With a flash of thought, Gao Yang reacted.
There is a record on the talent table. The limit distance of level 3 teleportation is 7 meters, while the ghost horse is about ten meters away from the dragon. He cannot get close to the dragon in an instant.
Therefore, the ghost horse deliberately killed Gao Yang first, which was just a feint attack, in order to deceive the fighter to come and parry, and at the same time, perform two teleportation to ensure that one strike is hit.
Of course... to kill you.
Before the ghostly words were finished, the person had disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, he teleported to the dragon's heart, and the black claw in his hand stabbed the dragon's heart.
Douhu took action to save Gao Yang out of a combat instinct. When he realized that he was in the time, it was too late.
At this moment, Douhu was facing away from the dragon. No matter how powerful the explosive power was, he could not turn around and catch up with the teleporting ghost horse.
However, deep down in Douhu's heart, he was not worried that if the dragon was killed like this, he would not be qualified to be the leader of the twelve zodiac signs.
Sure enough, the black claw knife stopped one inch from the dragon's heart, and the entire stopping movement was also followed by the entire action of the monster.
A trace of indescribable shock and confusion flashed in the ghost's eyes.
Although the ghost horse does not know what the dragon's talent is, it can be roughly judged that the dragon has some kind of mental control and can control the target's thoughts to a certain extent within a certain range.
The ghost has already taken this into consideration. After all, dominating thoughts does not mean dominating actions, nor does it mean ignoring physical rules.
The spike built on teleportation is very fast. Even if the dragon controls the thoughts of the ghost in time, the body of the ghost will complete the assassination due to its powerful inertia.
But the fact is that the ghost's body was also instantly frozen, ignoring the physical rules.If it weren't for yourself that you could still think, breathe, and blink, the ghost horse simply suspected that the dragon pressed the time pause button.
There was endless regret in the dragon's eyes: It was a terrible horse, we didn't have to go to this point.
The blue veins swelled up on his forehead, and he burst out with all his strength, using every muscle in his body to try to break free from the invisible bondage around him, but to no avail.
A few seconds later, he let out a deep breath and gave up his struggle.
The ghost smiled faintly, and a relief-like fatigue appeared on his face: I have been as cautious as possible over the years, but I still underestimated you.
Long silently said nothing.
Dragon, you are no longer a human, but a monster.
The dragon stretched out his hand and took off the black claw knife from the ghost horse's hand. If you want to defeat the evil dragon, you must first become the evil dragon.
Such victory is meaningless.The ghost said.
Victory is the meaning.Long said.
Ghostly, who do you serve?What is the purpose?Douhu hurriedly shouted: As long as you answer honestly, there is still room for things!
Don't waste your time, do it.The ghost is ready to die.
Ten seconds passed silently.
The dragon confirmed his determination in the eyes of the ghost.
Goodbye, bad luck.
The dragon stabbed the claw knife in his hand into the heart of the ghost horse. The movements were sparse and ordinary, and even a little casual, just like inserting a plastic knife into the butter cake.
A strange scene happened, and no blood gushed in his chest, or even blood spilled out.
Long turned around, slowly left the conference table, and walked to Gao Yang: Are you okay?
……fine.Gao Yang's throat was tight. It was more shocked by the terrifying and weird talent than being scared by the assassination of the ghost.
Perhaps, the ghost horse is right, the dragon is no longer a human, but a monster.
The only thing that is thankful is that I am now in the same camp as monsters.
That's good.A trace of loss flashed in my longan's eyes. I don't want to lose two companions in a day.
After Long finished speaking, he snapped his fingers gently.
Pork
Blood gushed out of Guima's chest, and Guima's body was freed from its restraint. He rolled down from the conference table, almost without any struggle, and died quietly in his pool of blood.
I don’t know how long it has passed, Douhu broke his silence: Go out, leave it here to the White Rabbit to save the aftermath.
Gao Yang did not say a word and followed Long and Douhu to leave the conference room.
In the outer room of the conference room, the other members were there, and everyone's faces had different expressions.There is shock, calmness, indifference, ignorance, and sadness.
The white rabbit's face was calm, but a trace of sadness flowed in his eyes. Is the traitor a traitor a wicked person?
Neither the dragon nor the Douhu answered.
The white rabbit had no choice but to look at Gao Yang. Gao Yang met her gaze, hesitated for two seconds, and nodded slightly.
Already... The white rabbit thought about the wording and was executed?
Gao Yang nodded again.
He was very depressed, why did this bad guy do Ah by himself?
He could clearly feel the disappointment of Baitu and other team members. Emotionally, they might have hoped that Gao Yang was the traitor.
The white rabbit's eyes drooped, and his throat choked with indescribable sobs.
She looked up and looked at Tengu: Help me to cure the aftermath.
Tengu was also in a low mood, and he followed Baitu into the conference room speechlessly.
Long's face was a little pale, and his voice was filled with a faint sense of fatigue: I am tired, so I won't attend the funeral, everyone will mourn.
You take a break, leave the rest to me.
