Chapter 676: The mighty order of Mio, the soul-killer drinker
Chapter 676 Min’s Prestige, Drinking Soul Killer
Si Chen’s surprise voice made all the various weapons picked up by the people around him put down.
The wealthy businessman was startled by everyone, and he was shocked in a cold sweat.
Si Tong's exquisite figure gradually appeared in front of everyone.
Si Chen took the lead in welcoming him: "Sister!" The face was overjoyed.
"Why did brother come here?" Si Tong asked softly.
Her beautiful face is still exactly the same as it was two years ago.
Nothing has changed.
Min can live forever and will always look like an eighteen-year-old, and will naturally not grow old or change at all.
Some people are poor for the immortality and eternal youth that they have pursued throughout their lives, and Si Tong has both accounted for them.
"For... the mission!" Si Chen told truthfully.
did not blame Si Tong for leaving last time, nor did he ask why Si Tong appeared here, nor did he pursue Si Tong's departure two years ago.
For Si Chen, seeing her younger sister is already a blessing from heaven.
"Is there really a sister to rescue?" The white guys who had been ridiculing Si Chen were taken aback, and they all showed a surprised demeanor.
"I am a native of Miao, naturally unlike people in some countries, we are sitting upright and never lie!"
Si Chen heard what a few foreigners said, maybe because of the appearance of Si Tong, he couldn't help it, and finally retorted loudly.
The foreigners who were blocking these words couldn't say anything, so they could only stare at Si Chen anxiously.
Falsi was not easy to provoke, Si Chen blocked the words here, and he took the lead to the mourning hall, still saying:
"There is an old saying in a country that is so good, and if you get a bargain, you still sell well. The soul-killer can only be solved by our capable people in the end!"
As soon as Falsey's words fell, Peng Zhizhang and Zhang Xiancheng couldn't help laughing.
Sitong understood the meaning naturally, but she just blinked up and down.
"Hahaha! Haha! Is that what you use when you get a bargain! Your language level is at the kindergarten level! Don't use sentences if you can't speak!" Si Chen was in a great mood.
Chinese is the most difficult language to learn in the world, because a sentence can have many meanings, not what it looks like on the surface.
At least Falsey used the wrong sentence indiscriminately.
"Huh." When Falxi heard it, he glanced at Si Tong and Si Chen hard, and walked forward quickly.
...
The mourning hall.
A few people just got here.
There are many people standing around.
are all children of the deceased old man.
There are also children of rich people.
"Father, are they the ones who came to protect grandma's body?" A girl with wheat yellow hair, little hair on her head, almost bald, walked up to the rich businessman and spoke to the rich businessman.
is in English.
Si Chen and several people can also understand this simple question.
"Yes." The rich businessman nodded.
"Grandma's body is behind, everyone can be here—" The girl is good-looking, with a high nose and a melon-seeded face. In contrast to the rough and ugly face of the rich businessman, she knows that her mother must be a beauty.
The words are only here.
The body was hidden behind the large tarp of the mourning hall.
Suddenly, people exclaimed from behind the big tarp: "Ah! Ah!"
"What are you going to do!"
Si Chen and Falxi suddenly changed their complexions when they heard this. They shouted and rushed to the back: "Quick! It's the soulslayer!"
Sitong did not go too fast.
came behind the big tarp.
Sure enough, a soul-killer had raised a scimitar and was about to plunge into the body of the lifted old lady.
Soul-killer, soul-killing soul, is to pierce the blood of the dead and lead the soul of the dead into hell. Don't go to the unknown world.
"Quick! Shoot!"
"Boom boom boom!"
Sichen and Falxi both fired at the soul-killer, trying to stop the thorn of the soul-killer.
But never expected that Soulkiller's black robe would block all the bullets with a wave of it.
"Bulletproof...His black robe is actually a material of body armor! Damn!" Several people exclaimed.
Shooting is invalid.
Seeing that scimitar, it pierced into the heart of the old lady.
At the moment of the moment, everyone suddenly heard the girl put away the indifferent sound, her voice became faint and gloomy, and she spoke to the soul-killer in a commanding tone, with a cold voice:
"Let her down."
(End of this chapter)