Rebirth of Japanese Wolf Legacy

But a few seconds, he felt that the mind was still very awake, the body did not have any discomfort, but this is not surprising, the powder is likely to just serve the role, launching illusion, still need butterfly to complete, just follow The relationship between the bomb and the detonator is the same.

"What is the powder you just sprinkled?" What is it? "Washali asked.

"A special powder." The butterfly face is laughed. "You will see its utility."

Said, the butterfly is standing.

Gradually, the surrounding started a touch of white fog, although it does not affect the visibility, but this white fog is too strange, scared is to raise his hand, the three shots are playing on the butterfly.

But it is useless, the bullet is playing on the butterfly, just like holographic projection, only a wave of fluctuations.

At this time, the desertichuan knew that everything is late.

Illusion has played a role in quietness.

The white shadow came out of the fog.

Wilderness is a spirit of twelve points.

He must now destroy these enemies ... or is a phantom.

And the shape of the butterfly does not know when it has disappeared, and it is possible to attack from somewhere.

But the desertichuan is puzzled, those white people are small, and the weapons holding it in their hands are the most common fruit knife ... What is this?

Is the effect of illusion?

These phantom ... Even if they come to 100, they are not enough to fight.

But at this time, the sound of the butterfly sounded.

"Kid, know what is fear? That is hidden in everything in the heart, darkness, deep, but I can take these things through the scriptures ..."

"I didn't expect to have such a magical thing." Looking at the years of white shadow, the face of the desertichuan gradually downgly, and he realized what is wrong.

Chapter 222: Crossing?

"Magic?" Butterfly laughed, "I am a ninja, the so-called ninja, just a group of madmen who are underwart in the war. When this skill is invented, it is the most confusing Japan. Era. At that time, there were only a few hundred people, because the food was not enough, so the winner always eats the food of the lunker to survive. In the era of the number of people, the strength of the soldier was specially valued, so everyone did not hesitate everything The potential to develop the human body ... The true meaning of the tester is to accompany the fear, fear, the body's potential, calling God, fighting with the ghosts and ghosts ... This is the illusion brought by fear, and I want to see, What is the fear of your heart? "

"It's a bad smell ..." "Washali looked at the sigh, and his eyes were blurred.

White shadow is unhappy, there is no assault look, just like a puppet that will be exhausted, with the shorteness of both parties, the desertichuan will gradually see their appearance.

Those faces he know, is written in the depth of memory.

They are both a young man's appearance, or hip haha, or silent, rotating the knife in his hand, smiling and looking around the deserter.

"Bored ..." The Wildugina is looking tightly, and the silver dancer will open a few guns.

When the face of the white shadows, the face of the face was twisted, revealing the painful expression, and they bent under the body, and then fell to the place like a navy, and then dissipated.

"Call ... call ..." Washen is a bit of wheezing, and he didn't have this time when he was three times before.

That is the pressure from the psychological, like a giant mountain pressure in his body, but it is breathed.

White shadow fell, but more white shadow came from white fog.

Most of the mighty, people think of zombies in the zombie game, despite slow and long, but also extend their arms, want your life, drink your blood, eat your meat.

Washen is once again waving double knife, unstead of and wedges' sharp blade sweep the battlefield.

However, this time, the white fog did not dissipate.

They are cut off, or they are smashed from the top of the head, but each time you smash, the foggy is gradually recovering. No matter how it kills, you can't kill these yin souls.

"Give me death!"

Washali hopes that the cross is not dead, form a "X" type, and the black red squats that are shot from the unsatisfactory scorpion instantly hit the white shadow of these four sides, but more white shadows came out, just like Split monsters, the more you kill, the more they split.

Gradually, there are more and more white shadows that are not dead, and it is like an ant nest, and the white shadow of the dense Ma Ma gradually floods the desertichuan ... until the last highful arm is also swallowed, and then I can't send a little sound.

And the butterflies in the jungle high look at all, and the eyes have a little disappointment.

She leaned, with a hard-catching heart, splashing from the blood in the heart, splashing her old eyes, but her eyes are not blind, just look at the Moon, then turn the eyes to the lower part Full of blood vessels, complex look.

"Is there much? Is it more ...? Oh, yes, how can the wolf scorpion will have future generations."

I will move the bodies of the desertichuan in one foot.

The cream of the mountains is dead, and there is still a breath of the Heyuan field, but it can't live.

Ceremony has to continue.

"Finally ... fails to stop ..."

Butterflies look at their hands full of cracks, and the mouth is smirk.

Looking at the blood in front of the black, the butterfly will not think that after the death, she still can't get rid of the murderer, live to this age, she, I have already bored blood.

..........

The desertichuan will climb up from the ground, cold, inhalation of the cold air of the nasal cavity spread to every corner of the whole body.

He got up, the feet were full of thick snow, wedge pills and unstead all are not on the hand.

Surrounded by a coniferous forest, full covering thick snow, a squirrel jumped from the branches, the snow group fell down on the branches on the snow, integrated into one.

The goose is snowy, the whole world is a white, like God, sprinkling the white pigment in the world.

Wilderness is a bit familiar with the scene in front of you, but he is not willing to believe.

He looked at the west, in the snowy coniferous forest, there was a smoke rose from the forest.

"Yes ... Really?" Wankawa hook a white gas.

Everything is too real, the cold wind is cold, and the hands don't seem to have a sense.

He grabbed a snow plug into your mouth, I wanted to wake up more awake, but I got just spread to the cold tingling sensation of the head.

Vision, taste, smell, hearing, touch ... everything is so true.

It is true that it is a new world to be killed by Bai Shadow, and he has reached a new world.

But the cold wind whizes in the valley, the cold, the cold, pulls the deserted my life back.

He suddenly found a thing.

His original clothing has gone, replaced is a set of tattered down jackets, or the kind of child wearing.