Nan Muran looked at the other person indifferently, turned her left hand slightly, and a tree branch pierced directly into the other person's heart at lightning speed.
At the same time, a gunshot was heard in the hall, and the bullet went straight into the other person's forehead.
The sudden movement and their unscrupulous attacks plunged the entire space into an eerie silence.
They saw clearly that Nan Muran and Si Ye beside her attacked almost at the same time. The speed was so fast that even the prison domain that controlled the entire space did not react.
In order to limit the ability of Nan Muran and the others, the whole village was treated with special plant substances, but they didn't expect that while limiting Nan Muran and the others, they also limited their own abilities. As a result, when Nan Muran and Si Ye took action, they had no time to stop them.
"You actually killed someone in front of me." The old man in black robe said in a tone of disbelief.
Nan Muran looked at him coldly. The tree man, Xiao Liu, Xiao Bai, and Chi Ye on her left wrist began to surround her wrist and release a strange light: "So, do you want to fight?"
When Nan Muran said this, everyone around her had already touched the hot weapons that had been prepared in advance.
At the same time, Xuan Yue, Tank, and even the usually lazy Black Dragon jumped out and looked at everyone around them vigilantly. Even Chen Jianguo and his special ability team retreated to both sides of Nan Muran.
The two camps quickly separated. Everyone's meaning was very clear, as long as the people of the Obsidian Organization had the courage to take action, they would definitely fight to the end.
Liang Zheng, who had been watching them, was not surprised at first, until Chen Jianguo and the Xishi military's supernatural team took sides without hesitation, he was shocked.
Li Lao was also incredulous, because he knew very well that Chen Jianguo's attitude represented the position of his old friend. He never thought that the Xishi military, including his old friend, could do this to Nan Muran.
Nan Muran looked around at everyone present and sneered, "Goodbye."
Just as she turned around, Si Jing, who was sitting at the main seat, finally stood up and said, "Miss Nan, please stay. Old Su will apologize to Miss Nan."
The old man in black robes on the side never thought that things would come to this point. He spoke with difficulty: "What did you say?"
"Apologize." Si Jing didn't give him the chance to say more.
The old man in black robe was stunned: "You asked me to apologize to this little girl."
"Or I can just kill you." Nan Muran's voice sounded at the right time.
The old man in black robe was stunned at first, and all his energy and spirit disappeared in an instant. Then, under Si Jing's cold eyes, he looked at Nan Muran: "Miss Nan, I apologize."
Nan Muran naturally didn't bother to respond to his reluctant apology. She turned to look at Si Jing and said, "Time is tight. Please keep it brief."
Si Jing nodded: "I promise."
Sure enough, in the subsequent layout, no one talked nonsense. Regarding the distribution of different forces on the altar, Si Jing even provided Nan Muran with a map.
That night, the Obsidian Organization held a grand bonfire party in the village, and the Beijing officials took this opportunity to let Liang Zheng bring the person they chose to Nan Muran.
He is a seventeen-year-old boy with three abilities and is very talented.
Watching the boy's back as he walked away, Nan Muran looked at He Yifeng who was sitting on the side with some surprise: "Why not you?"
"Me? Maybe I'm not talented enough." He Yifeng let out a long sigh and said with a bitter tone.
Nan Muran laughed and pointed the bottle of wine in her hand at the boy who was walking away with Liang Zheng: "His talent cannot be compared with yours."
He Yifeng laughed, and then his eyes suddenly brightened up, and he looked at Nan Muran's profile quietly: "After this matter is completely over, Xiaolong will be retired."
"Go back to West City?" Nan Muran was not at all surprised by their choice.
After all, the families of all the Xiaolongs were in the Xishi Security Base, and their return was inevitable. Of course, this also led to the fact that the official base in Beijing could not fully trust the entire Xiaolong.
He Yifeng retracted his gaze: "Well, it's time to spend more time with my family."
"Indeed." Nan Muran smiled and looked at Si Ye who was standing by the campfire not far away, her eyes gentle.
He Yifeng followed Nan Muran's line of sight and let out a long sigh: "What about you? What are your plans after this is over?"
"I've never had any intention of venturing out in the apocalypse. I've only come this far because I was forced by the situation to protect myself. When the dust settles, of course I'll go back to my hideout halfway up the mountain." Nan Muran took a sip of the craft fruit wine, her eyes brightening.
The people in the Obsidian Organization are not very kind, but their wine-making skills are really good.
Xuan Wu in the space felt Nan Muran's thoughts and sighed slightly. It seemed that he had to find an opportunity to return to his old job.
He Yifeng smiled lightly: "Go back to the middle of the mountain and become the mountain god."
"It does look a bit alike." Nan Muran smiled helplessly.
As he continued to release various powers to the mountainside, the plants and animals in the entire mountainside were gradually mutating and getting used to relying on him. In a sense, he really was like a mountain god.
"What does it look like?" Si Ye came back with a plate of pastries and handed it to Nan Muran.
Nan Muran tasted a bite of the traditional sweet-scented osmanthus cake and said, "The craftsmanship is really good."
"Chunfeng should be able to do it too." Si Ye reminded Nan Muran.
Everyone was unusually relaxed that night. Nan Muran looked at everyone around her and couldn't help but feel sad for them.
Perhaps in their eyes, tomorrow is an opportunity, an opportunity to change their own strength. Unfortunately, in the eyes of Si Jing, the man who controls all this, they are nothing more than sacrifices on the altar that can be sacrificed at any time.
In the attic at the back of the bonfire, Si Jing looked at everyone in the square quietly: "Prisoner, are you sure there is no problem?"
The strength shown by Nan Muran, Si Ye and the official supernatural team made Si Jing suddenly feel a little unconfident. He had lost his humanity, tortured and killed his own son, and was about to sacrifice his grandson and granddaughter-in-law, so he would never allow any unexpected situation to happen.
"I just need to set up a prisoner zone on the altar to keep them out." Prisoner Zone said lightly.
Si Jing nodded: "Where are Su Tianming and Chen Wu?"
"They have been imprisoned, and it is impossible for them to go to the altar tomorrow. There is no need to worry." Qiuyu jumped nimbly to the window and his eyes fell on Nan Muran who was sitting freely and unrestrainedly beside the campfire.
So this is the white substance from the past, an existence that Xuanwu could not let go of after thousands of years.
The creatures in this world are so ridiculous. No matter how much you care about them or how much you can't let go, they are ultimately just a pretty shell. That old guy Xuan Wu is so superficial.
Si Jing's gaze also fell on Nan Muran, and his tone became extremely cold: "If it doesn't work, just deal with the person and the power of the dust mist together, so as to avoid any future troubles."
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