"If you continue to chop me to death, I won't be polite!" Cheyue said coldly, feeling her body getting hotter and hotter, a bit like when she came to Luohe Town that day.
At that time, my whole body was filled with heat, and I just wanted to kill someone.
But he tried hard to suppress his impulse. When he followed Mrs. Li to the tofu shop, the impulse faded a little.
After that, whenever he felt this way, he would grind the tofu as hard as he could and use up all the suppressed power.[
"Hmph, kill this man!" Xiao Ting came back and led a group of people back. Xiao Wen was too cunning and hid far away when he heard the slightest news. They couldn't even touch his shadow.
So Xiao Ting had no choice but to lead everyone back together, planning to capture Ting Qingyu and lure him back to Xiao Wen.
Now, seeing Che Yue being so brave and injuring one of his own men, and thinking deeply, if it was for Xiao Wen, then Che Yue would have to be killed.
Previously, in order to get Xiao Wen to notice him, Xiao Ting did not hesitate to use tricks to get Princess Yu to die.
But now, realizing this will only make Xiao Wen hate him more and more, so why not kill Che Yue here and then give this woman to Xiao Wen?
Even if I can't get him, thinking that he won't hate me anymore will make me feel a little better, right?
So he gave the order. When everyone heard it, their eyes turned red. The sword tip touched the fireworks, and the sound was dazzling. Life and death were only on a thin line!
"Cheyue, no matter who it is, kill him!"
Ting Qingyu glanced at Xiao Ting coldly, and when she saw that he had issued a killing order, she let Cheyue go on a killing spree.
After receiving Ting Qingyu's order, Che Yue looked like a different person. The long sword roared like a tiger with wings. If Che Yue's swordsmanship was not as good as Xiao Wen's before, but now if she takes a closer look, Xiao Ting is impressed.
Shockingly, within a short while, Cheyue brought down five of his men.
The people of Emperor Buddhism were all excellent in martial arts, but they died in a short period of time.
Xiao Ting stood quietly, watching Che Yue's figure flying continuously, like a soft ribbon, but the sword was as bright as silver, and wherever it touched, blood splattered everywhere.
The Che Yue of today is not the Che Yue of the past.