In the pungent and fragrant smell of blood, the waiter felt like he had fallen into an icehouse, his face was pale and bloodless.
The smile of the boy opposite was like the grin of death.
He subconsciously took a step back.
He instinctively grasped the horizontal knife in his hand.
"You...you executioner, butcher, devil..."
He condemned loudly.
I don't know whether it was because of anger or fear, but his face turned red as if it was covered in blood.
Li Xiaofei chuckled.
No explanation was given.
Because it makes no sense.
But he didn't leave either.
Instead, he walked slowly over and sat on the consul general's luxurious chair.
Lean back comfortably.
Then he put his feet on the desk, which symbolized the most powerful position in the Consulate General Jie Peng, hummed a Daxia ditty that a certain waiter couldn't understand, and started to sway leisurely.
The waiter stood there, not daring to step forward.
He could clearly feel that the other party ignored him.
It's like a giant dragon above the nine heavens, too lazy to pay attention to a local dog barking in the dust.
He cursed loudly.
accuse.
Hoarse.
He accused the young man in front of him of inhumane massacre and extermination without leaving any room. Thousands of human lives perished in his hands in an instant, yet he was still so leisurely and contented.
But Li Xiaofei never paid attention to it.
Didn't kill him either.
"Looking at the clanging iron hooves, traveling thousands of miles across the rivers and mountains, I stand on the cusp of the storm and hold the sun and the moon spinning, wishing that the world of fireworks will be peaceful and happy..."
He hummed and sang softly.
Also waiting.
Ten minutes later.
An alarm sounded outside the building.
It was the military police from Wanmao District who received the alarm and came over after hearing the news.
The piercing sirens pierced the quiet neighborhood, causing many foreigners who were accustomed to the quiet leisure of this area to frown slightly, with displeasure on their expressions.
Zheng Ji, commander of the armament battalion, came to the door of the Jie Peng Consulate with several of his close subordinates.
Seeing the four guards lying in a pool of blood, Zheng Ji couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Who is so bold as to dare to go to the Jie Peng people’s consulate to cause trouble?
Moreover, after a person has been dead for so long, why don’t the Jie Peng people inside come out to collect the body?
When Zheng Ji realized something, he couldn't help but take a look in the courtyard, and a bad feeling quickly rose in his heart.< br>
It's so quiet inside.
It's a little unusual to be quiet.
Somewhat weird.
"Sir, what should I do?"
A close subordinate, Little Snake, came over and asked in a low voice.
Zheng Ji hesitated for a moment and said, "Choose a few sensible and tight-lipped confidants and follow me inside to take a look. I'm afraid something big will happen."
"good."
The little snake went to do it immediately.
Soon, twenty fully armed colonial warriors came out.
Zheng Ji nodded, put on his protective helmet and outer light armor, and led the people towards the gate of the Jie Peng Consulate.
Just arrived at the gate...
call out!
A ray of red sword light slashed down from above.
It was as if the god was angry and threw down a cluster of rays of light.
When this ray of light fell to the ground, it turned into a strange long knife that was as red as the burning sunset. It was inserted parallel to the door, and the blade buzzed and vibrated endlessly.
Sword energy permeates the air.
A crack visible to the naked eye spread across the door.
Bottomless.
One knife separates yin and yang.
A thin line separates life and death.
"Anyone who crosses this line will die."
The majestic and fierce voice came from the consulate building at the door and returned clearly to everyone's ears.
It was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of Zheng Ji and others hard.
Their hearts beat wildly and they were horrified.
"Sir, it's the Chixia Sword."
The little snake suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the crimson sword stuck on the ground, and said, "It is the sword of Jie Peng Chiyo Yue Man, but it is said that this sword changed its owner yesterday..."
Everything that happened in the Regent Hotel has been detected by all parties.
All kinds of rumors are shocking.
Yagyu Zeichiro, Chiyo Tsukio and hundreds of Toro warriors and soldiers were slaughtered. This is as ridiculous as a myth and legend.
However, all versions of the truth that have been repeatedly investigated by various forces have proven that this matter is true.
Zheng Ji, as one of the senior officers of the garrison in Wanmao District, naturally heard about it.
