Crowley has pressed a button in the corner, and a steel door has fallen from the sky, splitting him and Crowley at both ends.

It’s really organic … Qin Jing touched the smooth steel bar in front of him and couldn’t help thinking.
A screen came down overhead, and Crowley’s face appeared on the screen.
"As far as I know, there are two kinds of creatures in this world that need human skins with human breath, one is an angel and the other is a demon, and it happens that these two kinds of creatures are few in the world to send." Crowley raised his voice. "I don’t think Ge belongs to these two kinds of creatures."
Qin Jing looked up at Crowley and couldn’t help laughing. "Then you think this wall can block me in?"
"This is a steel plate with a thickness of more than centimeters. I think Ge hasn’t brought such a powerful weapon with him yet."
Qin Jing’s smile didn’t change. He shook his head and put the sickle of death in the hidden ring. "I’ve always been an angel who knows how to listen to orders and I can’t think, fool?"
He raised his hand to "break the road and fall into flames."
In Crawley’s dumbfounded eyes, the young figure appeared in front of him again after the steel plate that was impregnable in his mouth blew out a big hole.
Qin Jing moved too fast for him to put in that secret room, and several machines have not moved yet.
"Talking too much is not a good thing." Qin Jing looked at a dozen extra security guards and turned to Crowley and said that he adjusted his collar in his rest.
"I’m a psychic, and although I can usually be attached to something similar to a ghost, it’s just my specialty to deal with you who are spiritual people."
After saying his word, Qin Jing was already moving. He suddenly appeared in front of a security guard and waved a fist straight. There seemed to be Guanghua circulation. A man of nearly 200 kilograms flew out like a kite.
"The first one," he said softly.
At this time, the remaining talents reacted to the whole room. It’s a pity that for people like Qin Jing, the guns in it have been completely lost at such a close distance. At that time, there seemed to be a number of Qin Jing figures in front of everyone’s eyes … Qin Jing went out with one punch and one foot, and it was strange that he didn’t get up again. After several breaths, Qin Jing and Crawley were still in the room.
Although hell demons will learn some abilities that even Qin Jing finds difficult at a certain time, what they can do for these new demons is to be stronger than ordinary people and faster than ordinary people.
Qin Jing clapped his hands and turned to look at the whole petrochemical Crawley. He didn’t speak yet. Suddenly, his chest was hot and he was lying on the ground. The demons opened their eyes together to reveal their dark eyes. Their bodies began to shine with golden light to reveal the white bones in their skins.
In this case, Qin Jing has seen a vision when Sam directly kills the demon through the skin after drinking enough demon blood.
What the hell is going on here …
At this time, the black smoke from the demon body flew out from the dozen skins, and suddenly got into Qin Jing’s chest, heart and lungs, which seemed to melt away. It was getting hotter and hotter. Qin Jing covered his chest and he finally knew what caused all this …
That soul bead …
At the same time, the sickle lay quietly in the hidden ring and began to fidget …
It’s been hundreds of years since Crawley came into this world. I’m afraid he hasn’t seen such a strange thing. A human being is so strong, and he swallowed more than a dozen demons.
He shook his head to calm himself down. Although the scene before him was strange, the boy was still a human. Crowley quietly took out his last card from his pocket-the colt when he covered his chest with the boy …
"Bang!" Colt bounced out, but still didn’t hit the boy. A huge sickle nearly ten feet long appeared in the boy’s hand, which blocked the bouncing. The sickle was scarlet like blood flow, and the tail was spine-like.
"This is this is not this is a sickle of death? ！” Feel that suffocating breath of the sickle, Crowley could hardly breathe. He had this sickle for more than 100 year. Although he had tried to kill the devil with this sickle, he had never seen this sickle burst out with such breath …
For the first time, the sickle of death showed its true colors to its former owner …
For a moment, the boy suddenly appeared in front of him and looked at him with great interest, holding Colt in his hand, but now Crowley was overwhelmed by the red sickle and could watch the gun in his hand be taken away.
"I didn’t expect Colt to be in your hands at this time." Qin Jing looked at Crowley, who was gradually showing signs of despair. "He deserves to be the king of the crossroads."
The prototype of sickle is the protagonist sickle love in the blood of the holy ghost, although I don’t describe it very sweaty.
Chapter 11 Force
After taking care of Crawley and his entourage Qin Jing, he went straight back to Zhongzhou team. He could not leave Zhongzhou team for a while, and there was another accident like last night.
This time, it was a big harvest to get the sickle of death, which showed that Ryan, the god of death, was buried in his body and the soul bead could touch the sickle power, but the demon body turned out to be the soul bead’s appetite, which had already surprised Qin Jing very much.
Later, he went to the collection and looked for the things left in the collection with the sickle of death. Unfortunately, he didn’t know any of the gods and didn’t show them anything important.
Rushed back to the two-story villa now seems to be still nothing happened inside Qin Jing is also a sigh of relief.
"You’re back" opened the door because Ming Yan Wei Qin Jing smiled at her out of the corner of his eye, but now everyone is sitting around a plot character and two fbi people look bad.
"You said let us see where the truth is and how long are you going to keep us here?" At the sight of the door disappeared from noon Qin Jingwen immediately sit still cried.
Qin Jing blocked his ears. "How can you fbi do great things if you are so impatient?" He came over and sat in the Zhongzhou team. "You will let you see the truth before long."
"I tell you you’d better let us go as soon as possible." Wenner pointed to himself and Cyric and pointed to the six plot characters behind him. "Do you know that illegally detaining others has violated the federal law …"
Qin Jing continued to cover his ears. He turned to look at him and sat next to him. Ming Yan Wei laughed. "How come every American law enforcement officer is so repetitive like a teacher?"
"You didn’t come back, but we were nagged by him all night." Ming Yan Wei complained.
Wenner rang rang for a while, and now the remaining people either said this in twos and threes or bowed their heads with a poker face and didn’t know what to think. No one was listening to himself, even the characters he wanted to protect bowed their heads and didn’t know what to say.
One-night affair
It’s been 24 hours since a person had an accident, but Qin Jing didn’t know when an accident would come, and he couldn’t sleep peacefully almost all night.
After a personal accident, no one dared to sleep alone in the room. Everyone fell asleep on the sand, which made Wenner and Cyric very puzzled, but they also curled up in the corner of the living room sand very well
Qin Jing leaned against a chair and dozed off. Suddenly, the distance came and the engine was rebuilt. He raised his eyes but didn’t speak.
A lot of rolled-up fishing lines were piled up in a garbage not far from the house. This is the house occupied by Zhongzhou team. It seems that the original owner of this house used to be fishing and burning friends. There are many fishing rods and fishing lines in the room. This thing is an accident of death. Classic props must not appear in the scope of this house. Zhan Lan asked Zhongzhou team newcomers to receive them and throw them out.
The garbage truck drove up, and the cleaning staff put the garbage into the car, and raced past the garbage truck overnight.
"It’s really killing a group of people." The cleaner cursed low, saying that he didn’t see a white fishing line passing by in the early morning with a racing hook and a fishhook …
Teacher Liu Dun woke up. She looked a little farther away from them and closed her eyes. Qin Jing and the table were littered with plastic bags and shook her head briefly.
She hasn’t been able to sleep well these days. As soon as she closes her eyes, she seems to remember that the airflow generated by the explosion of the plane wrapped around her body and it seemed to burn her.