and black motorcycles galloped and passed by.

More than a dozen motorcycles formed a convoy, and the engine behind the car made a loud deafening noise. The exhaust gas gathered and diffused into white mist all the way.

The foremost motorcycle rider is wrapped in a sturdy racing suit, and his helmet and goggles are constantly passing across the streetscape reflections on both sides.

"The target is out." The earplugs worn inside the helmet made a sound.

"Yes." The motorcyclist turned, and turned sharply toward the right side of the intersection in front.

"The fluctuation of the fel energy has been maximized, and the black feather has been activated. The route has been re-planned to bypass the patrol convoy."

"You can start."

"You can start."

"understand."

"understand!"

Responses came from the motorcycle helmets one by one.

Huh! !!

The leading motorcycle slammed into a sharp turn, and the tire left a black mark on the ground.

He decisively rolled out of the car and took off his helmet, revealing a beautiful face full of vitality. It is a beautifully-looking brunette!

"action!"

With a wave of her hand, she rushed into the gate of Tekken first.

The thick wooden door just repaired was pushed lightly by her palm and fell inwardly.

The dust was flying. In the lobby behind the door, several Tekken disciples who were waiting for a while stayed a little, and then reacted.

"Who !?" Just as a strong man stood up, his chest was pierced with a bleeding flower, and something sharp seemed to pass straight through his chest.

The brawny man looked up and fell down, without a sound.

The others were frightened, and before they had time to do so, they were thrown by spiked darts across the chest by the motorcycle rider who entered the door.

The dark-haired woman frosted, walked quickly through the lobby, and entered the corridor from the side.

"Where is it?" She stepped, looking at another motorcycle rider who was catching up.

"The third room on the right."

The woman strode over and hit hard.

Huh!

The door of the quiet room was knocked open.

Inside was Saru who was upset, and Lin Sheng sitting cross-legged.

"Who !?" White light flashed in Saru's eyes, and the divine power moved quickly.

"Lin Sheng, the master of Tekken Club?" The dark-haired woman walked into the quiet room, looking at Lin Sheng for the first time.

"Who are you?" Most of Lin Sheng's mind was on Kadula's side. At this moment, his body was suddenly attacked, his heart sank, and he immediately rose.

Brunette woman sneered.

"You don't need to care about who we are and hand in the grey seal practice information. You and him don't have to die."

"Ferroteau, and what nonsense, just grab the soul sucker!" The second motorcyclist came into the door and murmured. Amazingly a man's voice.

"......." Lin Sheng didn't move, feeling that his skin was like acupuncture, and the body's instinctual feedback was a sense of intense threat.

"It takes time to **** souls. If they get to know each other, they can save a lot of time," the black woman whispered.

"Girls are procrastinating!"

"You say one more thing, I can't let you go out of this door!" Ferroduo, the brunette woman, turned her head coldly.

The two were no longer insiders, and their eyes fell on Lin Sheng at the same time.

Lin Sheng was silent.

"Do you know what you are doing?" He murmured.

"Your masters are always fighting with pale snakes, but now I have no time to run to save you." The black-haired woman took a step forward. "Or do you still want to struggle?"

"Struggling?" Lin Sheng closed his eyes. Opening slowly again, the pupils were already pale golden.

"It's up to you !?" He stepped forward abruptly, pressing his right foot **** the ground and making a muffled noise.

Hum! !!

The floor of the entire quiet room exploded like a wave, shaking in a gray circle.

Aegis Sanlian used it almost without thinking.

Lin Sheng's figure swelled and grew rapidly, purple frowns appeared on his brows, and a white line slammed into the dark-haired woman in his right fist.