Mr. Biao has also practiced some foreign martial arts, and his body strength is nearly three thousand kilograms. This three thousand kilograms of physical strength alone is already comparable to the physical strength of some early acquired masters in the Chinese ancient martial arts world.
How could such a helpless little girl kill him? But when he saw Zhong Li'er walking toward him with a knife, he could only choose to keep moving back because he knew that there was still someone standing next to him.
A fierce god will definitely die miserably if he resists.
Zhong Lier walked towards Master Biao step by step, with struggle, hesitation, and even fear on her face. At only seven years old, she had never even killed a chicken, let alone killed someone. This was really difficult for her.
But she knew that if she didn't follow Chen Jinyuan's words, she wouldn't be able to accept Chen Jinyuan as her teacher.
Mr. Biao had retreated to the edge of the stone lion and was sitting next to it. He had no way to retreat. A long water mark was dragged by it on the ground, which was his excrement. He looked at the little girl.
Walking towards him step by step with sharp eyes, Master Biao couldn't help but screamed in fright and begged Zhongli'er for something, but Zhonglier couldn't understand a word of it.
At this moment, Mr. Biao wished he had learned Chinese earlier. When he was about to die, no one could even understand him when he begged for mercy. It was so sad. Looking at the machete in Zhong Lier's hand, Mr. Biao's eyes froze, "Mom.
Yes, if you want to kill me, I will have to support you even if I die!"
As soon as Master Biao's thoughts came to his mind, his murderous intent was revealed, and he glared at Zhongli'er with both eyes. Zhonglier was so frightened that he took two steps back. He almost couldn't hold the handle of the knife with his hands, and the machete almost fell to the ground.
As soon as Master Biao's murderous intent emerged, Chen Jinyuan knew that this guy wanted to jump over the wall, and then he pointed out in the air. A finger shot out with a whooshing sound, hitting Master Biao's chest. Master Biao was immediately pinned there.
, unable to move at all.
"Ah? What's wrong with me? Why can't I move? Why can't I even speak?" Master Biao only felt that something had been hit on his chest, and then his whole body felt sore and numb, like
He felt like he had a cramp and couldn't move at all. He opened his mouth and tried to shout twice, but no sound came out. Master Biao immediately panicked. "It is said that China has a magical acupuncture technique. Could it be that he was acupunctured?"
Already?"
At such a critical moment, someone had his acupuncture points tapped and he was unable to move, so he undoubtedly became a lamb to be slaughtered. Now let alone a seven-year-old girl, even a three-year-old child could kill himself. Mr. Biao
With an extremely frightened look on her face, the little girl holding a knife in front of him was undoubtedly a devil in his eyes.
Seeing that Master Biao suddenly didn't move, and his fierce eyes suddenly turned into fear, Zhong Li'er was trembling with fear for a moment, then he mustered up the courage to approach Master Biao, and walked to Master Biao, Zhong Li'er tremblingly raised the machete
It stood up, but did not cut it down.
Chen Jinyuan looked at it in confusion. He saw a few tears squeezing out of the corners of Mr. Biao's eyes. He had a tangled expression of fear and pleading on his face, and he was whimpering. He didn't know what he wanted to say, but he just couldn't.
.Zhong Lier's machete looked pitiful to Mr. Biao. The machete stagnated in mid-air and hesitantly did not dare to cut it down.
"Ah!" Zhong Lier let out a low cry when Chen Jinyuan was frightened, and almost dropped the knife in his hand. After listening to Chen Jinyuan's urging, Zhong Lier raised the machete that he had put down again.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Biao Ye's eyes were full of fear, tears and snot were flowing all over his face. Facing the threat of death, he had no ability to resist. This is like a person being sent to the guillotine alive to meet death.
Like the moment it comes, no one can understand that person's mood at that moment. Although Master Biao is the leader of the Hand-Severing Party and has a high status in the Hand-Severing Party, the more vicious he becomes
The more a character is, the more afraid of death he is. Facing death, Mr. Biao behaves worse than his younger brothers. He bursts into tears and tears. If his acupuncture points were not pressed, he would definitely fight with the little brother in front of him without hesitation.
The girl knelt down and begged humbly for her life.
"Quickly, kill him!" Chen Jinyuan shouted again when he looked at the machete held high in Zhong Lier's hand and refused to drop it.
Master Biao knew that he was certain to die, so he couldn't help closing his eyes and silently waiting for the moment when his head fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
Master Biao's heart suddenly trembled when he heard a clear crashing sound, "Is this the sound of my head falling to the ground? Why didn't I feel any pain? Could it be that the knife was too fast!"
Slowly opening his eyes, Mr. Biao was afraid that the moment he opened his eyes, he would see his body that had been separated from his head. However, the moment he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him made him burst into tears of joy.
fell down.
"Li'er is useless, Li'er can't do it, he can't be killed! Wuwuwu..." The machete in Zhongli'er's hand has fallen to the ground. The sound that Mr. Biao heard just now was not the sound of his head falling to the ground, but the sound of his head falling to the ground.
It was the sound of the machete in Zhong Li'er's hand falling to the ground. At this moment, Zhong Li'er actually covered his eyes and started crying, not at all as stubborn as before.
"Why can't you do it?" Chen Jinyuan walked up behind Zhong Li'er and patted Zhong Li'er's head gently, but his tone was much gentler than before.
"Li'er saw the despair in his eyes and couldn't take action. The look in Li'er's eyes was like the look in Li'er's eyes when he saw his mother being killed by the government. Li'er is useless and can no longer accept his eldest brother as his teacher!"
Zhong Lier started to sob, tears streaming down her face, and there was a tendency to get out of hand.
"Li'er, if you had really killed him just now, my elder brother would definitely not accept you as his apprentice, because he would not accept someone who has been full of murderous intentions since childhood as his apprentice. That is no different from the devil.
!I am very satisfied with your performance just now!" Chen Jinyuan leaned down, picked up Zhong Li'er, and sat on his left arm. Although this little girl is seven years old, she has a sallow complexion and is obviously malnourished. Her whole body seems to be malnourished.
They are not even two ounces of flesh, and they seem to be less heavy than a five-year-old baby when you hold them in your arms.
"Brother, is it true?" Zhong Lier looked at Chen Jinyuan, still sobbing a little, and didn't understand why he didn't kill that person, but instead satisfied Chen Jinyuan.
"Don't call me big brother anymore!" Chen Jinyuan smiled and wiped the tears on Zhong Li'er's face with his sleeve.
"Yes, Master!" Zhong Lier was stunned for a while, and then he understood the meaning of Chen Jinyuan's words. He cried out sweetly with joy, and tears flowed out again, but this time they were not sad tears, but tears.
Tears of joy. To be continued..
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