A strange light emitted from Ma Liang's eyes, and he took out a small short knife from somewhere. The cold light of the knife exuded a bone-chilling aura in the dark night. "Although you don't know me, you must know this knife."
Zhai Guang's eyes fell on the knife in Ma Liang's hand. The blade was only one foot long. It was shorter than an ordinary dagger and much shorter than an ordinary dagger. There was no such knife on the market.
For sale, it should be specially made.
However, Zhai Guang is very familiar with this knife!
"Who are you from Jiang Di?" Zhai Guang's eyes gradually turned cold, and his brows were filled with murderous intent.
Although Zhou Ming had told Chu Tingting and others about Ma Liang, he had never mentioned it to Zhai Guang, so he didn't know.[
"It seems that you still know this knife." Ma Liang said with a smile: "What a knife! You can hold it in your hand to kill people, you can hide it in your sleeve for sneak attacks, and you can shoot it out like a flying knife. Such a good knife,
No wonder you know him too."
"I don't want to hear your nonsense." Jiang Di looked at him coldly.
"But I think the reason why you are familiar with this knife is probably because of the scar on your chest, right?" Ma Liang played with the knife in his hand and looked at Zhai Guang with a chuckle.
Zhai Guang narrowed his eyes slightly. There was indeed a scar on his chest. It was left by Jiang Di, and few people knew about it. Jiang Di's sword skills were superb. As long as he had a knife in his hand, even Liu Jie and Zhai
Guang didn't dare to compete with him easily.
Ma Liang continued: "The scar on your face was left by Zhao Wusheng. Everyone knows that it was a scene you did. In fact, it is not serious. On the contrary, it adds a lot of charm to you and your '
The name of the God of War has also become a legend." At this point, he changed the topic and said with a sinister smile: "Only the scar on your chest is the eternal pain in your heart, right? This is the eternal memory and shame...
It is said that at that time, you could have soaked in the medicine pool of Wutang, which could heal your wounds and remove scars, but you refused and just lay there for a month? Just so you could remember this pain forever?"
"You know quite a lot." Zhai Guang snorted coldly: "It seems that Jiang Di and you have a really good relationship." His tone was very calm, but his murderous intention was getting stronger and stronger.
"Hehe, I..." Ma Liang still wanted to sell it off. He liked this feeling very much and was shaking his head and continuing to tell some historical allusions. Song Ying suddenly interrupted him and said: "Brother Zhai, his name is
Ma Liang is the son of Tianxinghui Xiaohai and a direct disciple of Jiang Di. He has a blood feud with Zhou Ming, and he did all this to deal with Zhou Ming."