Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In the woods on the outskirts of the holy city, a gun battle split the night apart.

The gunshots were arbitrary, the dark shadows intertwined under the bright moonlight, the fire in the small woods skyrocketed, and the deafening gunshots stunned the birds in the woods to escape.

"Three young masters, you go first, we will break after."

While Baiyi spoke, he quickly changed a new magazine, loaded the bullet, and continued to destroy the enemy.

The man known as the Third Master dodges a shot, hides behind a tree with agility, and then fights back.

In the darkness, he couldn't see the man's appearance. Only his murderous eyes flashed with bloodthirsty cold light, embedded in the faint moonlight shining on the dark and bright face.

His marksmanship is so fierce that someone will fall down the moment he shoots out.

Hearing what Bai Yi said at the moment, Jun Moyan did not respond in time. (Yan, yan second voice, same speech)

Instead, he solved the nearest enemies, rescued a subordinate by the way, and replied after changing to a new magazine.

"Concentrate on the challenge."

His voice was cold and cold like the tip of a bullet glowing in the dark night, as if it was really like a bullet that could penetrate human brains with murderousness and kill people, although it was clear, it had a deterrent that could not be resisted.

Of course, if he does not cause breath disorder due to the injury on his shoulder, the effect will be enhanced.

His words are commands.

Bai Yi couldn't resist, and guessed that it would respond to him.

But he still wanted to let Jun Moyan go first, after all, the opponent had the upper hand, and the third master was injured again.

To no avail, Bai Yi can only devote himself to the battle and try his best to protect him.

As more and more figures fell, gunfire was declining, and the number of people on both sides lost nearly half.

"Three young masters, I have no bullets."

Bai Yi panted, behind the tree behind his back, holding the empty magazine in his hand.

As soon as his voice fell, a black object was thrown at him, and the white clothes reached out to catch it firmly.

It is a dagger.

What follows with the dagger is a simple and arbitrary word:

"spell!"

Before Bai Yi could react, a figure like a hungry wolf hunting in the night, whizzing past him with a gust of wind.

Jun Moyan had already rushed out before him.

Lifting the knife in white clothes, he rushed up with several companions who also had no bullets.

In the dark night, they are like demons possessing their bodies, cooperating in tacit understanding, and their blood-stained daggers are struggling for life.

A cold light flashed, the dagger was held high, and then fell with an unstoppable force.

As the figure continued to fall, the blood gushing out like a rain in the night, staining the dark ground...

After a few minutes, the woods were calm and settled like dust. The strong smell of blood filled the nose and spread to the entire woods.

It also made the dark woods stained a bit strange.

Coupled with the dead bodies that never looked down on, it made people feel like they were in hell.

"Three Masters."

Bai Yi quickly retracted the knife, without even breathing time, and quickly came to Jun Moyan to hold him.

Jun Moyan's knife hand slightly supported his injured left shoulder.

His entire left arm was now red with blood, and the blood slowly flowed to the palm of his hand, gathered at the fingertips, and finally dripped to the ground, melting into the black soil...

His pale face was splashed with a few drops of blood because of the injury, and the whole person was indescribably evil.

Coupled with the murderous intent in his eyes, it is like a Rakshasa walking out of hell, which is frightening.

"Nothing."

His breath was a little messy, he raised his eyes and looked at the corpse on the ground. The murderous intent in his eyes gradually skyrocketed, and even the surrounding air became a bit cold.