Chapter 307 I Can Rest in Peace Now

Ah ah ah ah ah------!

Wails spread all over the countryside.

The scream woke up his teammates.

Fourteen Americans who were shocked by the scene finally drew their weapons and surrounded Jiang Ling.

This time, she will definitely die.

But I don’t know why.

At this moment, Jiang Ling's clever, powerful, and bloody figure emerged in the hearts of all Americans.

Especially the scene of tearing flesh and blood.

Enough for them to remember for a long time!

This woman must die!

Otherwise, they cannot imagine the subsequent counterattack!

"Ha, if you want to kill me, you are not qualified."

After saying that, Jiang Ling raised the sharp broken handle of the sword and drew his cross arm towards his throat!

The sharpness passed by, and countless faces echoed in his mind.

The pampering of grandparents.

Uncle uncle's dodge.

A black and white photo of my mother with a gentle smile.

As well as the friends list, I never had time to check it, and there are hundreds of unread messages.

She knew whose information it was.

The image of my father that I had pictured countless times in my mind suddenly shattered.

The middle-aged man in the friend list who is serious in speech, has a Chinese character face, is tall, and speaks straight is becoming more and more clear.

"It's a pity that I couldn't punch that guy. Forget it. At least I went to my mother and told her that I saw him."

He pursed his lips, smiled brightly, and passed the broken handle across his neck.

There was no pain, no feeling, as if the sharp blade cut across the air instead of the neck.

The blood... didn't flow out?

Sensing something was wrong, Jiang Ling suddenly opened his eyes.

When he raised his hand and looked at it, he saw that the broken handle, which was originally damaged due to breakage, had become a long length shorter and had become a smooth and flat section.

Was it cut off by the enemy?

But who can be so fast and so incompetent?

Jiang Ling raised his head in confusion and saw fourteen figures frozen around him.

They might draw their swords and attack them.

Or point the gun at yourself.

It's like entering a wax museum.

The blond woman stared at herself with a ferocious expression, as if she saw a future in which she was torn into pieces.

But her life state has lost its vitality.

Why?

Just when Jiang Ling asked himself.

The blonde woman's head tilted slightly and rolled to the ground with a thud.

The fourteen figures around them also collapsed and dismembered under the uneven slashes, and finally turned into pieces and collapsed.

Phew!

Dark red blood spurted out from the blonde woman's neck belatedly.

Jiang Ling let go of the blonde woman's ankle and exited more than ten meters away.

I wanted to use distance to detect the entire scene!

But the moment she landed, a huge black shadow completely enveloped her.

She turned her head suddenly, and her pupils suddenly narrowed.

Because standing there was a black alien species that looked like a killing machine.

It was as huge as an iron tower, looking down at its tiny self.

That outrageous sense of intimidation and oppression.

She walked across dozens of cities.

Killed a hundred elites.

From an extreme soldier to a mid-level doomsday warrior, I couldn't even resist.

That is no longer a gap that skills and reflexes can fill.

That is the barrier between the second dimension and the third dimension.

call--!

The giant shadow suddenly lowered his body.

Jiang Ling reflexively raised his arms to defend himself.

The moment it was set up, she laughed to herself.

crazy.

She actually wanted to use her flesh and blood to stop this monster from hunting.

It's like an ant waving its thin limbs in front of a car. It's extremely ridiculous.

But death abandoned her once again.

Obviously such a thunderous method.

The attack failed to land.

Curious and puzzled, she put down her arms and raised her head again.

What he saw was the sharp blade extended by the giant alien species.

"Come up."

Then came a deep and deep greeting.

The familiar language and the calm tone deeply shocked Jiang Ling's heart.

So much so that she gave up her fear and asked, "Can you speak Chinese?"

The tyrant gently lowered his head and stretched the back of the knife forward again.

Jiang Ling probably understood that it wanted to take him away.

But he couldn't help but touch his abdominal ribs, where the lava cracks were spreading in all directions.

She smiled bitterly and said regretfully: "Although I am very grateful to you for saving me, it actually doesn't mean much."

The tyrant tilted his head and said calmly: "The tyrant doesn't understand. It makes sense for the Lord to let the tyrant save you."

"host?"

Jiang Lington paused and smiled relaxedly: "He must be the master. If you can call him that, he must be a very powerful warrior. Even though the outcome will not change, the life-saving grace is real. Even if he dies, I have to say thank you to him in person.”

Completely relieved, no longer afraid.

Jiang Ling stepped onto the back of the tyrant's sword and hooked the spur on the knuckle of the blade.

The tyrant lifted her to his chest and suddenly looked at the fourteen American corpses.

He immediately lowered his eyes and said, "Can you help me recover those corpses?"

"ah?"

After finally finding a foothold, Jiang Ling was surprised: "Why don't you just eat it?"

The tyrant shook his head: "The Lord likes it, and tyrants don't eat people."

"oh?"

Jiang Ling couldn't help but smile: "It seems you really like your master."

The tyrant nodded repeatedly: "I like you more than anything else."

"Haha, you're really funny. Well, it's good that I can play a little more role before I die, and leave a little more trace."

Jiang Ling jumped off the Tyrant and collected the bodies one by one.

"Hey, Tyrant, it's done."

Looking up at the Tyrant, Jiang Ling waved.

"Thank you."

The Tyrant reattached her to his arm and flew up in a buzzing sound.

Feeling the headwind blowing in her face and watching the fleeting clouds, Jiang Ling couldn't help but feel happy.

Being able to have such a fantastic experience before death and seeing such a magnificent view, I can rest in peace.

Return to the captain's room of the Wind Rising Capital.

Lu Ming, Chu Feng, and Lin Hao looked at the romantic scene in the picture with different expressions.

Lu Ming was calm and composed. In silence, he took out a purification potion from the Wuyan black market.

Chu Feng was surprised and envious. He also wanted to ride the Tyrant to soar into the sky and chat with it.

Lin Hao had a complicated expression, and he kept thinking about Jiang Ling's words, trying to ask Lu Ming for help.

On the other side.

Tyrant had crossed a long distance and arrived at the temporary shelter.

Jiang Ling was extremely surprised when she saw the huge and vast starry sky battleship.

Before she had time to think about it, her sight was getting closer and closer to the wall of the battleship.

Seeing that Tyrant had no sign of slowing down, Jiang Ling finally couldn't help but exclaimed: "Tyrant! What are you doing?! You're going to hit the wall!"

Tyrant's voice was flat: "I know, but it doesn't matter."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?! You're going to hit the wall!"

Jiang Ling hugged Tyrant's barbs tightly, closed her eyes tightly, and quietly waited for the impact caused by the collision to sweep over.

But after two seconds, she realized that there was no collision, let alone the impact.

"Lord, Tyrant has brought people back."

Until the respectful voice of Tyrant came into her ears.

Jiang Ling slowly opened one eye and looked down carefully.

Don't tell me.

Just look at her current posture and expression.

If you haven't read her panel.

Haven't checked her record.

Haven't witnessed her tearing off the enemy's flesh and blood.

She must be a pretty queen.

It basically fits perfectly with the photo in Chen Hai's collection.

What a pity.

The three people at present have no intention of being moved by her current posture.

Because they know very well what kind of beast is wrapped under this beautiful skin.

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