Zhao Xiaokui raised his eyes.

There was darkness all around, and only a beam of white light fell on her.

The amber eyes are as clear as Wang Qingquan under the light.

She seemed to smile slightly, then lowered her eyes, holding the microphone with her slender fingers, and the singing lightly rang leisurely.

Lin Bai and Gou Rixin buttoned their earphones when the singing sounded.

The harsh noise sounded, but the two of them felt calm and calm.

"Here."

The two assigned the task separately act.

The big sofa prepared by the organizer for the guests was suddenly soft like a ball of cotton, and people couldn't help but sink into it.

One by one, people slowly closed their eyes and slumped on the sofa, with a very soft smile on their lips when they were sleeping.

It seems to be caught in a dream.

Outside the cruise ship, the warship was connected to the side, and a series of dark black figures, tiptoes, like cats, quietly boarded the deck.

The waiter hadn't reacted yet, he was covered with his mouth and nose, and passed out in a coma among the anesthetic drugs released by the gloves.

The singing continued.

Zhu Wei clicked on his earphones and warned: "You are never allowed to take off the earphones without permission."

Zhao Xiaokui's singing is indeed a weapon beyond imagination.

It is a pity that there is no difference in the range of strikes. Once the big move is opened, no matter the enemy or friend, as long as they are in the affected area, they can't escape the fate of blood loss.

At this time, the waiters who were still patrolling outside or were members of the security guards, almost none of them were extraordinary. If they weren't assisted by Zhao Xiaokui's singing, they would not have been so easily taken by them.

Someone in the banquet hall finally noticed something was wrong.

The first thing that was found to be abnormal was the witch wearing a hood and hiding her face under the cloth.

In the era when the extraordinary civilization was cut off, to become a qualified witch requires an excellent talent. In the prediction of crisis, this witch believes that she ranks second among the people she knows, and no one ranks first.

Before attending the banquet, her heart was faintly disturbed, but this slight anxiety was not enough to make her give up going to the banquet.

After all, China has a vast land and abundant resources, and many treasures were discovered in this vast land. If you refuse to take this risk, you are destined to not get what you want. On the way to the extraordinary, you will always have to sacrifice. Just work.

When the singing sounded, she realized that the singer in the center of the stage had the blood of the legendary mermaid.

In her singing, her painful soul was soothed, the screams and tweets she often heard, and the crazy whispers gradually faded away. If it weren’t for knowing that the singer’s worth would be beyond her imagination, I'm afraid she is fighting the risk of bankruptcy, and she will also take the singer home to be her own spiritual comforter.

But when she was halfway through the singing, she suddenly realized that her nerves seemed to be too relaxed.

There is no weird whispering, and the soul feels as if soaked in warm water, the pain that haunted her in the past is gone, and she becomes like an ordinary person...

Like an ordinary person.

This is where she woke her up.

The witch has long been accustomed to strength that always comes with pain. Although the two are incomparable, in her heart, these two things are almost equal.

The disappearance of pain is equal to the disappearance of strength.

The second one who found something was wrong was a man sitting on the vampire seat.

His hair is black and his eyes are black. The color is dark like crow wings, but his skin is white like a pale rose after being crushed and washed and faded. When facing Zhao Xiaokui, he gently raised the wine glass in his hand. , The posture is casual and natural, as if he did not feel the crisis at this moment at all.

Zhao Xiaokui looked at him.

The young men and women stared at each other, one tall and elegant, the other handsome and noble, as if countless emotions were flowing in their eyes.

"boom--"

The loud clashing sound alarmed the Nightcrawler soldiers who were exploring everywhere. They stopped their movements and turned their heads subconsciously to look in the direction of the sound.

what happened?

"Everyone on the deck step back!"

Suddenly, two figures slammed out of the hall in the middle of the cruise ship and landed straight on the deck.

Zhao Xiaokui has torn off her dress, wearing black shorts and matching a black vest, her hair is pulled behind her head by a fork, she knelt on one knee, lifted her head gently, and spit out a strand of shreds that she accidentally held in her mouth. hair.

Opposite her, was the vampire count, a third-order transcendent who also had torn his dress.

Or maybe, the revival of Cthulhu.

"I smell an ancient breath in you, my dear, you don't have to fight against me, you know, as long as we join hands..."

"A lot of nonsense."

Zhao Xiaokui flicked his hand to his side, and his sharp nails came out.

She rushed forward and fought with the resuscitator.

From the time the resuscitator appeared, she knew that she and the cruise ship had no chance of getting together and getting apart.

She wants to guard and maintain the order of the world, and the resuscitator is like a virus code that destroys the system. When the two meet, there is no possibility of peace.

But the opposite seemed to think she was the same type of people as them, and kept bewitching Zhao Xiaokui to switch camps and join them.

Zhao Xiaokui thought he was playing with this group of people when he was silly.

The biggest advantage of vampires is speed, Zhao Xiaokui saw this when he just returned from the mermaid world.

Today's Count Dracula, let her deepen this experience.

Her speed is not slow, but the vampire count of the same order is obviously faster.

He is like a light, and ordinary people can only see a long series of shadows in the blinking, like a movie jam.

Even a Tier 3 master like Zhu Wei can only capture a disappearing figure. After bringing himself into the role of Zhao Xiaokui, he has to admit sadly that if there is no assistance from foreign objects, he will face this vampire. , I am afraid he only has to die.

