Kingdom's Bloodline Chapter 684

   Chapter 684 The Lost River Shrimp

   At this moment, Glover and Tsimikas squatted together, and they carefully hid behind two wooden boxes, so as not to get involved in the fight and become one of the corpses on the ground.

   That **** dumb, what the **** is he doing?

   Glover stared angrily at Rolf, who was standing in the center of the field, surrounded by thugs, but still confronting the red viper and the wanderer in high spirits.

  Yes, those few tricks are very showy, kill a few miscellaneous soldiers, put on a few poses, but...

   Couldn't the dumb guy see that this warehouse is full of elite thugs from the Blood Bottle Gang, with three layers inside and three layers outside, even if he knocks down ten more people, it won't help, there's no chance of winning?

   Not to mention, the toughest threat...

   Glover moved his gaze and looked fearfully at the black-clothed killer who could not be taken down by the Poor Star Lake Guards. The latter was standing in the shadows at the other end of the warehouse, watching the situation on the field motionless.

   Damn.

   Glover slammed into the box with a hard punch.

   When will the man in black make his move?

   Is the battle the most intense? Is it when the dumb is consumed dry by other people? Or when both sides fight to the death, when the dust settles?

  Thinking of this, Zombie's heart is very tangled: At that time, Karen Glover, if he can't make a shot himself, will he go up or not?

   on, expose yourself.

   If you can't get up, then the dumb...

   This dumb guy deserves to die, but he shouldn't die like this!

   Damn!

   He thought that was bad enough, but things turned out worse than he imagined.

   "His eyes, Xiaohong, I know."

  Fogue looked at Rolfe's expression, becoming more serious:

   "Next, he's probably going to fight with us."

  Foggy was expressionless and raised his long knife gently.

   Nekra, who was having a headache, was startled.

Opposite them, Rolfe sneered, picked up a blood-stained chain sword from the ground, wiped the blood on his sleeve first, and then wrapped the chain on the hilt tightly around his arm, as if tacitly acknowledging.

   This action made the surrounding thugs sigh in unison

   "Just right!"

   As soon as the red pit viper gritted its teeth, it simply discarded the gains and losses, re-invigorating its fierceness:

   "Then let go and fight to the end, whoever lives and who dies, leave it to the sunset!"

   He roared, the hormone secretion in the body accelerated, and the muscles on his body became more and more tense.

   Faced with these two great rivals, Rolfe grinned and tightened the chain sword in his hand, as if to say: it was exactly what he wanted.

   The momentum between the three suddenly changed.

What? Fight for your life? it's here? At this moment?

  Glover looked in disbelief at Rolf, who was showing off in the center of the warehouse, and read in horror from the other's expressions: This may be true.

  Rolf...prepared to die here.

and many more!

  Glover shook his head subconsciously:

   Is this mute a brain disease? Where can't you think?

  The Emerald City has a wharf and a seaside. It's not a good idea to commit suicide. Do you have to come here to die?

   Nostalgia complex, you have to die in the gang you were born in, right?

   And the female boss who was betrayed, is she his unborn child or what? Is she that important? Is it worth the life of this idiot?

  No, depending on the age, it is probably his grandmother, his unborn child!

   Grass fuck!

   The resentful Glover grew more and more angry, and cursed in his chest.

   Also, is there any meaning to them fighting to the death here?

   Glover observed the Blood Bottle Gang members who were gradually restoring order and discipline, and found with a headache that they were standing in formation again, and the only two exits were re-encircled.

   That female boss, could it be that she won respect because of her heroic death in a dumb fight, and was let go by the enemy and let go of her life?

  Please, this is an ugly reality gang fire, not a noble ideal knight duel!

   Again, did the latter really exist?

   Stupid, selfish, ignoring the dumbness of his comrades!

   Kill him!

   Just as Glover kept scolding himself, and Rolf's life-and-death confrontation was inevitable, when it was about to break out, a voice sounded faintly in the crowd:

   "The Blood Bottle Gang actually has such masters. To be honest, I'm very pleased."

