Step Back! Master is Here!

"Merit me!"

A hot-tempered person scolded and drew his gun.

Although everyone is now a civilized person, the superiors rarely do it themselves. There was a group of people scrambling to serve them.

However, this does not mean that they are people who have no power to bind chickens. They also killed a little bit of blood and killed a **** person. When it's time to shoot, it's more crisp than anyone else.

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire echoed in the room, and Tang Luo put his **** in the position of his brows.

There is a bullet between your fingers.

"Good marksmanship." As a compliment, Tang Luo casually dropped the bullet aside. "In order to facilitate the next communication, I suggest you fire a few more shots so that you can fully realize the gap between each other."

"Do you think I dare not?" The person in charge shot that growled, and no one dared to make such a request!

Everyone present heard it, and Wayne Kate made the request himself.

Can't blame him.

The person in charge dug under the table and pulled out a shotgun and aimed at Tang Luo.

God knows why this person would bring a shotgun with him, even a pistol, with a shotgun, is it a martial art?

The other person in charge also had a sore face and a surprise expression.

The egg hurts because the first person from Texas came and no one knew he brought in a shotgun.

Needless to say, you can catch a pistol bullet. Can you try to catch a shotgun bullet?

"pick up!"

Texas growled, pulled the bolt, and aimed at Don Low.

Texas boys are never slaves!

"You ... Amitabha." Tang Luo's right hand turned into a shadow before him, fisted, and stopped.

The palms were released, and the bullets clanged on the table.

"Are there any donors?" Tang Luo looked at the Texas man and asked, the boy was quite playful.

"Ha." Dixie yanked open his suit, and a row of grenades hung inside. "Come! I'll do my best!"

Surprise for three!

Tang Luo picked up a bullet and flicked it.

The bullet whistled past and penetrated the man's head.

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"Amitabha seems to be gone," Tang Luo said with a smile, "I wonder if you would like to listen to a poor monk?"

When a person dies, there is no follow-up.

The room was quiet.

"When are you going out?" After a while, the glasses man asked.

"After reconciliation, isn't it normal to retreat or convert to Buddhism?" Tang Luo said.

"Well, what do you want us to do?" The man asked.

Tang Luo nodded, opened the chair and sat down: "Sit down, don't be restrained, everyone will be mentalized, don't worry."

"Spiritual?" It doesn't feel like a good word.

Just think about it, Franklin, who wiped his neck with a knife, was mentalized, and it was probably like this.

But if you are not mentalized, you may end up like the Texas man who is never a slave.

One is to die immediately, the other is to die later?

"The poor monk has a dream to punish evil and do good." Tang Luo said earnestly.

"..."

Everyone was silent, and this was impossible to answer.

There is no doubt that everyone is quite self-aware. They undoubtedly belong to the category of "evil".

"I don't know, Mr. Kate, how are you going to punish evil and do good?" Asked the man in glasses.

"Of course, everyone in the shadow world." Tang Luo said, "the so-called degree, there are two kinds of spirituality and physical degree. I have just demonstrated it for you, presumably everyone has a little bit in their hearts.

When talking about spiritualization, Tang Luo pointed to Franklin, and physicalization meant Texas.

Let everyone know more.

The remaining eleven persons in charge had ugly faces.

"So, to surrender to you, or die?" The man with glasses stood up, put his hand on the table and asked.

"No, no, the donor has no interest in 'ruling' you, don't get me wrong. Poor monks really just want to punish evil and do good." Tang Luo said.

"Punish evil and do good, do you know how turbulent this chaos will be?" The glasses man argued reasonably.

Tang Luo shook his head: "I don't know."

"We are not really good people, but we are trying our best to maintain the order of the underground world. Without us, everything will be chaotic, and more people will die by then." The glasses man said.

"It's okay," Tang Luo said. "As long as it's saved, there won't be confusion."

"Can you save everyone?"

"Naturally cannot," Tang Luo said.

The king of the tibetan stayed in **** for many years.

"Then you still ..."

"But what does this have to do with the poor monk? The poor monk just wants to punish the evil and promote the good." Tang Luo said, "When you meet the wicked, you will save each other."

"..."

The man in the glasses pinched his fists and couldn't communicate at all. This is!

Why did the Sullivan family stupid force Wayne Kate to return to the mountain? Well now, they did come out of the mountain and became a powerful lunatic, receiving bullets and shooting bullets with bare hands.

