The woman on the bike had her neat short hair dancing in the wind. She stared at the group of monsters, suddenly raised the front wheel, and the motorcycle ran over the beasts blocking the road, leaped high, and fell into the encirclement of the monsters.
Cheng Yixia pulled the handbrake hard, leaving a scratch on the concrete ground with the rear wheel. The motorcycle turned 180 degrees on the spot and stopped in front of the two girls.
"Oh my god, what a fierce sister..."
Liu Ru stared blankly at Cheng Yixia, who seemed to have descended from the sky like a god, and muttered to herself.
"What are you standing there for? Run!"
Cheng Yixia drew out his sword and yelled at him.
At this time, the provoked beasts immediately rushed towards Cheng Yixia.
Liu Ru finally took advantage of this gap and immediately pushed her small wheelchair out.
"sister!"
Cheng Shuangqiu was about to speak when he was interrupted by Cheng Yixia.
"Get lost! Don't hold me back!"
"Hey hey hey! She's your sister!? Whatever, Xiaoqiu, let's run first!"
The girl, a student with sports expertise, unleashed her unprecedented talent and began to push the cart hard and run away.
On the big bed, Liu Ru grabbed the wheelchair and pushed it hard. The scattered monsters behind her chased after her, and gradually moved away with the girl's nervous screams.
"Don't chase me, my meat doesn't taste good!!!"
In the distance, with a burst of mechanical groups, the robot girl Alqi, holding dual guns, stood back to back with Cheng Yixia, confronting a group of beasts.
A few hungry guys who rushed up were directly beaten back by Alqi's Yan Shuangying spear technique.
"I said, can you beat him?"
Cheng Yixia tilted his head and asked Ji Niang.
A burst of electric sound came from Aerqi, "Too many, I can't beat them all."
"Uh...what should I do then?"
"These monsters don't eat iron."
…
In the fog, two fog people watched the whole battle.
"Why don't you speak? What's on your mind?"
Dela asked curiously, "Did you just do something secretly and let those two guys get away? Are you autistic?"
The mist man looked at Dela, "You still have the same bad taste as always. This is just a trivial game. Do you think I will be angry about it?"
"Isn't it possible?"
"Humph! In my eyes, they are just a group of sacrifices."
After saying that, the Mist Man's body began to become erratic, and a strange power emerged from him. The originally calm mist began to surge, and began to gather with the Mist Man as the center, gradually forming a tornado.
And in the center of the storm, a foggy door slowly appeared.
"Do you know what this is?"
The Mist Man said to himself, "I didn't want to tell you so soon, but since you are here, I will let you see the gift that the God of Mist has given me."
It raised its hand slightly, and more fog continued to pour out of the fog gate in the center of the storm, spreading in all directions with waves of invisible shocks.
"Do you know what this is?"
Dela shook her head.
The Mist Man's tone became more and more excited. "Those are the descendants of the Mist. We, the Apostles of the Mist, constantly travel through the shattered world just to find food for these descendants."
As it spoke, it floated into the void, and the mist on its body gradually drifted towards the fog gate in the storm. There were bursts of strange movements from the other side of the gate, and the fog man also revealed his miserable and hunched body.
"Watch around for me. I will focus on guiding His coming."
The ghost's expression was full of longing. "The natives of the broken world contain the consciousness of the world, and this is the food that the mist craves most. As long as we sacrifice enough blood food, the mist can give it to us..."
The ghost became more and more excited, but stopped abruptly at a certain moment.
It stared blankly at the miserable body, not knowing when it had been covered with a large strange shadow, and the blade of a strange knife had pierced through its body.
"What are you talking about! I'll give you a knife."
The corrosion and severe pain made it look upside down in shock, and it looked at the familiar fellow, "Why...you..."
Dela spoke in a strange tone, looking at the ghost who was no longer shrouded in fog, with purple curse lines all over his body.
"You're taking off your armor in front of me. Aren't you courting death?"
"I have to say, you ghosts are quite cruel to outsiders and have no guard against your own people. This is very different from our customs."
The ghost finally realized what was going on and was horrified and furious:
"You...are not Dela!!!"
The mist on Dela gradually dissipated, revealing the man's figure and his arrogant laughter.
“Hehehe…”
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