   Glover was startled, and instantly raised his vigilance to the highest level.

  The battle was interrupted. Rolfe, Nekra, and Fogg's momentum was slightly vented, and they all turned their heads: the black-clothed killer who hadn't moved for a long time stepped forward, passed the crowd, and walked towards the three of them in the field.

   stack, stack, stack…

   His steps seem to have the power to capture the soul, and every step he takes will tighten everyone's heartbeat.

  It makes people feel breathless, palpitations and chills, and many people have tense expressions and accelerated breathing.

   "But I remember, we actually met each other, right?"

   The man in black looked at Rolfe and smiled softly:

   "Just outside the wool merchant's mansion."

   At that moment, Rolf and Glover frowned.

Oops.

   They were recognized.

   One of Glover's greatest fears, finally happened.

   "You came with them to catch me... The wind was very strong that day, and it was strange, and your legs and feet were not so neat - a power user."

   stack, stack, stack…

   The man in black stepped forward slowly, and every step he took put a lot of pressure on people. In addition, he was wrapped in pitch black from head to toe, which made people feel uneasy.

   Nekra and Fogg looked at each other, the former was relieved and smiled again.

  Rolfe's pressure surged.

  He turned his head stiffly, and looked vigilantly at the man in black who was getting closer, the chain sword in his hand tightened.

   As a bystander, Glover sighed and subconsciously held a machete on the ground.

   Now what should he do?

   Go up and chop people with the dumb?

  However, if you want to deal with that black-clothed killer, then you should do whatever it takes to fight first? Or find an opportunity to sneak attack from behind? Or simply pull the mute and run?

   You can't let him try desperately to stop the killer and create a chance for Dumb and his old friend to escape, right?

   However, with the swordsmanship of the man in black, combined with that strange ability, even the traps set up by the Star Lake Guards commanded by Lord Mallos could not help him.

   The two of them, one is still injured, and the other has just played a game, which is not enough for others to stick their teeth!

  Damn, they managed to sneak in, and they learned so much information, but all their efforts were lost!

   Just for a... dumb old friend?

Grass!

   Tsimikas was very alert to the dangers around him. He noticed Glover's movements for the first time, and couldn't help but panic:

   "Fat Dun'er, what do you want? Don't!"

  What do you want to do?

what?

   Lao Tzu wants to kill now!

   Glover looked at Rolf and snorted hard.

"I can feel your killing intent, maybe hatred, even death intent, young man," the man in black's eyes were hidden behind the pitch-black goggles, but it made people panic out of thin air, "I am also happy to rely on you. Test the quality of your subordinates."

  Rolfe's complexion changed, and when he was about to shoot violently, he was surprised to find:

   Before he knew it, he was shaking so much that he couldn't even lift his arms.

  This, so fast?

Oops!

   Glover, who was paying close attention to the situation, was startled. Looking at the mute expression, he immediately reacted:

   is that kind of ability!

   "But unfortunately, my schedule is very full, and I don't have time to play games with you and your master." The man in black tutted his head and walked slowly to Rolfe. "Today, that's the end of it, right?"

   In the next second, Rolfe's expression changed and his figure swayed!

   But he's not the only one:

   The two thugs who were standing closest to the man in black, one of them had a dazed look and started muttering to himself, while the other simply thumped and fell to the ground.

  Plop! Boom! Snapped!

  Beginning with the man in black, more and more people fell or fell softly in the warehouse. Some people suddenly dreamed, some rubbed their foreheads, and some fell asleep.

   "Ah ah..."

"Do not……"

   "I want a good meal..."

   "Hahahahaha..."

   Nekra and Fogg took a half step back together, the red viper looked painful, and Fogg looked dazed.

   It's not good, it's not good, it's not good!

