Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Baitang pinched his fingers and made the calculations, and chatted with System 168 for a while.

   "When you see your companion, why don't you ask it to tell the Space-Time Administration, so that Lieyu, the **** of law enforcement, can catch me and save you along the way?"

  [...Host, where are you talking about. ]

   Do you think I haven't thought about it?

  I can't beat you with just me! Can't you just die?

  Of course, you can't say this in front of Baitang, you can only slander it in your heart.

  Baitang asked with a smile: "Do you want to see Lie Yu?"

system:…

   Playing heartbeat!

  [Host, I am your system now, how can I think about the former master! ]

   Stop digging holes for me!

I beg you…

  Perhaps hearing the inner call of the system, Baitang went to the next world.

   "My lord, it has been deployed according to the plan, just waiting for them to take the bait."

  The man in the black robe just nodded slightly and didn't say much.

  …

  On the wheel, a thin and sickly young man is holding a blood-red umbrella.

  It was drizzling and the smoke was curling up.

   "Young Master, Tian Han hurts his body, it's time to go back."

  The man in black beside him reminded softly.

   "Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

  The young man coughed and became weaker and weaker.

  Raindrops da da, secretive and lively.

   "Mu San, let's go another way, we won't entertain guests today."

   "Yes, son."

  The black shadow behind him moves like a ghost, swords meet, and the rain is mixed with blood.

  A few darts were shot over, Mu San raised his hand to catch them, and returned them, several figures fell to the ground, splashing shallow water.

  Musan pushed the young man and walked slowly.

  There was a voice in the distance.

"kill!"

   "We must not let Bai Qingyun escape!"

  The young man in the wheelchair was extremely calm. Let Mu San push him forward at a slow speed.

   "Young master, fork in the road."

  Bai Qingyun raised his eyes for a look without interest, and pointed to a road that was shrouded in mist and could not be seen clearly. No matter where this road leads, he can always go back and spend more time.

   After entering, I couldn't see anything within one meter.

  The branches are crossing, and the leaves are luxuriant.

  The sound of the misty rain disappeared, and large raindrops accumulated on the leaves fell.

  The sound of raindrops is not so dense.

   "Ahem... Mu San, this is really a good place to kill people."

  Mu San echoed, "What you said is very true."

  Bai Qingyun: "Go on."

  The killer behind did not follow.

  Bai Qingyun's white robe was stained with a drop of blood. He saw the filth stained on the silk clothes, which were not polluted at all, and his hostility emerged little by little.

   "Mu San, stop!"

  Mu San stopped.

   "There is something on it, kill it."

   stained his clothes, he must die again.

  Mu San removed the umbrella and looked up.

  A young girl was hanging on a thick branch. The girl closed her eyes tightly, and blood dripped down drop by drop.

Mu San held the umbrella and jumped up, slashing at the girl's slender and fragile neck with a sword, which should have caused her to beheaded, but it made a crisp impact sound like hitting an iron stone, only breaking the girl's skin, no matter how hard she tried Just let the sword penetrate the girl's neck a little bit.

  Mu San stood at one end of the thick branch.

   Bo Qingyun's casual voice came from below: "I have practiced the secret method and stabbed my abdomen."

   "Yes, son."

  Kisan sharp sword pierced the girl's abdomen and kicked her.

  Mu San held the umbrella and landed on the ground, standing beside Bai Qingyun, waiting for Bai Qingyun's order.

  The **** the branch was kicked by him, fell to the ground, and rolled a few times.

  Bai Qingyun didn't even look at it, but raised his hand, motioning for Mu San to push him away.

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  The last dimension, after finishing writing, I will write a special episode