Douhu sighed deeply and announced: Unfortunately, the ghost is a traitor. We have given him a chance, but he made his own choice.An hour later, we went to Taipingqiao Cemetery to send the ghost horse on our last journey.
The singer's eyes were red and her voice was choked: Captain, can I go in and look at him?
Long nodded slightly, I'm sorry.
No, you just did what you should do.The singer shook her head and turned around and walked into the conference room. Her back was strong and sad.
……
Half an hour later, the snake room and the Qingling dormitory.
When Gao Yang told Qingling and Officer Huang about everything that happened in the conference room, the three of them fell into a brief silence.
Officer Huang lit a cigarette, grabbed it in his hand for a long time and forgot to smoke it, and a piece of ashes fell silently.
Qing Ling sat cross-legged on the bed, looking straight, thinking.
Did you all hear it just now?Officer Huang spoke first: The voice in his ear.
I heard it.Qingling frowned. She was the first to get up at that time. I hated that feeling.
I don't like it very much either.Officer Huang bounced the ashes again, and the dragon seemed to be able to control our thoughts and let us act according to his will.
Saying that the control is inaccurate, Gao Yang recalled his feelings at that time, more like, guidance.
right!guide.
Officer Huang agreed very much: I didn’t resist at that time, nor did I feel that I was being controlled by someone. I felt that I should stand up and leave the conference room, as if I was convinced by that voice.
This is terrible.
Gao Yang looked down at his right hand, and there was a faint white pattern on his finger, which was the traces after being blown up by the Red Crazy and being repaired by the Cute Sheep.
If we are controlled, we will at least resist, but if we don’t feel that we are controlled, we will not resist.
indeed.Officer Huang nodded and said: Just imagine, if Long asked me to accept that ‘suicide’ was a reasonable act, would I commit suicide immediately?
Officer Huang immediately shook his head, no, it's impossible, it shouldn't be so terrifying.If it really reaches this level, it is not the same as God. It takes so much effort to establish an organization that one person can finish everything.
I hope it will be.Gao Yang kept his reservations, and Long's final method of controlling the ghost was almost the same as God.
Officer Huang remembered something again and looked at Gao Yang: By the way, where did you go last night?How to be with the White Rabbit?
Gao Yang's chest tightened, and Wan Sisi's face appeared again.
He was hesitating whether to say anything, when Qingling's cell phone rang, she glanced at it and said lightly: I'm going to Taipingqiao Cemetery.
Gao Yang also received a group message from Bai Tu. He took back his cell phone and stood up: Go to the ghost funeral first.
There is a record on the talent table. The limit distance of level 3 teleportation is 7 meters, while the ghost horse is about ten meters away from the dragon. He cannot get close to the dragon in an instant.
Therefore, the ghost horse deliberately killed Gao Yang first, which was just a feint attack, in order to deceive the fighter to come and parry, and at the same time, perform two teleportation to ensure that one strike is hit.
Of course... to kill you.
Before the ghostly words were finished, the person had disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, he teleported to the dragon's heart, and the black claw in his hand stabbed the dragon's heart.
Douhu took action to save Gao Yang out of a combat instinct. When he realized that he was in the time, it was too late.
At this moment, Douhu was facing away from the dragon. No matter how powerful the explosive power was, he could not turn around and catch up with the teleporting ghost horse.
However, deep down in Douhu's heart, he was not worried that if the dragon was killed like this, he would not be qualified to be the leader of the twelve zodiac signs.
Sure enough, the black claw knife stopped one inch from the dragon's heart, and the entire stopping movement was also followed by the entire action of the monster.
A trace of indescribable shock and confusion flashed in the ghost's eyes.
Although the ghost horse does not know what the dragon's talent is, it can be roughly judged that the dragon has some kind of mental control and can control the target's thoughts to a certain extent within a certain range.
The ghost has already taken this into consideration. After all, dominating thoughts does not mean dominating actions, nor does it mean ignoring physical rules.
The spike built on teleportation is very fast. Even if the dragon controls the thoughts of the ghost in time, the body of the ghost will complete the assassination due to its powerful inertia.
But the fact is that the ghost's body was also instantly frozen, ignoring the physical rules.If it weren't for yourself that you could still think, breathe, and blink, the ghost horse simply suspected that the dragon pressed the time pause button.
There was endless regret in the dragon's eyes: It was a terrible horse, we didn't have to go to this point.
The blue veins swelled up on his forehead, and he burst out with all his strength, using every muscle in his body to try to break free from the invisible bondage around him, but to no avail.
A few seconds later, he let out a deep breath and gave up his struggle.
The ghost smiled faintly, and a relief-like fatigue appeared on his face: I have been as cautious as possible over the years, but I still underestimated you.
Long silently said nothing.
Dragon, you are no longer a human, but a monster.
The dragon stretched out his hand and took off the black claw knife from the ghost horse's hand. If you want to defeat the evil dragon, you must first become the evil dragon.
Such victory is meaningless.The ghost said.
Victory is the meaning.Long said.
