There was a crisp sound of "choking", and the soft sword in Shang Song's hand broke into two pieces.
He looked at the broken sword in shock. This was the sword given to him by the priest, but it was cut off like that?
A white light flashed before his eyes, and Xiao Cai's long knife was wrapped in a cold wind and blew towards his face. Instantly, his neck felt cold.
I'm going to die.
Shang Song closed his eyes in despair.
Ah Lian also exclaimed: "Stop..."
Xiao Cai raised his eyes and smiled evilly, holding a knife in his arm, and dragged the long knife between Shang Song's neck.
"Do you want to make enemies of the world?" Ah Lian's face turned pale.
If Shang Song died in front of her, this mission would be considered unsuccessful even if it achieved its goal. The lady would not let her off easily.
"Of course not..." Xiao Cai calmly took back the long knife, pulled up Shang Song's sleeve and gently wiped the edge of the knife, and said slowly: "Because you cannot represent the world."
Shang Song collapsed to the ground, and a dark red blood drop slowly appeared on his fat and white neck. Then, more blood droplets rushed out and gathered into a blood line, instantly soaking his clothes.
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"Killing! You are killing people!" The maid in green screamed, hysterically: "Do you know who he is? He is the most trusted person of the noble priest! You are finished!"
"Are you blind?" Xiao Cai drooped the corners of his lips and held Shang Song's head in disdain and pulled it hard a few times: "Isn't this just growing on his neck?"
Shang Song then turned his dull eyes and reached out tremblingly to touch his neck. The tentacles hurt, but it was just a cut.
It wasn't deep or shallow, it just cut open his flesh, but didn't hurt any vital parts.
How good is the sword skill to be able to retract and release it so freely?
Fear, joy, and shame all came to him. Feeling ashamed and hateful, he stood up and left quickly.
"Haha... It turns out that this is the person whom the noble priest trusts the most. He really makes the noble priest look good."
Xiao Cai chewed the words "the most trusted person of the noble priest" heavily and couldn't help laughing.
The jeers were mixed with shopkeeper Qiu's "huchi, wheeze" breathing sound like a broken bellows, which was very shameful.
Ah Lian reluctantly held up her weak legs, exhaled slowly, and forced out a wizened smile: "It's all misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding..."
"Misunderstanding? Is it a misunderstanding to throw a thunderbolt and blow me up? It's also a misunderstanding for me to chop you!" Xiao Cai straightened up his long knife and made a gesture to chop it off.
Ah Lian couldn't care less about pretending, screamed, and ran away with his head in his hands.
"Throw him out." Mrs. Yan ordered the waiter to carry Shopkeeper Qiu out, then turned around and went up to the third floor.
The rose flowers have faded, leaving only the green branches floating in the wind.
Gu Fenglin, dressed in black, stood quietly in front of the window, looking expressionlessly at Ah Lian and others who fled in panic onto the carriage.
Madam Yan was furious: "...You are so overbearing. You are just Gu Yilan's slave. How dare you act so boldly!"
Gu Fenglin said calmly: "Because Gu Yilan is a priest, they can do whatever they want."
Lady Yan was cautious, fearing that she would touch his scales: "What should we do next?"
It can be said that Shang Song and others did not take any advantage, but were embarrassed and would never give up.
Although Huanhua Tower has power, it is only in the dark. If Shang Song and others use the power of the government to cause trouble, it will be a big disadvantage.
Gu Fenglin waved his sleeves and threw out a palm-sized wooden box: "Take this to Ah Lian." (To be continued)