"You are the son of the burned witch!"
"The witch Nancy who was burned to death in the mirror, and the blond woman who was cooking meat in the kitchen and waiting for the family reunion, should be your mother, right?"
"Your mother's death should have stimulated you to take the road of black wizard?"
Fang Zheng under the helmet looked at the cloaked man in front of him.
Under the slipped cloak, there was also a handsome blond man's face. The facial features of this blond man vaguely resembled that of a blond woman.
That's why Fang Zheng judged that this black wizard who looked like a young man in his twenties should be the son of the witch Nancy.
As for why half a century has passed, the other party still looks as young as a young man in his twenties? In Western movies or novels, it often appears that the blood and souls of nine virgins are needed to resurrect the queen of the black witch.
Or the old-fashioned plot of keeping the witches young forever with the blood of fresh virgins every day, no
It is estimated that the women who lived in the Middle Ages are going to growl.
Virgin blood at every turn! ! Did the virgin provoke you, or did the virgin eat your rice and step on your coriander field? First, there is the lord's virgin night power, and the witch will take it as a sacrifice.
"Just now I split your mother's body in half. Do I mean that you have a mortal vendetta against me?" Fangzheng held a long knife in his hand, looked at the blond man in front of him, and walked step by step. approach each other.
Shards of glass shards were stepped on under his feet, making a crisp, crackling sound.
The muscles in his arms were tense, like a cheetah ready to go, always ready to pounce and smash the opponent.
"That day...she was at home, just like today, cooking a pot of meat at home, waiting for me to come back from school."
The blond man spoke, his voice was mellow and pleasant, just like his handsome appearance, it was alluring to ordinary people.
When he spoke, his tone was so calm.
No matter how painful the scar is, after half a century of pain, it will eventually become numb from the pain, so numb that you will learn to forget it.
"Then a group of people broke into our house, kicked over dinner, took my mother away..."
"So, at this point in time, she always comes out of the mirror automatically, repeating the scene of the last supper and waiting for me to come home from school every day..."
"Do you know how I escaped that day? I was less than ten years old that year. I jumped into the cesspool in the town. In order to survive, I hid in the cesspool for five days without daring to go out!"
"So I swear! In order to become stronger, I will do whatever it takes! I will not be as cowardly and kind as my mother. I didn't learn to kill for the first time until I was burned to death on the stake by the townspeople!"
The blond man with the cloak falling off his head remained calm, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
While speaking, a completely transparent glass chopping knife appeared in his hand.
"A very pitiful and tragic story!" Fangzheng looked at the blond man in front of him.
"But the intruder! Must die!"
Fangzheng did not hesitate or sympathize, and directly and decisively shot.
Boom!
The ground under his feet collapsed, and under the impetus of tremendous force, Fang Zheng's figure flashed, and it was already like a steel cannonball that was fired at a high speed, and it hit the blond man opposite him heavily.
The long knife in his hand slashed out from top to bottom.
boom! !
With a deafening impact, the transparent chopping knife in the blond man's hand exploded into countless fragments the instant it made contact, and his figure was thrown flying by the domineering force of Fangzheng's knife.
"No mirror!"
"You dare not cast a curse on me!"
"You black wizard's ability has been weakened by half in front of me. You are not even at the peak. What can you use to resist me?"
"Is it powered by love?!"
Fangzheng didn't wait for the blond man to fall to the ground, stepped on his foot, and the man rushed out quickly and without a trace, and directly raised the knife to slash at the blond man again.
"Even using a knife, I am the ancestor of you, a Westerner!!" Fang Zheng said indifferently.
boom!
The blond man in mid-air, under the threat of danger, exploded his potential. He made a delicate move in mid-air, avoiding Fang Zheng's knife in a dangerous and hasty way.
Fangzheng's knife fell through, directly smashing the tile floor, and digging a deep hole in the concrete floor under the tile.
"A pointless struggle!"
The breath in Fangzheng's body changed!
Dragon and Tiger double-shaped gold bell cover! hardening!
boom! boom! boom!
Countless sharp glass shards, under the control of the blond man, set off a violent tornado, which exploded with the ancient clock outside Fang Zheng's body, trying to strangle Fang Zheng.
The sound of the explosion was deafening, and under the impact of extreme speed, countless glasses shattered into powder every second.
Chi! Chi! Chi Chi Chi!
The ancient clock was being cut every minute and every second, shooting out a lot of sparks and making a sharp friction sound like cutting gold and iron.
Fangzheng's entire body was covered in glass shards.
one second,
two seconds,
Suddenly!
A golden figure, tearing up a storm of glass shards, came out of the tornado like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and slashed at the blond man, who took a step back, using air illusion!
Fangzheng turned his sword horizontally, puff!
A string of thin blood beads flew up from the blond man's neck, and he was cut off completely by the ghost knife just a little bit.
The blond man broke out in cold sweat.
His speed, for example, is faster than the first line. This is not an ordinary awakened person, but has reached the level of a night traveler.
Fang Zheng under the helmet had a cold expression on his face.
Infuriating vortex!
In the next second, the blond man realized in horror that he automatically flew towards the enemy, just as he was about to resist this suction force...
"Die!"
Fangzheng yelled violently, and slammed into him at close range. He was like a locomotive weighing more than 100 tons. Boom, boom, boom, the ground shook under his feet, and his feet made deep footprints on the concrete floor. He hit the blond man hard. Chest, click!
Broken bones.
Vomit blood clots.
People flew out like a kite off the string.
But Fangzheng was not willing to let go of the opportunity to pursue the victory, raised his hand and grabbed the blond man's leg, bang!
Hit the ground hard, and with the physical fitness of the Night Tourist, he directly smashed a big hole in the ground.
At the same time, look out for the enemy with true energy!
It's so easy to resist!
The body of the blond man in the pit, ignoring the structure of the human body's bones and joints, twisted 90 degrees strangely like a poisonous snake, and when he wanted to sneak attack Fang Zheng who was close at hand, puff!
The Ghost Head Knife was precise and ruthless, piercing through the chest, and ruthlessly nailed the blond man's body to the ground.
The blond man struggled, roaring in pain, and wanted to pull out the knife, but the scorching innate divine energy attached to the knife made his body burn, and he couldn't struggle with anything.
"who are you!"
"You are so strong, it is impossible to be unknown, why is there no information about you in the information I collected?!"
Fangzheng held the handle of the knife condescendingly, looking at the blond man who was dying and resisting.
"The person who killed you!"
"Night tour envoy, number one prince!"
(end of this chapter)