It's a hundred deaths for yourself, but they're suffering.

"So, who is willing to accept the spiritualization of the poor monk first?" Tang Luo asked.

He is in this world for only thirty days. With so many people in the shadow world, it is impossible to find one by one.

However, Tangluo can improve its efficiency through the power of hotel chains.

He went to find someone, how can anyone find it so fast?

Tang Luo has already made a plan. In the next two weeks, one of them will still "look for the door", representing the high-level table seats of the source of all evils, those gangsters.

The remaining week is for others to come to the door, and the target is to be fragmentary characters such as free killers.

The former can let chain hotels release intelligence, prompting those forces to concentrate their living forces as soon as possible.

After all, when it's okay, even within the family and the influence, we can't always gather together, they are scattered and work in their own jurisdiction.

"No one? Without anyone, the poor monk chooses himself." Tang Luo stood up.

"I, I!" A person in charge trot over. "It will be Mr. Wayne. You'll leave it up."

"Well, idiot, you still don't understand." Tang Luo shook his head, but it didn't matter.

After the degree, he understood.

Soul pain, it's not pain, it's a mental trauma, and I'm not willing to touch the despair anymore.

Reach out, grab your head, and save your soul!

To outsiders, Wayne Kate just grabbed the other's head, but didn't know what the person in charge had experienced.

"Master, I realize." The person in charge "see through the dust."

"Okay, next." Tang Luo looked at the other person in charge.

"I!"

The man's face was distorted, he yanked out his pistol, a blood hole appeared on his forehead, fell straight backward, and planted it in the chair.

"The donor chose physicalization," Tang Luo said, and there were still a lot of bullets on the table in front of him. "You can also do this, enough bullet tubes."

"..."

"..."

Ten minutes later, Tang Luo had completed the purpose of the trip.

Thirteen people in charge of the hotel chain now have six left, all of whom have been successfully spiritualized by Tang Luo, willing to help punish evil and promote good, and to do good forever.

Of the seven people, several chose to die, and they resolutely did not accept the end result of being washed away, and one of them, like Leonidas, was obsessed and unable to mentalize.

"So, let's get started," Tang Luo said, watching them.

"Okay! Master!"

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"Who are you! Who are you! Why!"

"What did we do wrong!"

Three days later, in a manor house, a young blond girl growled frantically at Tang Luo.

The original pleasant face looked extremely shy.

The gloomy and decadent man in front of her killed her dearest grandpa and dearest parents in front of her.

Not only that, where the girl did not know, the Maroni family, like a cruise ship with a large hole in it, was sinking a little.

"What did you do wrong?" Tang Luo pulled out a stack of documents. "Come on, you can see for yourself."

This is the seventh force on the high table.

After all, it is the source of extermination of all evils. There will always be some ignorant children snarling at Tang Luo, with a look of extreme grievance.

Some are not wicked, and Tang Luo did not have the idea of ​​cutting the roots, so he prepared the relevant documents.

Faced with questioning, he took it out and told the children how wicked their family was.

Everything they have is flowing the blood of others.

"How can this be?" The blonde girl looked at the files in her hands, her body shaking.

She never knew that her father was a big drug lord, and her favorite thing was not to stay in the study and read a book, but to torture others, and even a special cell.

His grandpa's criminal record can rise above the ceiling of their family castle.

"All right."

Tang Luo squatted and pinched the chin of the blonde girl. "They've all been saved, now it's your turn."

"Me?" The young girl froze, struggling suddenly, screaming, "I don't know anything, I'm not, I don't! Everything they do has nothing to do with me! I'm right."

"No, that's not what the poor monk said." Tang Luo said, "Although you don't know what the family is doing, you know the power of your family, and you are happy to take over the power of the family to make your life better. Some ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Remember Bella? "

"What Bella?" The blonde girl looked at a loss.

"In junior high school, a little boy you liked was Bella, so you found someone to teach her, do you remember the way of teaching?" Tang Luo asked.

"I ..." The face of the blonde girl changed drastically.

She remembered the way of teaching, and even though she didn't know it later-but she still remembered that those people * had Bella and then got her addicted.

"Besides Chelsea, Shirley ... you like this way of teaching people." Tang Luo spit out several names.

The intelligence capabilities of hotel chains have not disappointed.

"Then the poor monk will save you." Tang Luo waved her right hand, and the girl's head turned 720 degrees.

In the meditation, the power of merit was born and absorbed by the merit Yulian.