The little man watching the battle on the periphery noticed this gap, and rushed into the original 1V1 battlefield like a cheetah. The dagger in his hand suddenly pointed at the throat of the young man in black trousers, and was immediately picked up by Murasame's blade due to his terrifying body reaction speed.
Open, only scratch the skin.
The lean little man licked the blood foam on the tip of the knife and smiled sinisterly. Songpa just frowned in displeasure when he saw this, and the two of them once again attacked Chu Zihang.
Just like a pack of jackals tearing apart a lone lion, when these despicable and cunning scavengers gather in one place with their green eyes open, even the king of the grassland will lose a piece of flesh and blood under the sharp teeth and mouth.
At the back door of the teahouse, before Song Yuan could take the anxious-looking female clerks out a few steps, she was forced back by a tall, thin man carrying a dark saber on his shoulder.
He was stuck in a long and narrow alley, wearing a simple set of green sportswear, the kind of clothes that could be bought from any street stall for a hundred yuan.
The zipper is pulled to the top, the chin is hidden in the collar, the messy hair hangs down to cover the depressed dead fish eyes, and the golden pupils dazzle like candlelight in the dim light of the evening.
"Don't think about running away, just go back and stay quietly and accept the judgment of fate."
The man with high cheekbones looked at the shivering female clerk huddled in a ball, and grinned with a ferocious smile.
"Meow~"
A fat orange cat didn't know that the poop scraper was in danger, so it lazily barked in the arms of the clerk Huang Ying.
"What a cute kitten."
The man knelt down and looked curiously at the girl who was huddled behind a tall blue and white porcelain vase in the store, hugging an orange cat and not daring to raise her head, and said softly.
It made the little girl tremble and she was so scared that she didn't dare to move. The female shop assistants around her were also afraid of hugging her, for fear that the man would do something bad.
"Can you give me this cat to hold?"
The man didn't mind the wary actions of the female clerks. In his eyes, this did not constitute a threat at all, and he just continued to ask Huang Ying.
The little girl leaned to one side and hugged the cat tighter.
This attitude is self-evident.
His face suddenly darkened, and as soon as the smiling expression disappeared, his already slender face looked even more sinister.
"Those who don't know how to share have no friends."
The man stretched out his hand to grab the orange cat. Under the gaze of his golden eyes, this kind of creature was like a mouse meeting a cat, naturally restrained by the dragon's breath. It was so trembling that it didn't dare to move.
The result was beyond his expectation. Following the lanky man's shrill wail, the orange cat jumped out of the girl's arms and ran out the door like a bolt of lightning with something in its mouth.
I saw the man gritting his teeth and raising his bloody right hand. Three of his fingers had been bitten off at the root. The bloody and miserable look frightened several female shop assistants.
"What are you looking at? Are you laughing at me?"
The man rolled his eyes, grabbed a female clerk's neck with his left arm, lifted her whole body up against the wall, looked at the female clerk's expression of difficulty breathing, and roared fiercely.
After staying in a dark and damp place like a ghost cave for a long time, and being surrounded by lunatics with unstable bloodlines, even a normal person would be at risk of going insane.
What's more, the man is a degenerate hybrid.
When an ant that was not worth mentioning in his eyes hurt him, the man immediately tore off his gentle disguise and exposed his ferocious fangs.
"Oh, I usually tell you not to eat randomly. It's bloody and disgusting. Stay away from me."
"Meow~"
Just when Song Yuan and several girls couldn't move away the man's arm that locked their companion's arm despite all their efforts, the woman's slightly disgusted voice came from not far away, even accompanied by the orange cat's aggrieved cry.
The tall and lanky man's hand immediately loosened his grip, and he turned around to look menacingly. A young woman of about twenty years old, wearing a long palace dress, opened the door curtain and walked in. Behind her, an orange cat with a blood-stained mouth was following closely.
She is very beautiful, her skin is like gelatin, her collar is like a cricket grub, her teeth are like gourd rhinoceros, and her face is like a peach blossom.
Her long hair is styled into a bun, her brows are slightly furrowed, and her red and phoenix eyes are affectionate. She wears a palace dress and a long skirt, showing her graceful and luxurious temperament.
In particular, he was holding a noble-shaped bronze sword in his hand. The various gemstones inlaid on the sword's hilt were like an array of seven stars, rippling with sunlight.
"Who are you?"
The tall and lanky man looked at the woman warily, unable to tell her origins at all, but her ancient-style dress would inevitably make people suspect that she was of orthodox origin.
“Travellers who ferry along the long river of time can no longer find their way home.”
The woman didn't seem to be answering a question, but more like she was singing with emotion. The vicissitudes of life revealed in her eyes were completely unlike the emotions she should have at this age.
No, even if Song Yuan worked as a volunteer in a nursing home during her high school summer vacation, she rarely saw such a look in the eyes of grandparents.
Compassion is like a god!
"Pretend to be a ghost."
The man snorted coldly, and grabbed the sword on his shoulder with his intact left hand. The sharp blade came out of its sheath and whirled in the wind, slashing at the woman in palace clothes without any mercy.
Degenerate mixed-races like them are often more likely to go to extremes in their thoughts, either becoming addicted to raping and killing beautiful girls, or treating beauty as if it were nothing.
However, the blade stopped with a "ding" the moment it was about to land on the woman's forehead.
The man's eyes widened in shock.
It was not that the noble and gorgeous bronze sword was quickly unsheathed to block the blade, but the woman just stretched out one finger and used her fingertips to resist the falling momentum of the powerful and heavy horse-killing sword.
Even Songpa, who possesses the Word Spirit and the Bronze Throne, would not dare to be so bold in the face of his sword!
Is this guy's body made of iron?
"Have a good sleep, it's a new day when you wake up."
The beautiful woman's eyebrows were smiling, her deep pupils shone with a cold golden light, and she called softly to the female shop assistants who were also looking at her in surprise.
All the girls, including Song Yuan, collapsed in response, as if they had fallen into a gentle dream, accompanied by their most missed relatives and friends.
"You...what kind of monster are you?"
The man looked at the noble woman with golden eyes, his teeth chattered and he wanted to run towards the main hall to ask for help.
"big……"
As the setting sun lengthened, it was reflected in the shadows of the hallway doors and windows. Only the trembling sound of a sword being unsheathed was heard, like the sound of a phoenix. The tall, thin black shadow was split into two, the head fell off, and a column of blood rose into the sky.
"Will it cost a lot to renovate?"
The woman opened her legs and walked toward the front hall on her crystal high heels, muttering to herself.
In the main hall, the emperor, who was sitting high on the throne, seemed to hear the distant chant of the ancient sword. His slightly closed eyebrows opened, and memories appeared in his eyes.
"you win."
He said to the young man lying idle in the hall.
"Free shot?"
Mr. Li's shining eyes were filled with the expectation of free prostitution.
"free."
The emperor chuckled.
"Okay. After you go out, you have to kill everyone. First, I give Ronald Tang a good beating, and then I randomly kick those three guys wearing masks. Of course, don't beat them to death. They have to be handed over to me.
I’ll sharpen the knife in the future. Lu Mingfei can also do some minor repairs. After all, these two people were too pushy today, and I was stunned when they seemed to be punched away."
Mr. Li opened his arms freely, seeming to have completely relaxed his control over his body.
"But I didn't say I would take action."
It wasn't until the emperor's consciousness took control of his body and the palace collapsed that Mr. Li realized that he had been prostituted for nothing.