In this world, there are not many people who know that they ca n’t know, and there are not many people who know the death of the dead.

She felt that the hand holding her shoulders was a bit tighter, and Ye Nianmo tone also brought a trace of tension, "Fight all the statues."

The muscular man swallowed, and those scorpions were close to the point where they could easily see with the naked eyes to release all the scorpions. That really couldn't run away.

He took out his pistol from the back of the back and put his index finger on the trigger.

Ye Nianmo pushed Ding Yiyi behind herself and asked her to hide behind three people, and then sinking: "Five of them, there are seven left, two people, and at the same time,"

"There is another me." Ding Yiyi said when he refused.

Ye Nianmo only hesitated for a few seconds, nodded silently, took out a pistol with a small back seat from behind, and then carried it. "If you are not ready to shoot, then your fingers will never be placed on the trigger.

Once placed on the trigger, it is your thoughts that have made the final judgment. Don't hesitate at that time. "

Ding Yiyi took over, feeling the heavy feeling in his hand, nodded silently ink.

Learning to look like a few people, she held her pistol, took a deep breath, put her right index finger in the trigger, but her hand was shaking all the time.

"Open." When she heard this sentence, she flickered the trigger, and the bullet flew towards her closest statue, and the rear force of the gun also made her pour back.

She held her back steadily with one arm. She turned her head, Ye Nianmo held the gun with one hand, and the muzzle was smoking.

As the sound of gunfire sounded at the same time, the remaining knights slowly moved their position.

The floor is trembling, how many scorpions are, this is unknown. Will those scorpions eat them all? This is also unknown.

Ding Yiyi looked at the statue in front of him moved to the other side. Its skull was shot heavily by the statue in front, and it was moved to the opposite position.

Tens of thousands of scorpions are about to stack to the edge of the table. Everyone holds his breath, watching the statue moved at the same time silently.

One statue faced with another statue. Among the twelve statues, the eyes of eleven statues aimed at one of the statues after moving.

It was a middle -aged man with a goat, leaving the French style of the Mediterranean, holding his hands on his hands. I don't know what is holding.

The screams suddenly sounded. The muscle man's shirt did not know when he fell down, and tens of thousands of scorpions climbed along his shirt to his body.

His thighs have swelled quickly, as if the sea cucumber that had been in the water, the painful business that almost roared from the soul penetrated everyone's eardrum.

Ye Bo swept his legs, and the muscular man fell into the brown scorpion like fallen leaves. His strong body was covered by dense scorpions. The painful sound was covered by the sound of scorpion.

Ding Yiyi closed her eyes, she couldn't bear to look at it, her hands were caught, and then her fingers were interlocked. Ye Nianmo said in her ear, "He can't live."

She opened her eyes, nodded silently, and looked at the statue holding her hands in silence.

At this time, Ye Bosong opened her hand, and when the crowd had not responded, she rushed to the statue with her hands, stretched her legs towards the statue of the statue.

The head of the statue is more fragile than imagined. It was swept by gravity. First, it shakes twice, then smashed straight towards the ground, and was covered by the scorpion group.

The weight of the body lost balance, he took a moment, and he had to fall down, and when he did these things, he had fully thought of the consequences. At this time, he didn't resist.

The poison needle on the butt pierced the body fiercely.

One hand grabbed his collar accurately, pulled him up from the edge of the fall, the collar stalk his neck, and the air was temporarily cut off. When he returned to God, the whole person was lying flat on the round table.

"Ye Bo is okay." Ding Yiyi hurriedly climbed to check his injuries.

He coughed violently, and he didn't dare to look at the young master, but he could feel his cold eyes.

The head of the sculpture that was kicked was empty. There was a golden holy grail in it. The Holy Grail was as big as the palm of the palm and the gold made of gold. Even after a few centuries, it was still bright.

Ye Nianmo took off the Holy Grail, put it on the sculpture's hand, and then retreated.

Just a few minutes later, the land was trembling, and the private parts of the scorpions panicked. Twelve sculptures slowly moved at the same time, and the speed was not bad.

They gradually moved towards the original standing position, and the scorpions climbed into the black pit one after another to merge into twelve -strands of brown trends.

When the last statue returned, the ground was already clean, and there was only a corpse that was so swollen that could not see the face.

Ye Bo took the lead in jumping to the ground. The young master's cold eyes just made him dare not look directly at him.
Chapter completed!