Wuhun fell heavily to the indoor floor. He pressed a human shape out of the thick blue bricks, and the surrounding bricks and stones were also cracked.
Back spine, cracking pain.
Wuhun raised his arms to prop up his body. As soon as he stood up, his right arm was in severe pain, and he fell back to the ground without any strength.
He has always been proud of his right arm. When he was a child, he practiced a unique secret technique, steel and iron bones. After training since childhood, this right hand has been trained to be as hard as purple gold stone. It is his best
Handy weapons.
Unexpectedly, the collision just now broke his arm bones.
In the seven or eight years since he became the Purple Star Killer, Wuhun has almost never failed with his outstanding skills and mind. He has even forgotten what it feels like to be injured and in pain. Today he finally has the opportunity to reflect on it.
After all, he was a tough guy. Although his body was in severe pain, he gritted his teeth and endured it, straightening up with his left arm.
At this time, a foot wearing a black-soled golden cloud-patterned boot had already crossed the threshold. The barrier that had just easily knocked Wuhun back into the inner door and broken his bones had long since disappeared.
.
Wuhun slowly raised his face and looked at the person who walked in the door.
The black robe is as dark as night, with dazzling golden trimmings and gorgeous golden embroidery on the hem and sleeves. On the hem of the robe, a golden badge shaped like a shining sun is particularly dazzling.
Looking up further, you can see the waterfall of ink hair scattered on the shoulders, the jade-like face that graces the delicate facial features, and the eyes in a pair of ink eyes as cold as a cold pool. Who is it but Beichen?
There was a soft sound of footsteps beside him, and Zi Tong had already brought the knife to Wuhun's side, stretched out the Qingfeng Liuyun Blade, and Zi Tong gently tapped Wuhun's right arm with the tip of the knife.
When the knife connected with his right arm, it just made a sound like gold and stone hitting each other.
"It's a pity to have such a broken hand. How about I help you heal your hand and you tell me some secrets?"
Wuhun tried his best to stand up straight, and instead of yelling without restraint like the Venus killer, he asked gently, "I wonder what the young lady wants to know?"
"It's very simple." Zi Tong clasped her fingers and put away the knife in her hand, "I want to know who is the person who paid you to kill me?"
"Young madam, you should know that the rules of our business are that you must not betray your customers," Wuhun said.
Zi Tong turned around and looked at his face, "So, you would rather die?"
"Of course I don't want to die." Wuhun said.
"You don't want to die, but you refuse to say it..." Zi Tong smiled, "Is it possible that you think you have a third option?"
"I think..."
Wuhun slowly uttered three words, and the right hand that had just been severed suddenly came over and grabbed the vital part of Zitong's chest at an angle.
Beichen, who was standing aside, had anxious pupils.
when!
A flash of purple light flashed, and with a crisp sound, a small beast appeared silently in front of Zi Tong, biting one of Wuhun's fingers.
The whole body is golden, with two cute little horns on one side that look like gold and jade, and a pair of golden wings on the back. It is Fentian who has evolved into a golden dragon.
Fentian's pair of golden eyes also had an unhappy expression written on them.
This bastard dared to attack his mother. Didn’t he know that she was his mother?!
Fentian felt that he was deeply despised, so he closed his teeth and bit.
Its little teeth are white and cute, looking like a row of tiny glutinous rice on the pink gums. They seem harmless and fragile.