   Seeing everyone's strange behavior, Glover felt bad in his heart, and was about to rush out, desperately attacking the man in black, but immediately felt a heavy weight on his leg.

   "Yes Mom," Zimikas hugged his feet weakly, his eyes blank, "I, I worked hard today and got a lot of rewards, good mother, right mother, no problem mother..."

   Glover was about to kick him away, but Tsimikas's expression turned bitter:

"Don't worry, I won't follow my father to join the gang, and I won't be hacked to death like him... I didn't become a gangster, I didn't bully the poor, I made clean money, conscience money, I still have to save The money will give you the best tuberculosis doctor...the best..."

   Glover's breath stagnated, he gritted his teeth, retracted his raised foot, and just gently pushed Tsimikas away.

   This bastard.

  In this warehouse...all **** bastards.

   But when he pushed Zimikas away, Glover suddenly found that on the ground in front of Zimikas, a pool of blood was swept away by the wind, revealing slanted writing:

  【preparation, plan】

   Glover was surprised.

   Plan?

  What plan?

   The next second, little Teto appeared in front of him and ran towards him...

no, do not want!

   Glover shook his head desperately and turned his attention back to the field, but he could only see Rolfe bending down in pain in front of the man in black.

   is like kneeling down.

   Damn!

  Glover struggled to resist the power, anxious:

   He made it clearer!

   It can't be this dumb guy who wants to be heroic and create an opportunity for me to escape... eh?

   Create, escape opportunity?

   Glover was shocked!

   At that moment, he suddenly understood.

   He understands, he tmd understands what Rolfe is going to do!

   In front of the man in black, Rolfe was breathing in a trance.

   The figure in front of him was a man in black for a while, Catherine for a while, a boy who changed his fate for a while, and a group of ferocious, hungry wild dogs.

   He couldn't tell the difference.

   "Once, when I was just a grasshopper, people wouldn't sit down and listen to me carefully."

   The voice of the man in black sounded, as if it came from the sky.

  Rolf shook his head hard, trying to press his forehead, but found that he reached out and touched the ground.

  Why did he... kneel down?

   "So I practiced my sword hard and swung my sword hard," the masked man in black continued, "Finally, they finally sat down quietly and listened to me."

   He patted his sword hilt and his tone became lonely:

   "But it took me a long time to figure it out: they weren't listening to me, just the sword."

  Rolfe could only see the other side's mouth opening and closing, but he had no idea what he said.

   He was even a little confused: Why did the other party open and close his mouth?

   Is it for eating?

  The air pressure was out of control and released from the alloy cylinder of the prosthesis, but he didn't realize it.

   Until his knees fell on a piece of glass slag, which just pierced the gap between metal and flesh.

   The special touch and pain made him sane!

correct!

   He is still in the warehouse, struggling with a cruel fate...

  Rolfe woke up and subconsciously put his hand into his pocket.

That Glover, that big brawny guy, that guy who everyone says is not good at sociability, but he doesn't really want to be with a big guy who doesn't want to be sociable and whose psychology is twisted, that zombie who was forced by a terrifying blade to be a pair with him... …

   Can he understand?

   Can he do it?

   Can he… succeed?

  Behind the box, the dizzy Glover gasped and tried to put his hands into his pockets.

   Exactly.

  Why didn't he think of it?

   They were trapped in the siege of so many gangs on the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang, and many of them were super-level players, as long as they were entangled by one of them for a moment...

   And Rolfe also had a badly wounded phantom blade, there was such a burden that they could not escape anyway.

  Only the two of them will not work.

   Can't do it anyway.

   After all, they are not Kingdom Wrath.

  So, to get past so many people, the only feasible way is to…

  Glover opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the panorama in the warehouse:

  From front to back, from left to right, some members of the Blood Bottle Gang groaned, some groaned, some stretched out their hands to sleepwalk, some murmured to themselves, some held their heads in pain, and many more simply passed out.

   Nekra slowly collapsed against the wall, her eyes closed and her face painful.

