"The owner of Kuchahuzhuang usually calls himself a brother to the owner of Mingbao, but the owner of Mingbao has only been away for two years, yet he did such a thing."
"Don't tell me, Chahuzhuang was originally a tyrant in Hangzhou, and it is also the home of the richest people in the south of the Yangtze River. Maybe people just don't like Yeluobao and want to replace it?"
"Bah! Just rely on him! Is Yeluobao that easy to provoke? Not to mention Yeluobao is one of the five palaces of Nanjin, but there is also Jinyuxuan of Wutong in Hangzhou. You said that Jinyuxuan's heroines are so talented. Vegetarian? Whoever provokes them will turn you into a meatloaf with one stick."
"Today, I want to know how powerful our Giant Swordsmen are from those idiots like Chahuzhuang!"
In the Central Plains dialect, this should be called united will.
These men from the Giant Swordsmen, carrying knives and axes, kept chasing the people from Chahuzhuang and Million Qianzhuang. The scene is really pleasing to the eye. The blood spots falling from the occasional fight are even more refreshing.
However, it was still too warm.
There are still some exciting things missing. There is so-called fighting spirit in this high-spirited emotion and shouting, but it still lacks the most manic killing intent. Without the sharpness and blood that can stab people just by being there.
"They ran into the alley! Don't let it go, catch them all!!"
Clan Master Chen of Judaomen commanded Ruoding, but suddenly stopped, as if he saw something rare, his eyes widened.
"Hey, where did this kid come from?"
A child also rushed out diagonally from the street, walking small and hastily, as if running for his life.
Perhaps out of the so-called chivalrous heart, the master of Judaomen stopped in his busy schedule and let his brothers go first. He went straight to the child.
"Child! Come here and I'll take you home. There's chaos in the streets, don't get hurt."
Strange to say, the more he yelled at the child, the more he ran, and he ran so fast that the Sect Master of the Giant Sword Sect couldn't catch up. After running wildly, he finally reached out and intercepted the child. When he stopped, he realized that he was breathing rapidly, and he almost suspected that his martial arts had regressed.
"Son, don't run around, this place is not safe. Tell uncle where your parents are, and I'll take you home."
However, it is still more important to care about the safety of children first and foremost.
But the boy's answer was unexpected.
"Yes, indeed, very unsafe."
In addition to the indifferent tone of this answer, there was another phenomenon that surprised Clan Master Chen.
As soon as the child opened his mouth, Clan Master Chen immediately changed color. The voice was deep and hoarse, it was difficult to distinguish male and female, like an old woman living in a desert, and an old man living in a marsh. It had to be matched with such a background, otherwise it would not be able to make such a strange voice. Sect Master Chen couldn't remember what it was like for a while. In short, it's not the voice that a child should have, and it doesn't even look like a human being.
Thinking of the speed of the child's running, he couldn't catch up, and he still didn't understand that he was in the game.
Clan Master Chen pulled out his hands in horror, but at the moment when his arm was swung back, a sudden silver light galloped, first his wrist hurt, then his arm became cold, and then he saw a large stream of thick and fresh red liquid that never knew why. sprayed out. When I came back to my senses, I realized that my wrists and arms had been removed all at once.
Of course, that silver light was formed by a sharp weapon quickly. First, the wrist was cut off from the bone connection, and then the arm was removed from the bottom to the top, in a clear order.
Sect Master Chen realized that it was just a face-to-face meeting, and it was already at the juncture of life and death. Judaomen has a history of more than 100 years using this big sword as its soldier. The first lesson of getting started is to practice this routine of probing the hand and drawing the knife. Clan Master Chen can be the master of a sect. This basic skill can be called a thousand trials and hardships, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is as fast as lightning.
The big knife fell heavily before the strange child attacked again, and the child had to retreat, opening the space between the two by several feet.
"What the hell are you..."
