said: "This man's nose, will be cut off, eyes will be dug out, the man The heart and liver will be
dug out to feed the dog. When the white powder on the wall is dry, his body is stinking. "
This is not a monk, it is like an evil and demon curse.
A curse that can be passed directly to Chiron Jiajiapu.
Wang Feng still ignored her and strode out, and suddenly someone came over.
This person has been quietly standing in the shadow of the opposite eaves, like a ghost shadow.
He is very thin and wears tight black clothes.
His face was gloomy, like a dark sky, but his eyes were sharp as a blade.
His footsteps were brisk, but he walked very slowly, his eyes staring at Wang Feng in the blade.
A knife was inserted in his belt.
A crescent moon-shaped machete, painted on a dark scabbard, painted a half-human beast.
Wang Feng seems to have seen this kind of knife.
In that picture, the demons used to cut the knife of their middle finger, as if it were such a machete.
Who is this guy?
Is he from Chiron Jiajiapu?
Song’s mother was still kneeling in the street, cursing the darkness of the sky.
The black man with a machete has come over and walked to the front of the king and stood.
Wang Feng only stood still.
The black man suddenly noticed: "The woman is a witch."
Wang Fengdao: "Witch?" Black man said: "The little
round cake she had just eaten is a kind of potion."
Wang Feng looked at him and waited for him to say Go on.
Black man said: "That is made of feces, menstruation, tears and pus mixed with flour."
Wang Feng suddenly wanted to vomit and barely resisted.
He really can't think of someone in the world who really wants to eat this kind of thing.
Black people said: "It is said that if you eat this potion, you can communicate with the Western demons." He stared at Wang Feng and slowly
followed: "So many people here are afraid of her because she cursed her always Very efficacious."
Yu Feng suddenly smiled and said: "You are not afraid?"
Black man said: "Only I am not afraid."
Wang Fengdao: "Why?"
Black man said: "Because I am stronger than her, if she curses I, the curse will return to her."
Wang Feng laughed again, but the smile was not natural.
He gradually felt that some things were ridiculous, but they were true.
Black man said: "Only the person who really wants to kill you is not her, nor her baby son."
Wang Fengdao: "Not who are they?"
Black man said : "It is Li Aunt."
Wang Fengdao: "Blood The slave's mother?"
Black man said : "Yes."
Wang Fengdao: "Do you know she wants to kill me?"
Black man said: "Only I know."
Wang Fengdao: "Why?"
Black man said: "Because she hired to kill Your assassin is me."
The lights on the street seem to be suddenly dark, and the mother of Song, who is lying in the street, has disappeared.
The autumn phoenix has been rolled over, this gleaming town, the glory that can't be said in an instant.
The Taiping grocery store still ignited the lights, but no one was seen.
In fact, almost no one can see it nearby, only Wang Feng and the black man stood face to face.
The black man slowly said: "I have seen you before."
Wang Fengdao: "Oh?"
Black man said: "Your martial arts is not weak."
Wang Fengdao: "Thank you!"
Black man said: "You may be able to avoid me ten knives."
Wang Fengdao: "Ten knives? That is really a lot."
Black humanity "Maybe twelve knives."
Wang Fengdao: "I must hide from the thirteenth knife?"
Black man said: "No one can hide my thirteenth knife." His cold eyes suddenly exposed to madness and heat.
The expression, a word followed: "The knife is a magic knife, has been blessed by the demon."
Whoever sees the expression in his eyes, you can see that he is not lying.
Wang Feng suddenly said: "I have seen your knife." The
black man was very surprised: "Have you seen it? Really seen?"
Wang Fengdao: "In the day of the singer Jiajiapu, the devil's birthday, the lords are Use this knife to cut his middle finger and drop the
magic blood." The
black man's face changed.
Wang Feng deliberately pretended not to see, faintly followed: "So I also know the usefulness of this knife." The
black man immediately asked: "What use?"
Wang Fengdao: "used to cut his own fingers."
Black man Didn't laugh.
His face is cold and hard as a stone, and he probably never laughed in his life.
Except for the sometimes cold, sometimes hot eyes, his face had no expression at all.
When he pulled the knife, his face was completely expressionless.
His knife has been unsheathed.
The crescent-shaped scimitar, with a strange cold light, cut a knife to Wang Feng.
The knife is curved and the knife light is like an arc.
Even Wang Feng has never seen such a weird knife, which is by no means the knife of the Central Plains.
It is very likely that this is not a human knife.
Wang Feng would like to see his thirteenth knife, the magic of the blessings of the devils.
But suddenly he realized that there was already fear in his heart, a fear that human beings were born with.
An ignorant fear It
is like when a person goes out alone, he always feels afraid. Although he does not know what he is afraid of, he is still
afraid.
That is the weakness of human beings that no one can avoid.
When a master fights, as long as there is a little fear, it is often fatal.
Wang Feng did not dare to wait any longer.
The arc of the knife was cut and bent, and he had no weapons in his hand.
He used the bag of white powder as a weapon.
"噗", a knife cut on the bag, white powder scattered, it is like a sudden fog.
The black man immediately couldn't see anything, the scimitar fluttered, and the knife was protected.
Invisible is also a kind of fear, a fear that no one can avoid. The knife in his hand did not stop, "brush, brush, brush", and I
don't know how many knives were cut.
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