Is the third-tier vampire count so powerful?

You think too much.

If Zhao Xiaokui knew what he was thinking, he would be so lamented.

The resuscitator is like a person who was reborn and returned to elementary school when he was at the peak of the third year of high school. He went back to the past in his best state and wanted to climb to the top again. It was just a matter of time. Before that, every time he climbed , Are more relaxed and labor-saving than those who are on the road for the first time.

Similarly, the combat experience is much richer than ordinary people.

Zhao Xiaokui's speed is not slow.

Mermaid is a singer and a natural melee warrior.

Zhao Xiaokui absorbed the knowledge from the mermaid statue and erased the uneasy and kindly left consciousness of the other party, but the experience and knowledge passed down in the bloodline was retained.

In many cases, Zhao Xiaokui's movements are made before his brain consciousness.

She didn't even have time to calculate how long she had been fighting the Count Dracula.

Vampires are notoriously high endurance extraordinary races, and Zhao Xiaokui——

This is on the sea, on the sea, her home court!

Endless water elements poured into her body, and the world seemed to be echoing with her. There was huge pressure surging with her in every gesture.

Zhu Wei had to shout: "Leave the cruise ship and fight at sea!"

If the fight continues, the ship will collapse!

Zhao Xiaokui's eyes had already turned dark gold, and she separated from the vampire, and quickly hit each other.

Hearing Zhu Wei's voice, she grabbed the vampire's arm without saying a word, and threw it to the sea.

Vampires can stay in the air for a short time or even fly.

On the sea, Zhao Xiaokui also possesses similar abilities.

But unlike the vampire who hovered directly in the air, there was a huge water column under her feet.

Countless water jets rushed out of the water one after another, and each of them seemed to be calculated, falling just right under Zhao Xiaokui's feet, providing her with support.

"Fuck... it's **** like watching a movie."

The fighting scenes in front of me are not much better than those in science fiction movies.

The auction hall was opened, and restraint rings were buckled around his neck.

Shen Zhifei had a face-to-face meeting with Bai Jingru and the members of the night-holder. Shen Zhifei didn't see Zhao Xiaokui's figure and couldn't help but ask: "Where is Xiaokui?"

The masked nightman said in a muffled voice: "Team Zhao is dealing with that Tier 3 vampire."

Shen Zhifei ran out quickly.

Bai Jingru followed her closely and also chased it out.

When approaching the door, a picture suddenly flashed through Shen Zhifei's mind.

She turned around abruptly, pulled out the Mucang branch around her waist, and squeezed the trigger toward a corner in the dark.

With a bang, a figure suddenly fell to the ground, and the Zhiyeren not far in front of him suddenly turned around and pressed the person to the ground.

Someone whispered: "Thank you."

Shen Zhifei didn't listen. She just suddenly predicted that a low-level transcendent escaped from the hypnotism of Zhao Xiaokui's singing. The body thought first, and turned around to solve this small problem.

She ran to the balcony, leaned forward, and looked at the scene not far away.

Under the moonlight, every collision between Zhao Xiaokui and the vampire was accompanied by loud noises and splashes.

She could see that in the vampire's body, there was a strong black energy tumbling and transpiring, like a beast bound in its body, about to move.

A heart raised his throat.

Bai Jingru also watched the scene before him, feeling an unparalleled shock.

There was a certain emotion in her chest, and in front of such a magnificent and mysterious world, the darkness she had experienced and the pain she had suffered seemed to have become so insignificant.

Huge forces are colliding.

Her eyes are getting brighter.

The metal railing gradually changed shape under her hands.

At this time, a staggering figure suddenly rushed out of the room beside them, and saw the two ladies standing by the railing. The man who managed to escape the arrest of the nightman suddenly showed a hideous expression on his face. Smile.

He rushed towards Bai Jingru.

The night-keeper who followed him closely, just raised the wooden warehouse in his hand, Bai Jingru had already tipped him to the ground neatly, her slender white fingers pinched his neck tightly, and directly pinched a big man's face. Blushing, eyes widened, breathless.

The night-keeper who was watching this scene was slightly shocked.

He knew that Bai Jingru was a friend of Zhao Xiaokui, but didn't the information say that she was an ordinary person?

Now that ordinary people are so awesome, can they overthrow the transcendent casually?

Or is that man too weak?

Bai Jingru didn't put too much experience on the assailant. After handing him over to the night-holder, he turned his gaze to the distant sea again.

At this time, Zhao Xiaokui just pinched the neck of the vampire-just like her.

She leaned down and rushed to the sea with all the strength.

The huge impact even made the sea surface depression.

After a while, the sea water surged towards the middle like a delay.

The Count Dracula's eyes widened.

At this time, he no longer has the grace and beauty of ten minutes ago, his hair is messy, his face is full of scars, and his clothes are even more torn.

Among his black eyes, a hand with sharp claws reached out to his brain.

After a while, a dark shadow was caught out of his brain, accompanied by a shrill cry.

"I won't let you go--"

Zhao Xiaokui said softly: "You have no chance."

The 918th rule of the doctrine of destiny-

Extraordinary independence.

That is, the same transcendent can only exist in the same world.

The emergence of a resuscitation body means that all other back players are void.

The resuscitator is dead and wants to find another chance to enter this world...

Dream it!