"We are from the Heavenly Court, right? Friend, who are you looking for?" Unable to sense any breath from his companions, one of the middle-aged men with a horse face nervously grasped the sword in his hand, and a chill rose in his heart to the deepest part of his heart. He knew the strength of his companions. There were probably few people in the world who could beat him to death in just a few seconds.
Although Han Xiaohan looked so handsome and fragile, he was secretly discussing who this young man was.
There doesn't seem to be such a person in the world...
Han Xiaohan raised his head, shook his hair lightly, revealing his eyes. A scarlet blood light shot onto the middle-aged man's face.
Voice: I'm looking for you!
I...? He felt as if a fire snake was crawling on his face. He took two steps back unconsciously.
Dao: Are you looking for me
"Yes, I'm looking for you." Han Xiaohan said solemnly: "I want to know if you can help me.
Where is the woman now
Ah! So that's it! The horse-faced middle-aged man finally understood that this young man was related to the Red Ant Bar.
His face changed, and his mind brightened up. He secretly concentrated and shook his head and said, "She is not here."
Where is it?" Han Xiaohan approached him step by step, asking coldly. Every time he took a step forward, the horse-faced middle-aged man felt
There is more pressure around me, invisible but real pressure, and the air around me seems to be
He froze, even breathing was difficult. Under Han Xiaohan's gaze, he retreated again and again until he leaned against the wall.
Cowardly said: "I... I can't..."
"You have two choices. One is to tell me the answer I want, and the other is to draw your knife." Han Xiaohan's eyes glowed redder.
"Friend, don't go too far!" The middle-aged man with the horse face was cornered by him and had no way to go up to the sky or down to the earth. He was panicked and lost his mind.
The look of Cao was completely lost, and the other middle-aged man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks next to him was so angry that he shouted
With a sound, he thrust his sword forward and fiercely stabbed Han Xiaohan's soft spot. His sword was fast enough, but Han Xiaohan was even faster.
No one saw how the middle-aged man drew his sword, let alone how he drew it. They only saw a flash of cold light, and then
The sharp-mouthed middle-aged man froze, and the knife he had held out stopped in mid-air, unable to stab any further. He looked blank, and slowly
He lowered his head slowly and saw a knife, a dark and sinister broad knife stabbed deep into his chest. The coldness of the blade
The cold spread throughout his body, and even his blood seemed to be frozen and stopped flowing.
He looked at Han Xiaohan with big eyes and only uttered two words intermittently. He was already paralyzed.
"It's your turn." Han Xiaohan shook his hand and pulled out the knife. The middle-aged man stood straight, blood gushing out of his chest.
Drops of blood splashed on Han Xiaohan's face, and his eyes, which were red and almost shining, made him look even more ferocious.
There are only a few people in the world who can face death without changing their expression. Of course, these few people
The middle-aged man with a horse face was definitely not included in the list. He looked at his companion's bleeding body, his eyes wide open, full of
His eyes were filled with fear, his hands and feet were still trembling slightly, and his heart was completely chilled. He had nothing in common with this young man.