Old-time musicians

Less than half a breath after Fanning's exclamation, a pale blue shadow had already formed on the mirror. Google Search Reading

The shadow that was not very clear emerged as if it had emerged from the water, and directly stabbed Fanning with a long-handled dagger!

Fortunately, Fanning had jumped up in shock during the formation. He raised the fabric chair he was sitting on and greeted the dagger that was stabbing at him!

"Ah!!" Xilan, who had just fallen asleep, screamed in horror.

"Crack——"

[I hope readers will remember our domain name Taiwan Novel Network→𝓉𝓌𝓀𝒶𝓃.𝒸ℴ𝓂]

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The dagger of the figure in the mirror pierced the seat and extended forward a few centimeters, flashing a cold light in front of Fanning's nose.

The huge impact force caused the seat to slip out of his hand from above his head.

He stumbled and stumbled back a few steps.

Another "crack".

The blue figure quickly pulled out the dagger stuck in the wood.

He pulled his wrist back slightly to accumulate power, and then threw it fiercely at Fan Ning, who was three or four meters away.

The dagger drew a sharp stream of light in the air.

At such a short distance, there was no time to dodge.

But before the figure accumulated power, Fan Ning's spirit had a strong premonition of danger, as if he had predicted the flight trajectory, and he twisted his waist and shoulders desperately to one side-

The whole person lost his center of gravity and fell backwards, shouting at the same time: "Xilan, break both mirrors, quickly!"

He had no time to think deeply about how this change worked, but this instruction was the shortest time he could think of.

The dagger flew past his neck and pierced into a plush doll hanging on the wall!

He reached out and touched the position of the carotid artery. There was a scar that was neither deep nor shallow. The capillaries had not yet begun to flow, and the skin was slightly stinging.

Fan Ning's heart was pounding!

This is not a matter of a few centimeters off!

If it was only one or two millimeters deeper, he would have to hold his bleeding neck and wait for death!

Fortunately, the little girl on the other side, although panicked, immediately followed the command after hearing Fanning's voice.

And she chose the most efficient method -

She quickly climbed to the edge of the bed on one side of the dressing table, picked up the small silver-framed mirror next to the candlelight, and then looked at the large floor-length mirror on the other side -

and threw it directly over!

There was a series of cracking sounds, and both mirrors shattered.

At the same time, there was also a dull "click" metal sound.

The halo of the blue figure became lighter, and the overall look was a little clearer. A revolver appeared in his hand.

Fanning heard the sound of the revolver pressing down the hammer or the magazine rotating.

The hand holding the gun had been raised, and it was pointed at Xilan.

"Asshole!" Seeing this scene, Fanning's mind was full of shock, anger and panic.

From the time of the incident to now, it has been less than four or five seconds. The figure did not show any room for communication with the two of them. Three consecutive killing moves were all aimed at death!

Fanning jumped up from the ground and pounced on the girl standing on the bed without any hesitation. He turned his posture slightly in the air and blocked himself in front.

"Bang! Bang!" The blue figure seemed to aim slightly downward at Xilan, and he pulled the trigger twice.

Fanning felt that the two bullets should have been shot at about ten centimeters above his coccyx, at the moment when he pounced on Xilan but had not yet landed.

But strangely, he did not feel the pain of being shot.

Although Fanning did not have this experience, it should be painful.

This pajamas can't be bulletproof, right?

The white gelatinous light curtain on his etheric body seemed to tremble twice.

"Is it the temporary resonance after just coming out of the migration? Aftermath? Echo or something?" He himself was not very sure.

The two fell heavily on the bed, Fanning on top and Xilan on the bottom, almost face to face.

The girl in front of him flattened her mouth, frowned, and her cheeks were tight, and tears were rolling in her eyes as she stared at Fanning.

Her expression was a mixture of fear and grievance, as well as confusion, worry, anger and other emotions.

But Fanning had no time to say anything. In an instant, he got up and turned around, and completely blocked Xilan behind him.

At this time, the blue halo had almost disappeared, and Fanning finally saw that this was a normal human being, with a body similar to his own, wearing a gray suit and a white mask.

Seeing that he had clearly aimed at the person in front of him with two shots, but the person in front of him was not hit, the gray-clothed man with a gun finally froze for a short time.

But he obviously would not give Fanning time to breathe, and immediately pulled the trigger of the revolver at Fanning again.

And this time he aimed at Fanning's head!