I thought that the Jie Peng people would retaliate wildly and catch the murderer.
Unexpectedly, the Jie Peng people did not have much influence later on.
movement.
Why is it now that the 'murderer' has killed someone in the Jie Peng Consulate?
How courageous is this?
I want to break the truth. .??.
"Boss, what should we do now?"
asked the little snake.
Zheng Ji thought for a while and said, "Order everyone to prepare on the spot. I just thought about it. Without special orders, we are not qualified to enter the Jie Peng Consulate."
The little snake was startled.
"yes."
He said loudly.
He also vaguely guessed what happened inside.
Although I was shocked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in my heart, and felt vaguely worried for the 'murderer'.
In this day and age, how could the warriors of Great Xia not want their own country to be good if they only have a few kilograms of bone in their SLR?
Especially since they, as soldiers, have to defend these damn invaders in Wanmao District.
Normally, I have long disliked the arrogance and domineering behavior of Jie Peng people.
It's a pity that I can't stand it, so what?
To see the Jie Peng people, they still had to bow their heads respectfully.
In order to survive and feed my family, I have to accept this bird spirit.
But in their hearts, why don't they admire those heroes who dare to resist?
The soldiers of the garrison temporarily sealed off the consulate.
Zheng Ji immediately reported the strange situation here to his superiors.
However, before the boss could give feedback, there were new changes here.
A demon horse galloped over.
The silver-white fur is like a piece of horse, and it seems to be exuding brilliance all the time. It is a demon horse with the blood of a high-level star beast. It is stable and comfortable when running. Its appearance makes people instantly think, 'How can a horse do this'?
Such a cool thought.
The value of this horse far exceeds those of luxury hover cars.
But it's a pity that the one riding on the horse is not Prince Charming.
But a bald old man with a stooped back.
His face was covered with wrinkles like orange peel, ugly and ferocious.
This man's whole body is covered with his mother's careless perfunctory work when creating a human being and the unbearable crazy destruction as the years pass by.
Zheng Ji felt nervous.
This old man has a distinguished status.
He is a close servant of Yuehua Tianshuang, the third strongest man in Haijing City.
He is also a strong man with unfathomable strength.
He immediately waved his hand, your Majesty The soldiers quickly pushed aside.
The ugly old servant jumped down immediately.
With a sullen and ruined face, he arrived at the gate of the consulate, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
The Chixia knife stuck on the ground made him suddenly understand something.
"idiot."
He shouted angrily and quickly rushed towards the consulate.
Zheng Ji wanted to remind him, but as soon as he raised his arm, he never had time to say the next words.
Because the next moment, a terrifying scene appeared.
The ugly old servant is extremely fast.
When he passed through the crack of sword energy on the ground like lightning and rushed into the consulate compound for about ten meters, first his ugly head could not keep up with the speed and was 'stuck' in the void, and then his upper body...
Those legs kept running for a full twenty meters before gradually falling down weakly.
The moment his body crossed the knife line, it was cut into countless pieces by the omnipresent invisible knife energy.
However, he didn't notice it.
His body was reduced to sixty or seventy pieces.
On the road he rushed through, one piece fell to the ground.
Blood sprayed out.
Gululu.
That old and ugly head rolled on the ground.
The previous violence and arrogance still remained on his face.
Apparently, until the last moment, he didn't even know he was dead.
Zheng Ji, Xiao She and others were instantly terrified.
When he looked at the long sword that was as red as the burning sunset, it was as horrifying as seeing the God of Death.
They subconsciously backed away.
Something big happened.
This is Yuehua Tianshuang's close attendant.
He has followed this sage Jie Peng for the longest time and is called the old servant of his shadow.
Just die.
Saint Jie Peng will definitely be alarmed, right?
Zheng Ji just thought this, and the next moment——
Boom!
The earth shook.
A bright eye soared into the sky suddenly from the other direction of Haijing City, like a divine sword, piercing the clouds and splitting the sky, as if it was going to smash the stars outside the atmosphere.
The breath of a saint!
Saint Jiepeng Yuehua Tianshuang was indeed alarmed at the moment his servant died!