  Fogle's expression was ugly, and his body was weak, so he could not fall down by grabbing the handrail.

  Duro sat down on the spot, eyes fascinated and tears streaming down his face.

   Although the reactions were mixed, at this moment, the gang members in the entire warehouse were centered on the men in black, and they collapsed from the inside out, and most of them lost their ability to move.

   But at least…

  Glover barely looked to the other side in a daze:

  The road leading to the exit has been clarified, and it is no longer blocked by a large crowd of people.

   Glover staggered to his knees, finally took out a piece of injection needle with difficulty, and pulled out the needle cover tremblingly.

   their plan.

   Tiansha's plan.

   Really have you, dumb.

   Did you think about it from the beginning?

only……

   Isn't he too adventurous?

  Glover used all his strength to open his eyes: in the field of vision, the man in black bent down and looked at Rolf in a trance.

   "Now I'm giving them the dreams they want in the hope that they will actually start listening to me."

   The man in black shook his head slightly.

   "But I found out that when they start dreaming..."

   He looked at Kathleen in the corner, and then looked at the crowd of people in the warehouse, and sighed.

   "I can no longer hear what I said."

   Ever since he met the Men in Black, the Royal Guard—or rather, the Star Lake Guard, returned in disgrace, the watchman and captain, Lord Tormund Mallos began to gather intelligence and formulate countermeasures.

   One of them is how to resist the kind of mental ability that makes people fall into a mirage inexplicably.

   Mirage.

   Feeling dizzy, Glover bit the tip of his tongue, trying not to look at the brothers and sisters who were running happily in front of him—how happy they were at that time.

   The next second, he took a deep breath and plunged the injection into his thigh!

   Among the six imperial guard wings of the royal guard, the punishment wing has a special role, especially for punishment and torture.

   They have a lot of means and tools, even handed down from the ancient times of the empire, with a long history, rich experience, and improved from generation to generation, efficient and effective, it is said that even the secret department of the kingdom often comes to second people or equipment...

   For example…

   Glover plugged the needle back into the needle and pulled out an ordinary one that could be found in every home—a clothespin.

   The sullen zombie trembled, and in the phantom laughter of Little Teto, following the advice of the punishment officer "Gardener" Patterson, he clipped it to the underarm skin under the shoulder socket, and only a thin layer.

   I just don't know when the medicinal power of the Punishment Wings will start to take effect…

   But Glover doesn't know.

   He closed his eyes comfortably because he was in a trance and started thinking about something else.

   Like apples.

apple.

   Yes, Apple.

  【Fat piercer, don't cry. 】

   He clutched the apple in his pocket, wiped the blood off it, and timidly crossed the street, heading for home—or, as Tinker said earlier, the lair.

  The taste of the apple has changed a bit, and there are still more than a dozen holes on it, all of which were left by the clown with a throwing knife.

At that time, while counting the throwing knives in his hand, Kes laughed wildly and said, as long as he holds the apple, stands against the wall, stands firm, can't shake, can't shout, can't cry, can't cry, then wait for Kes to practice. After finishing a bag of flying knives, this delicious apple is his.

   And he did.

   Holding the apple, he stood firm and held it even more steadily.

   He didn't shake.

   did not shout.

   did not call.

   Even when the Joker's last knife strayed from the apple and pierced through his palm.

   I didn't even cry.

  【Fat piercer, don't cry. 】

   This apple…

   is his.

  No, it's theirs.

When he returns to his lair, we will see Sister Lilian, Stupid Tinker, Stupid Foen, Poker, Stinky Slug, and that nasty little Teto who clings to him every day and catches a cold every day. , he has fresh apples here!

  Sister Lilian will praise him the same way he praised Fern last time!

   Hey, next time I go back, all of them will envy me!

  Huh, do you want to eat, then say "please, fat dude"?

Finished? Then why don't you shout "Thank you, fat dude"?

