The smiling young man patted his belly and said with a smile: "Strength!" When he patted for the third time, he suddenly pulled out a knife from his waist. It was an ordinary knife that can be seen everywhere in the world. Ordinary people often use it to cut watermelons. It was only one foot long, but in his hand, the power of this knife increased by more than a hundred times. wwW!QuanBen-XiaoShuo!coM
It was so fast that it was indistinguishable to human eyes. There was no light, nor any shadow, only a loud "hum" sound, the sound of the blade cutting through the air, which shocked the eardrums and pierced the mind. Han Xiaohan's smile deepened. The opponent's unparalleled knife immediately stimulated his blood to the peak. He did not move, and even his shoulders did not shake. It seemed that the frost was in his hands from beginning to end. "Dang!" There was a faint sound, and the smiling man stood back to his original position, with a trace of surprise in his eyes. Then he looked down at the knife in his hand and said, "What a fast knife."
"You're not slow either." Han Xiaohan admired sincerely. It was the first time he had encountered a deafening sound of breaking wind.
"Xiao Xiao!" The two men fought hard with their swords. The faint sound did not wake Deng Ting up, but the strong air generated by the collision of the two powerful air currents made her whole body tingle. She opened her eyes and saw a smiling face that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar. She turned over and sat up, and blurted out in surprise: "You... When did you come to Nanjing?"
The smiling young man's eyes softened, and seemed to contain many incomprehensible things. He said softly, "Just now."
“Oh my God!” Deng Ting was so excited that she almost jumped up. She quickly walked up to the young man with a mixed expression of sadness and joy. She said in disbelief: “Xiao Xiao, is it really you?!”
"Guaranteed to be fake!" The smiling young man laughed from the bottom of his heart. He was extremely cute when he laughed, his face was full of sunshine, and even his eyelashes were smiling.
Deng Ting looked him up and down carefully. When her eyes met the knife in his hand, she was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Han Xiaohan. There was a hint of brilliance on her charming face. She held the cold short knife upside down in her hand, and her slightly pale lips were pressed into a line. Seeing the posture of the two of them, even the dumbest person would understand what was going on. Deng Ting stood between the two of them, spread her arms, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?" The smiling young man blinked exaggeratedly and asked back: "Do you know him?" "Of course!" Deng Ting replied without thinking: "He is my younger brother." "Ah?" The smiling young man's chin almost dropped after hearing this. He held his chin and thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "I have known you for more than ten years, why have I never heard you mention that you have a younger brother?" Deng Ting blushed embarrassedly and said angrily: "I just recognized him, is it not okay?"
The smiling young man rolled his eyes and sighed for a while. He put away the knife in his hand and said helplessly, "Okay! Who dares to say no to what you do, Miss? I think even Brother Han would say no!" Deng Ting glanced at him, snorted heavily, and turned to ask, "Where is your integrity?"
At this time, Han Xiaohan's hands were empty. Deng Ting had just had a conversation with the young man and had a rough idea of his identity. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. There's no one in the bar."