The subtle footsteps of more than ten people were a little noisy, but when they arrived outside Zhu Zhuqing and Blade's room, they disappeared in an orderly manner, leaving only a faint sound of tinkering sound in the darkness.

"Boss, I'm off the light, will it..."

"It's a big deal! Get the door open for me quickly. If I don't have any fun after waiting, I will kill you!"

"I understand, understand..."

A low communication sound outside the door sounded.

The blade closed his eyes slightly in the dark, waiting for these people to open the locked door from outside.

In the other corner, Zhu Zhuqing's face changed a little, and then she returned to indifference.

"Little Knife is just a little bug. Just kill it at will. Why do you have to do such trouble?" Old Master Meteorite was very puzzled.

"The old man is right, but this is my personal habit. If I can kill the enemy from behind, I will never let the other party see my handsome face!"

"Even if I can crush them at will."

"Uh, I always feel like you should be right-facing with the little knife."

"Oh? Just facing up front? Old man, is my appearance so confusing?"

"If we can stab the enemy to death in the back, why should WG fight to the death?"

"This, little knife, how can our human race use this..."

"Old man, you have lived for so long and still don't understand the reason why angels in the light die earlier than evil ghosts in the dark, right?"

"No, right? No, right? No, right?" The terrified voice of the blade sounded in the spirit of the old man Meteorite.

Old Master Meteor: "..."

"Of course I understand."

"Huh~ I was shocked. I thought you had been in vain for so many years, but it seems that ginger is still so hot~"

"Haha, Xiaodaozi is so humorous."

"The old man has won the award, and it is all your old teacher!"

I really want to slap this bastard to death with one hand!

"squeak--"

The door was finally pushed open gently.

Zhu Zhuqing was about to take action immediately, but was stopped by the blade.

"Zhu Qing, wait a little longer."

I was ecstatic when I saw the "Blade" lying on the dining table and the yellow-faced middle-aged man who opened the door.

"Boss, no problem!" He turned around and lowered his voice, the excitement in his words was beyond words.

A scar-faced bald man laughed strangely twice, licked his dry lips, and stared at Zhu Zhuqing lying on the table with big eyes. His eyes were full of color.

The scar-faced bald man was ready to rub his hands, and pushed away his subordinates in front of him, and strode towards the unconscious two people impatiently.

"Little beauty, I am here!"

Looking at the beauty in front of him, his saliva was almost gone.

The subordinates behind him rushed to follow.

Although it is not their turn to soup, it is always better to drink the soup earlier than to drink the soup.

"Take this little white face out and kill it, damn it! I feel disgusted when I think of such an MR being used by this seemingly unsightly dog ​​thing!"

The bald man looked impatient, but when he came to his eyes, he glanced coldly at the blade.

If it weren't for the sake of precaution, he really wanted to wake up the kid and then in front of him...

He's cheaper!

"Old, boss, can you deal with my physiological problems for me before killing me?" A weak voice sounded.

That was a thin and slim short man.

The people around were stunned, and then subconsciously moved away from him.

"Skinny ghost, do you still have this hobby?" The scarred bald man looked at the vulgar short man in surprise.

"Hehe, little by little, just little by little, brothers, don't think too much." The vulgar short man looked at the blade and swallowed, his eyes flashing green.

Look at his scarred face and big bald head.

But he immediately smiled grimly, and he didn't expect that there was such a crouching tiger, hidden dragon and other people under his command!

A hateful little face, you are blessed!

"Since you have this hobby, my brother can't help you, but I have to treat this little guy well!"

The bald man stared at the blade with a strange smile.

"Brother, don't worry, I will let this kid know how fast he is to be a man..."

"puff--"

"Happy..."

The thin ghost tightly covered his throat that was squirting blood outwards, his eyes a little confused, and he had not even come to his senses.

The bald man was sprayed with blood on his face.

What, what's going on?!

Isn't this JR in a coma?!

Zhu Zhuqing, who suddenly rushed out of the dark corner, had a boiling murderous intent in her eyes and her face was indifferent.

These trash actually want to kill him... it should be killed!

The sharp claws in his hand were shining in the faint light casting through the window.

The first soul skill - Netherworld Thorn!

However, the scar-faced bald man is indeed capable of becoming the leader of these people and dare to rob the soldiers in the Mobei Fortress.

Martial soul possessed!

Iron stick!

This iron stick happened to block Zhu Zhuqing's first soul skill.

"There's a scam! Brothers are ready to fight!"

The bald man's roar brought his lost men back to reality.

But just as he shouted, Zhu Zhuqing did not choose to retreat, but instead chose to attack continuously.

The second soul skill - Netherworld Hundred Claws!

The bald man quickly activated his soul skill to resist.

The third soul skill - stick dance!

Collision! Collision! Collision!

How could the bald man expect Zhu Zhuqing to have such strength?!

He is a powerful soul sect, but he suffered a secret loss when he faces head-on!

"Boss, I'll help you!"

The first soul skill - Netherworld Thorn!

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing could not take the scar-faced bald head for a moment, he took advantage of the moment he repelled him and killed the person who came back to his senses and rushed towards him.

Sharp claws, conferred marquis!

This man's strength is only 21st level, and Zhu Zhuqingzhen didn't know where he came from and rushed up carelessly.

Blood was sprinkled on Zhu Zhuqing's face, but Zhu Zhuqing ignored it.

In the dark environment, she traveled through the lives of the thieves who kept reaping the lives of the thieves.

"Stinky..., I have the ability to fight with my grandfather for 300 rounds!" The scar-faced bald man waved his stick.

But the scream was not made by Zhu Zhuqing.

He smashed the head of the middle-aged man who was pushed by Zhu Zhuqing with this stick.

The screams were particularly clear and loud in the darkness.

The room was already in a mess.

The scar-faced bald head was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and the stick kept blasting towards the phantom in the night, but his men became the biggest resistance he could use in this narrow space!

The hateful little sword man! When you fall into my hands, I will definitely let you survive and die!

The third soul skill - Netherworld Slash!

Zhu Zhuqing took advantage of an enemy as a cover and attacked again with a scarred bald head who was alert to the stick!
To be continued...