Villain: Heroine Sacrifice To Heaven At The Start

Moved!

The moment the two looked at Yang Qin suddenly rushed towards Yang Qin again.

As before, there are still two directions.

Yang Qin was still a little panicked, but she recognized the direction of the woman and ran away quickly.

Her decisive choice made the man feel a little stunned.

The change of Yang Qin's direction can only change with the male clerk.

The rules of the women's room is that there is fear in the eyes, and Yang Qin's primary goal is indeed her.

But this time she did not flinch. Looking at the seven poems that Yang Qin stabbed, the woman twisted her body slightly, planning to use her arm to file the seven poems.

As long as they are not stabbed to the point and not fatal, they have a chance.

When the two resisted, they had forgotten Mu Yun and the others.

Didn't think about how he could escape after killing Yang Qin?

This may be human instinct. After killing Yang Qin, he can still live. Can he escape? What will happen to the future? I will talk about it later!

Yang Qin didn't react to her movement, and the seven poems easily pierced the thin arm of the woman.

It's just that she hasn't waited for her surprise, and the woman has already rushed towards her.

After being hit again, Yang Qin, who was retreating, hit the male servant who rushed towards her in the other direction.

Knocked from behind, the pain made Yang Qin no longer able to hold his seven songs.

Seven poems flew out of her hand and hit the wall.

The place where he bounced back and fell was a coincidence, and it completely coincided with the place where Yang Qin fell.

"what!"

A scream sounded.

I don't know if it is a coincidence!

The seven poems that bounced back from the collision happened to wipe off the face of Yang Qin who fell.

There was a trace of no deepness or shallowness on Yang Qin's face.

Don't say that Yang Qin didn't expect this, but the two were the same.

How could things be such a coincidence?

If the face is injured, it will not be mentioned if it is serious or not.

Disfigurement is for sure!

The seven poems that struck Yang Qin's face fell beside her again.

Yang Qin picked up the seven poems and stood up again, the fiery pain on her face made her sober beyond ordinary people.

Looking at the dumbfounded two people, her eyes flashed with anger!

Disfigured!

She knew this without even thinking about it.

Feeling the liquid left on her face, Yang Qin dabbed it with her hand.

Red, no matter how stupid she was, she knew it was blood!

Drying on the sleeves, without waiting for the two of them to act this time, Yang Qin's courage rushed towards the two of them without knowing where.

The primary target is still the female body whose arm has just been injured.

This time her seven poems were scratched around the thin neck of the female room.

The distance between the three is not far.

The two members did not expect that Yang Qin, a little rookie, would suddenly take the lead.

The injured woman with her arm around her arm may have been distracted and never reacted because of the pain.

When she found Yang Qin rushed in front of her, she could no longer care about the pain in her arm, but even so, she still avoided in a hurry.

The man who reacted slightly raised his foot and kicked it towards Yang Qin.

Yang Qin was unmoved, and enduring the severe pain, she finally stabbed the dagger into the thin neck of the astonished woman.

Yang Qin flew out again, taking away the dagger in his hand by the way.

The female narrowed her neck and looked at Yang Qin in disbelief. Neither of them expected that Yang Qin would be so decisive this time and would take the lead.

The men's room didn't take care of the women's room. He looked at Yang Qin who was up again, his eyes full of defensiveness.

Yang Qin also didn't look at the female's body, she could understand that stabbing, the middle female's neck was thin.

The remaining two were not far apart, and the man was guarding Yang Qin.

Yang Qin watched the men's room.

Suddenly, Yang Qin rushed towards the men's room just like before, and the men's room was shocked in an instant.

Staring at the seven poems in Yang Qin's hand, he retreated while thinking about countermeasures.

Without the target of attracting firepower as a female female, he needs to be very careful when facing Yang Qin alone.

It is possible to be stabbed by Yang Qin at any time, after all, his hand is still tied back, and there is no defense.

When he kept retreating, Yang Qin, who was rushing to his eyes, suddenly turned sharply and changed direction. He quickly turned around with Yang Qin.

In this way, the two began to attack and defend in circles.

One is looking for opportunities, the other is vigilant.

Perceiving Mu Yun smiled slightly.

Yang Qin was finally smarter. She went around in a big circle, and the men's room was in place. Sooner or later, the men's room would start to feel dizzy. In addition, his balance was not good, and the fall was only a matter of time.

During the time when he praised Yang Qin, the boyfriend was exactly what he thought.

The man in the room started to feel dizzy, and he already understood Yang Qin's sinister intentions, not counting the silkworm.

But he has no countermeasures for the time being.

Suddenly, a feeling of imbalance shocked him.

He wanted to control his body, but his dizziness and discomfort made him unable to react as he should.

No matter how his hands are tied back, even if he reacts, he may not be able to make useful movements.

At the moment when he was about to fall, the man looked at Yang Qin in horror, who was rushing towards him with a cruel expression.

``Puff!

The last feeling of the man in the room was that he was heavily suppressed by Yang Qin from behind, and a knife entered from the back of his neck.

``Puff...

……For flowers…………

As if worried, Yang Qin kept piercing the man's thin neck with the seven poems in his hand.

Suddenly Yang Qin jumped straight back because she found a vague figure beside her.

She was startled, thinking that the woman hadn't completely died yet.

But when Yang Qin saw the person coming, she lowered her head.

"Spread this thing on your face!"

Throwing a box of hemostatic medicine, Mu Yun's figure disappeared again.

This time Yang Qin was very obedient. She took the hemostatic medicine on the floor and walked into the TV. She looked at the screen with a thumb-long scar on her face. She wiped her face with her clothes and then applied the medicine.

Soon Yang Qin stood up again.

When he walked to the meal that was kicked aside, Yang Qin bent down to pick it up, and walked to a corner where he could look at the two of them and opened it to eat.

Gradually, Yang Qin's tears began to flow. She didn't wipe it, and mixed the food and delivered it to her mouth.

After eating, she sat on the ground and looked very quiet.

Look at the two people lying ahead in the blood.

Time passed again, Yang Qin stood up again with his hands on the ground, and then walked towards the male room.

She didn't forget her mission and cut off the man's thin head.

She seems to have forgotten the fear now.

She didn't want anything, she wanted to finish the task early and leave this place.

She doesn't care if she joins this group of masked people.

If there is a chance, she would like to kill all the masked people as if she had just killed these two people.

But thinking of the ability of this group of masked people, Yang Qin was silent.

Yang Qin felt that his negative thoughts were wrong.

She should strive to join the organization of the Masked Man.

This group of people is so mysterious!

They are all clear about the identity and system of the person who traveled by himself.

If you don't join them, gain their trust and gain their mysterious ability.

She will never have the opportunity to reach their level.

She couldn't even control her own destiny.

Let alone revenge against them!

Thinking of this, Yang Qinqiang supported himself to cheer up!

Looking at the male servant underground, this is her first mission.

She doesn't know what the next two tasks are, but she must complete these!

Raising the seven poems in his hands, Yang Qin slowly squatted down.

One knife after another, there was no fear on her face.

He didn't spit out what I ate just now.

She seemed to be doing what she was doing at hand, her current state made Mu Yun who had been paying attention to her for a moment.

Does this count as Blacken?

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