Forcing back the strange enemy, Sect Master Chen, who had just felt relieved, kept his guard posture and lowered his body as usual, but suddenly noticed that his legs were not obeying orders. No matter how much he wanted to move, it felt like it didn't belong to him from the waist down. Suddenly, the line of sight in front of him crooked, and he clearly didn't want to move, but he fell heavily to the ground.
When it landed, what caught the eyes of Clan Master Chen was the lower body with the remaining legs. Whether it's clothing, the shape of his legs, or the hidden pocket with a unique life-saving weapon hidden at his waist, he repeatedly told him that it was his leg. The bone-cutting pain under his body suddenly came at this moment, telling him the iron-clad fact that he had been cut in half by someone.
A person who cuts in half, if he starts with a clever technique, he will not die in a while. But there is no fear that they will shout, because at this time, they have no strength to shout.
The child's voice was still dry and hissing, like the neighing of an old crow at dusk, like a deadly poison, transmitted from the ear to the body, causing his body and spirit to sink at an incredible speed, and he could no longer move.
"This is the last moment of your life, what do you remember?"
This voice was dangerous and full of temptation like a guide from hell, but it reminded him of the last love in his life unconsciously.
"Child... Farmer... My child... I... "
"very good."
The child's voice is like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, but his tone is in line with his childish face.
"I'll remember your wish, Nong'er~ I'll kill him next time."
"...you... beast!"
The child's last knife cut off Sect Master Chen's shout and head.
Sect Master Chen's life has come to an end.
The child killed the person, carried the head, ran deep into the crowd, found the disciples of the Giant Sword Gate, let go, and threw the head into them. When the human head bounced on the ground like a ball, the screams from the hearts of the giant swordsmen rang out.
At this time, their voices finally brought some sounds of killing that I wanted to hear.
This can be called chaos!
I listened to the sound of Judaomen starting to fight with the people of Chahuzhuang, and I smiled happily, then I walked away slowly and looked for the next target.
Ah yes, look at me, what a rash.
After talking for so long, I haven't introduced myself yet. The child who ended Clan Master Chen's life was me.
For work reasons, my surname is Wang for a short time now.
Chapter 54 In the far north, there is a sprite
Hello everyone, now let me introduce myself once again.
My name is sprite and I come from northern Xinjiang. Hate it, don't feel as if people come from the countryside, our northern Xinjiang also has a big city with a city height of nine layers.
You can also call me spooky sauce. It seems to be the name of Dongying, I think it should be similar to pork sauce, beef sauce, human meat sauce, whatever~
Height is a secret.
Weapons are secrets.
The person you like is also a secret.
The real age is even more secret~secret~yo~
The current job is temporarily a thief, and occasionally a killer. Oh, don't look at people like this, we are not what you think, we are very particular, hehe.
This work is actually very good, the content is simple, and the working atmosphere is relaxed. Although I have to accept other people's strange eyes, my income is very stable and I can travel everywhere. And doesn't it mean that the best thing for a person is to do the job they love the most? Hobbies are the biggest motivation to keep working. It is for this reason that people choose their current jobs.
my hobby? Super public, no secret at all - I love killing people. Oops, but I feel a little shy to say that /(//>3/)/.
Kill with a knife, kill with a gun, kill with a sword, kill with a halberd, kill with poison, kill with water, kill with fire, kill with rock, kill with conspiracy and trick, kill with trap, kill when people are standing, kill when they are sitting, kill when they lie down, kill when they are awake , Killing while dreaming, in short, the scenes that can kill people, I love them very much. Just thinking about it makes me overwhelmed with sweet feelings. The first time to kill was taught to me when I was eight years old. I will always remember that day, when I stabbed the mutton knife into the waist and abdomen of the man who planned to abduct me and kept stirring. It fell into a sea of blood. I kept stirring the knife in my hand, **, and stabbed it again. I seemed to be crying, drooling (oh, when I was a kid), or drooling and snot (blushing) flowing together. Uncontrollably gushing out, I vomited and vomited, like a knife stabbing and stabbing on him, slicing and slicing, all red in my vision.
I feel like I'm dead. Died again and again, came back to life, lived again and again.