Wild Journey

Chapter 37 | You are much calmer than Feng Yao

The bullets fired in bursts roared, and the female guests who fled in a hurry were bleeding from their hearts, and fell down in front of several people, dying with regret.

The bullets kept breaking, the wine table at hand was pierced, and sawdust flew everywhere. Si Yuan hurriedly hid behind the table. Feng Yao had no time to be dazed. He sideways avoided the bullets, pulled out the gun from the vase, pulled the bolt to load it, and fired back.

The huge wings are very easy to be shot. The fallen angels retracted their wings one after another and mixed into the crowd. The mercenaries lurking among the guests revolted. The gun battle opened a bloody curtain between the army and the mercenaries.

The flying boat lost its navigator, and it was swaying left and right, and the wind swept in through the broken windows, the blood-stained curtains fluttered, and the wind whimpered in the middle of the night, as if it was crying and whispering from hell.

During the scuffle, Feng Yao was accidentally hit by a bullet in the shoulder. Si Yuan tore off a piece of tablecloth to help bandage him up. He was staggered by the fleeing crowd behind him, his movements inevitably slowed down, and the pain of dealing with the wound became It was long, but fortunately the bullet went straight through, saving the pain of taking it out. Feng Yao gritted his teeth, and his thin and fair muscles were covered with a fine layer of sweat.

"Relax, it will be fine soon." Si Yuan tried to distract Feng Yao's attention, "You may get scars, Yaoyao, you... have a good figure, it's a pity."

Feng Yao squeezed out two words between his teeth: "...Thank you."

As soon as the words finished, the rushing guests suddenly fell down and their bodies were pressed heavily on them. Si Yuan was caught off guard and his hands trembled. Feng Yao gasped in pain. At this moment, a fallen angel held up a table knife, Appeared behind Si Yuan.

Feng Yao hurriedly pushed Si Yuan away, the shining blade pierced straight down, Si Yuan wanted to stop him but it was too late, he opened his eyes wide: "Feng Yao!"

Feng Yao reluctantly lifted the gun, and the muzzle of the gun hit the fallen angel's lower abdomen. He tremblingly pulled the trigger. Amidst the muffled bang bang, the fallen angel's arm lost strength, and the table knife scratched a shallow mark on Feng Yao's neck. , fell to the ground.

Si Yuan looked at the bloody knife marks on Feng Yao's throat in shock, but Feng Yao waved his hand to signal that it would be okay: "Go on, hurry up."

Si Yuan and Feng Yao got to know each other relatively late, and they didn't know about his glorious deeds in K-23 district. They always thought that he was a civil servant who couldn't lift his hands or shoulders. Seeing Feng Yao's calmness now, he couldn't help being a little impressed.

Si Yuan pulled away the fallen angel's body, hurriedly tied the final knot, and chatted with Feng Yao: "Yaoyao, why are you so calm?"

Feng Yao pulled up his skirt: "Thank you, you are quite calm."

Si Yuan said modestly: "I'm not calm, I was very flustered just now."

"Calm down." Mu Han squeezed over from the crowd and said, "You're still talking nonsense at this time, you are much calmer than Feng Yao."

Si Yuan: "..."

There was an uproar near the platform, and the second prince stumbled and ran out of the corridor, looking back in horror, but stumbled and rolled down the stairs staggeringly.

Amidst the din, a few words came, and before Feng Yao could distinguish them, he saw a person walking out from the shadow deep in the corridor.

Black robe, hood, black under the hood, no face.

The illusionist Rong finally appeared.

The second prince was trembling all over, unable to stand up in a panic, he got up on the ground with hands and feet, staggered away from Rong, with no demeanor, and shouted for help: "Help! Come on! Grab him, catch him for me, man!" Where have they all gone!"

The people present were stunned, and for a moment no one dared to move.

Facing the attention of everyone, Rong walked downstairs.

There was a rustling sound behind him, Feng Yao turned his head to look, and saw a man holding a gun and aiming at Rong, but before he pulled the trigger, his movements stopped abruptly.

Rong raised a hand and pointed towards the man in a nonchalant manner.

The man's pupils continued to dilate at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying scene. He froze in place tremblingly. After half a moment, he slowly raised his right hand and aimed the gun at his temple.

boom--

The bullet that was supposed to hit Rong penetrated his head.

Feng Yao faced this absurd death at close range, his eyes were full of astonishment.

In the distance, Rong stopped beside the second prince, his eyes hidden in the darkness seemed to be staring at him intently, his gaze was like an invisible blade of judgment, hanging over his head with a severe chill.

Finally, Rong raised his hand.

The screams of the second prince were drowned in the screams.

Disgusting scenes came one after another, and then, Rong stood on a high place, waved his hand under his robe, and performed group illusion again. In an instant, the sky was covered with swords and rain, and the white light flickered like flying raindrops, coming menacingly and pouring down.

Feng Yao dodged into the corner to hide, the knife scraped past his arm, blood gushed out, he touched the wound, and picked up the blade that fell on the ground, everything was so real.Such a superb illusion, I am afraid it will be difficult to find a second person who can do it.It seems that the illusion not long ago must have been created by Rong Rong. It turned out that they had already fallen into a trap before they knew it.

Perhaps, this banquet was a trap.

All the guests have become a cover for the death of the emperor and the prince, they are victims of the regime, and they must be buried with them for the struggle for kingship.

The fallen angels were not affected by the illusion, and were massacring. The mercenaries retreated steadily under the interference of the illusion, screaming one after another, and the guests collapsed.

Feng Yao was so crowded that he lost his way, and got separated from Mu Han and Si Yuan.

The flying boat tilted suddenly, and he fell to the balcony under the huge momentum. There was a loud bang, and the glass shattered. He was thrown towards the window on the outside of the balcony, his skin carried the weight of his body, it ran over the ground sharply, bloodstained, Feng Yao's expression twitched slightly in pain, before he had time to cry out the pain, the boat bumped again, he was wrapped in debris all over the sky, bang The ground was thrown overboard!

The wind howled suddenly, and Feng Yao grabbed the railing while the sky was spinning.

The sightseeing flying boat does not soar into the clouds like an airplane, but the flying altitude is still very impressive. The sea breeze in the middle of the night whipped up the sky violently. Feng Yao hangs from the balcony and looks at the unreachable sea. Dazed for a while, he closed his eyes, took a short break, and began to climb up.

The cracks in the boat became more and more serious, broken bricks, rubble, cups and dishes smashed towards Feng Yao, countless objects passed him by, fell into the sky, and turned into distant black spots.There was tearing pain from the gunshot wound on his shoulder, Feng Yao couldn't use his strength, he struggled for a long time, but he couldn't get up and down.

During this short period of time, some distracting thoughts flashed through Feng Yao's mind for no reason. He thought, falling from such a height and landing on land, he would definitely be crushed to pieces. After all, there are sharks in the sea, the water is cold, and...he can't swim.

What should I do...are I really going to die?

Feng Yao's consciousness gradually slackened, his arms became more and more sore, his knuckles turned white due to excessive force, and he was trembling between slack and persistence.

The red wine bottle hit the floor, the liquid dripped, and a few drops fell into Feng Yao's eyes. He narrowed his eyes uncomfortably, and finally couldn't hold on any longer. He let go of his hand. His heartbeat missed half a beat, he half closed his eyes, and seemed to see a hand in his vacant vision.