Ghostly, who do you serve?What is the purpose?Douhu hurriedly shouted: As long as you answer honestly, there is still room for things!
Don't waste your time, do it.The ghost is ready to die.
Ten seconds passed silently.
The dragon confirmed his determination in the eyes of the ghost.
Goodbye, bad luck.
The dragon stabbed the claw knife in his hand into the heart of the ghost horse. The movements were sparse and ordinary, and even a little casual, just like inserting a plastic knife into the butter cake.
A strange scene happened, and no blood gushed in his chest, or even blood spilled out.
Long turned around, slowly left the conference table, and walked to Gao Yang: Are you okay?
……fine.Gao Yang's throat was tight. It was more shocked by the terrifying and weird talent than being scared by the assassination of the ghost.
Perhaps, the ghost horse is right, the dragon is no longer a human, but a monster.
The only thing that is thankful is that I am now in the same camp as monsters.
That's good.A trace of loss flashed in my longan's eyes. I don't want to lose two companions in a day.
After Long finished speaking, he snapped his fingers gently.
Pork
Blood gushed out of Guima's chest, and Guima's body was freed from its restraint. He rolled down from the conference table, almost without any struggle, and died quietly in his pool of blood.
I don’t know how long it has passed, Douhu broke his silence: Go out, leave it here to the White Rabbit to save the aftermath.
Gao Yang did not say a word and followed Long and Douhu to leave the conference room.
In the outer room of the conference room, the other members were there, and everyone's faces had different expressions.There is shock, calmness, indifference, ignorance, and sadness.
The white rabbit's face was calm, but a trace of sadness flowed in his eyes. Is the traitor a traitor a wicked person?
Neither the dragon nor the Douhu answered.
The white rabbit had no choice but to look at Gao Yang. Gao Yang met her gaze, hesitated for two seconds, and nodded slightly.
Already... The white rabbit thought about the wording and was executed?
Gao Yang nodded again.
He was very depressed, why did this bad guy do Ah by himself?
He could clearly feel the disappointment of Baitu and other team members. Emotionally, they might have hoped that Gao Yang was the traitor.
The white rabbit's eyes drooped, and his throat choked with indescribable sobs.
She looked up and looked at Tengu: Help me to cure the aftermath.
Tengu was also in a low mood, and he followed Baitu into the conference room speechlessly.
Long's face was a little pale, and his voice was filled with a faint sense of fatigue: I am tired, so I won't attend the funeral, everyone will mourn.
You take a break, leave the rest to me.
Douhu sighed deeply and announced: Unfortunately, the ghost is a traitor. We have given him a chance, but he made his own choice.An hour later, we went to Taipingqiao Cemetery to send the ghost horse on our last journey.
The singer's eyes were red and her voice was choked: Captain, can I go in and look at him?
Long nodded slightly, I'm sorry.
No, you just did what you should do.The singer shook her head and turned around and walked into the conference room. Her back was strong and sad.
……
Half an hour later, the snake room and the Qingling dormitory.
When Gao Yang told Qingling and Officer Huang about everything that happened in the conference room, the three of them fell into a brief silence.
Officer Huang lit a cigarette, grabbed it in his hand for a long time and forgot to smoke it, and a piece of ashes fell silently.
Qing Ling sat cross-legged on the bed, looking straight, thinking.
Did you all hear it just now?Officer Huang spoke first: The voice in his ear.
I heard it.Qingling frowned. She was the first to get up at that time. I hated that feeling.
I don't like it very much either.Officer Huang bounced the ashes again, and the dragon seemed to be able to control our thoughts and let us act according to his will.
Saying that the control is inaccurate, Gao Yang recalled his feelings at that time, more like, guidance.
right!guide.
Officer Huang agreed very much: I didn’t resist at that time, nor did I feel that I was being controlled by someone. I felt that I should stand up and leave the conference room, as if I was convinced by that voice.
This is terrible.
Gao Yang looked down at his right hand, and there was a faint white pattern on his finger, which was the traces after being blown up by the Red Crazy and being repaired by the Cute Sheep.
If we are controlled, we will at least resist, but if we don’t feel that we are controlled, we will not resist.
indeed.Officer Huang nodded and said: Just imagine, if Long asked me to accept that ‘suicide’ was a reasonable act, would I commit suicide immediately?
Officer Huang immediately shook his head, no, it's impossible, it shouldn't be so terrifying.If it really reaches this level, it is not the same as God. It takes so much effort to establish an organization that one person can finish everything.
I hope it will be.Gao Yang kept his reservations, and Long's final method of controlling the ghost was almost the same as God.
Officer Huang remembered something again and looked at Gao Yang: By the way, where did you go last night?How to be with the White Rabbit?
Gao Yang's chest tightened, and Wan Sisi's face appeared again.
He was hesitating whether to say anything, when Qingling's cell phone rang, she glanced at it and said lightly: I'm going to Taipingqiao Cemetery.
Gao Yang also received a group message from Bai Tu. He took back his cell phone and stood up: Go to the ghost funeral first.
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