Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

He narrowed his eyes and ran away frantically, while lightning strikes struck him one after another.

All of a sudden, all the clothes on Mi Miyan's body were blown to pieces, his body was scorched black, and the smell of meat floated in the air.

Narrowing his eyes, he felt like he was going crazy. He never thought that one day he would be pushed to the ground and rubbed casually by a warrior.

Finally, the lightning strike gradually weakened. The energy fed back by the sky thunder at the beginning had been almost consumed, and the energy of the lightning strike stimulated by Qin Fan's own spiritual power conversion was much weaker.

Narrowing his eyes with a look of despair, he carefully lay down on the ground. There was nothing he could do. His whole body was almost roasted into a roasted boar, and all his hair was burned off.

"Old dog."

After squinting his eyes for a few breaths, he heard a sound of gnashing teeth, and then he felt a pain in his leg, and a kitchen knife had been chopped on it.

"Let me go, I have a lot of money."

Looking at the murderous Qin Fan with squinted eyes, the fear in his heart gradually grew.

"Spare you? Where's the money?"

Qin Fan asked, and then raised the knife with one hand and slashed it on the other leg of Mi Miaoyan.

"This is the leg down there."

Qin Fan said, wiping the kitchen knife on his body and aiming between his legs.

The two legs with narrowed eyes subconsciously tightened, which affected the wound that Qin Fan had just cut. He couldn't help but groaned, gasped and begged: "The money is in the Lin family, I didn't take it with me, as long as you Let me go and I guarantee that all the money will be yours."

He said with squinted eyes, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

Qin Fan snorted coldly, are you lying?

"Ok, I will wait for you....."

As Qin Fan said this, the kitchen knife suddenly disappeared. Squinting his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Qin Fan clenched his fist and punched him on the nose, causing sour and salty water to flow out.

"I....."

As soon as he said a word, his face turned into a sandbag and fists rained down.

"Your mother...ah...boss, save me."

Narrowing his eyes and shouting, a spiritual light suddenly flashed on his right hand. After delaying for so long, all his spiritual power came out at this moment.

brush

He saw a flash of sword light, and when he squinted his eyes, he felt that the powerful force just now suddenly disappeared. He wanted to raise his fist, only to suddenly find that there was only a neat cut left on his arm, and blood spurted out.

His hand was actually cut off by Qin Fan.

"I am going to kill you."

Narrowing his eyes, he made a fierce move with his left hand, and the Soul-Calling Flag appeared in his hand. He waved it vigorously, and the surrounding scene changed again. Several looms were lying there quietly, and there was nothing on the looms.

The barrier has disappeared.

Outside the workshop, the sound of fighting was still fierce.

There was no one in the workshop, and the appearance of the barrier unexpectedly blocked the progress of the symptomatic person.

"Boss, save me...ah..."

He narrowed his eyes and shouted, feeling a chill on his neck. That cry became his last words.

His head rolled to the side, and all consciousness within it instantly dissipated.

Qin Fan gasped for air and crawled towards Xu Hui.

Xu Hui closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, and her chest, which was only wearing underwear, had almost no rise and fall.

Qin Fan found a few broken steps to cover Xu Hui's body, and couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw the countless wounds on her body.

"Sister Xu, please go away."

Thousands of words were reduced to these simple words.

"Xiaofan."

Xu Hui's lips suddenly moved and she faintly uttered two syllables.

"Sister Xu, are you alive? Hold on, I'll take you to a doctor right away."

"It's useless, listen to me, Xiaofan."

Xu Hui held Qin Fan's hand slightly, her voice sounding like a mosquito.

"This is where I belong and I have no regrets."

"It's a pity that I'm too weak."

As Xu Hui spoke, blood came out of her mouth and nose again. She took a few quick breaths and then said:

"Sister, I ask you one last thing, protect yourself."

"If possible, try to save as many people with symptoms as possible."

"They... are pathetic."

"elder sister...."

When Xu Hui said this, she leaned forward suddenly and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. The blood stained Qin Fan's front, making it warm.

Her blood was still cold.

Then his head drooped heavily, and he no longer had any chance of breathing.

Qin Fan just sat there blankly, without thoughts or emotions.

Xu Hui was not his relative, but for some reason, his heart hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

An unspeakable emotion accumulated in his chest, making him unable to breathe.

ah......

A howl containing various complex emotions of anger, helplessness, and despair came from the workshop.

That howl momentarily silenced everyone outside the workshop, even those who were unconscious and symptomatic could not help but pause.

Then in everyone's shocked eyes, a young man with blood on his chest slowly appeared at the workshop window, climbed awkwardly onto the window sill, and stared coldly at everything outside the window.

Little Qin Fan, who was in his consciousness at this moment, seemed to feel the change in Qin Fan's mood, and his expression was no longer so calm.

"come yet?"

"That's fine, that's fine."

After saying that, his figure gradually dissipated and turned into dots of golden light, completely integrating into Qin Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Qin Fan only felt that the entire sea of ​​consciousness was shaken, and the previously obscure places became extremely smooth. It seemed that with a thought, his various attributes could be switched without any obstacles.

His mood at this moment perfectly matched the lifelong pity and aloof mood in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Boy, you are a disaster, then let me tear you apart."

Rou Fang smiled ferociously, clenched his fist, and made a rattling sound.

He casually broke the neck of a symptomatic patient and inhaled the black air into his belly.

Qin Fan stood on the window sill and looked at the meat fist coldly.

With his palm upward, he moved towards the meat fist.

Rou Quan snorted coldly and hit Qin Fan with a fist that looked like a steamed bun.

Bang

Qin Fan did not dodge, and all his Vajra body was used on his fist, and he struck out with a roar.

The fists collided, and Rou Fang's plump body flew straight back two or three meters before falling heavily to the ground.