"Bang! - Bang! - Bang! -"

Three consecutive times, without a trace of drag!

When the bullet was about two or three centimeters away from Fanning's skin, it seemed to encounter great resistance, and its speed dropped sharply, and finally hit Fanning's eyebrows, cheeks and nose - it felt particularly painful.

Especially under the nose, Fanning felt warm liquid flowing out of his nostrils.

The light curtain of the etheric body shook violently.

When the third bullet hit Fanning's nose and fell, countless light golden spots burst from his body.

This layer of light curtain finally shattered!

"Someone who knows? How could there be someone who knows about this commission?" The gray-clothed man's face, which had originally been emotionless, finally changed.

In the revolver, all five bullets had been fired except for the bullet position to prevent misfire.

He did not dare to neglect his movements, skillfully flicking out the revolving magazine, taking out the bullets from the magazine bag on his side and starting to load, while stepping back slightly.

"Click, click..."

Fan Ning naturally didn't give him time to reload. He picked up the stool next to him and rushed over to greet him.

The man in gray was very skilled in loading the bullet, and because of the distance he had opened, he immediately pressed the magazine into the brass frame.

Just when he was about to take aim at Fan Ning again——

An invisible thread of Fanning's inspiration traces a burning candle, then another demarcates the entire casing and grip of the revolver.

He imagined connecting to each other and gently pulling the two towards each other——

The candle goes out.

The man in gray suddenly felt that the gun in his hand was as hot as a soldering iron, and the wooden handle turned black.

Without any psychological defense, the pistol fell directly to the ground - in fact, even if he wanted to hold it, he couldn't hold it, let alone aim it.

But he still instinctively wanted to grab the pistol on the ground.

What greeted him was the stool in Fan Ning's hand.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the stool hit the man's head firmly, shaking Fan Ning's jaw almost to the point of splitting.

Although Fan Ning's physical fitness is not that strong, but with the strength of an adult man in his early twenties, under the crazy secretion of adrenaline, the man in gray was hit directly by the man in gray, and his temples suddenly shot up. Jump.

Fan Ning threw away the bench, bent down and stretched out his hand.

When he was almost close to the ground, the man in gray kicked the pistol away despite the severe pain.

He didn't have time to pick it up, so he could only pick it up again.

Unexpectedly, the man in gray didn't want to get entangled with him like this, so he took a few steps back quickly.

Xilan thought Fan Ning had been shot long ago, and did not dwell on the shattered and exploded light. A trace of ruthlessness and hatred flashed in the little girl's eyes, and she jumped out of bed and walked quickly towards the pistol.

The man in gray waved, and the dagger that had been buried in the stuffed toy on the wall spun and flew back into his hand.

"Sheeran, be careful!" Fan Ning exclaimed.

His inspiration once again found the scorching revolver on the ground and the dagger in the hand of the man in gray.

Delimit, connect, pull——

The dagger suddenly became hot.

But maybe it was because the temperature of the exchanged pistols had dropped a lot, or the man in gray was acting cruel this time - he endured the severe pain in his palm, his arm trembled, and he raised the dagger.

Sudden--

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

The water vapor condensed from the breath on the face of the man in gray, together with the mask, formed a dense layer of ice!

At the same time, above the ceiling of the bedroom, the ice outside the roof melted and opened a small hole, revealing blue-grey bricks.

Fan Ning used temperature exchange again!

The man in gray's sight was blocked, and the path of the thrown dagger was deviated quite a bit, and he passed by Xilan without any danger!

Then he turned back to Fan Ning in a roundabout way! But the path is more eccentric.

There was another muffled "bang" sound, and this time Fan Ning used the strength to suck the milk.

The stool hit the guy's head so much that sawdust flew out.

The man in gray clothes finally gave in, staggered a few times and finally fell to the corner.

"Caron, where were you hit by the gun?" The little girl almost cried when she heard this voice.

Fan Ning's arms were extremely sore and swollen, and he was out of breath: "I didn't get shot, please stop crying."

Moreover, I feel that my mind is scattered and empty, my temples are pounding, and there is not much inspiration left.

I don't know if this ability itself consumes a lot of energy, or if the temperature difference I exchange is too large, or if the distance is too far.

At his signal, Sheeran obediently handed over the revolver she picked up.

Then Fan Ning pointed his gun at the man in gray at the wall.

He endured the murderous intention in his heart and said in a very cold voice: "Your origin? Purpose?"