   Now, no one dares to laugh at me for being useless. I'm fat and don't even do anything to eat!

   Chubby Duner sniffed and trotted, feeling proud and happy in his heart, and unknowingly touched...

   The wound on the hand.

   The next moment, in the warehouse full of murmurs and groans, Glover shuddered and woke up with his eyes open!

   Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, **** Nima!

   He screamed, exhaling all the air in his lungs!

   But he had no more time to think.

   The sharp pain from his armpit, which was magnified countless times, made his back cramp. Glover clutched the clip under his armpit in pain, and rolled on the ground.

   FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

   Little Teto disappeared from his eyes.

   was replaced by endless tearing pain.

   As if someone was holding scissors, starting from his armpit, he cut his skin bit by bit, inch by inch!

   The edge of the knife keeps making a clicking sound!

  They forcefully pulled Glover back from his inextricable memory.

   Well, Glover knows now: the potion works.

That's right, this is what Lord Mallos collected information and questioned the parties present. After negotiating with the flag wing, he accepted the punishment wing's suggestions and raw materials, and entrusted the logistics wing to restructure it. It is the fastest way to resist mental abilities.” solution":

   Amplify perception, focus attention, especially the torture potion that enhances pain perception.

   Alias ​​- "Lost Homeless River Shrimp".

   As for why this name...

  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

   Glover screamed in his brain as he struggled and twisted on the ground, like a river shrimp out of water.

   Grass ah ah ah!

   Good tm's - it hurts!

   Who the **** deserves to kill a thousand knives, tell Mallos that pain can overcome hallucinations!

   Let Lao Tzu know that he must be torn apart with bare hands!

   Live torn!

   Start with every hair!

   In the pain that magnified countless times, Glover shivered and held the clip under his arm, letting it loosen a little.

  The pain subsided.

   Only then did he realize that in just a few seconds, he was already covered in cold sweat.

   Damn "Gardener" Patterson, Damn Punishment Wing.

  Damn, the thankful gardener also said that this was reduced at his discretion after debugging, and if he gave enough "homeless river prawns"...

   Punishment Wing, I remember you!

   But Glover didn't dare to think about it, nor did he have time to think about it.

   "When I was young and passionate and spoke with justice, the world was reluctant to listen."

In the field, the man in black looked at Rolf, who was completely unconscious.

   "When I swung my sword and raised my voice, the world would not hear it."

   He slowly stretched out his hand and covered Rolfe's scarred neck:

   "When I wake up and do what I like, people in the world don't care."

   The man in black sighed deeply:

   "Power user, do you understand this kind of loneliness?"

   However, in the next second, the man in black turned around quickly, and the long sword was unsheathed!

Ding! clang!

   In the sharp sound of metal, the man in black swung one block at a time, blocking the sudden attack of a knife.

   The blade and the blade intersect, wrestling with each other.

   "You can still move now," the man in black breathed naturally and with ease, "It's not easy."

   In front of him, Glover was panting heavily, all his strength was concentrated on the handle of the knife, but he was unable to break through the block of the man in black.

   Damn!

   "Your hand is unstable, is it because you have an injury on your body, and you haven't been able to get it right?"

  Glover gritted his teeth, his facial features twisted.

   It's not injury that doesn't work out!

   but damn…

  Lost home river prawns!

   The power of the end spread, numbing Glover's pain.

   also flooded his mind.

   At that moment, the zombie's eyes gradually became dazed, but the movement was not slow at all, and the blade turned with the trend!

   The man in black seemed to have sensed it, and with a flip of his hand, he picked up Glover, the deadly slash that came along the blade!

   "Wait, you, I know you too," the man in black saw Glover clearly and said with a sneer, "Wool merchant, a tough guy who has carried eight rounds?"

   "What about your other comrade? The one who hides his strength at first, but actually has excellent swordsmanship and is familiar with the ten styles of the legion?"

Hold!

  The power of the end surges up, and the zombies ignore it and slash with their knives!

  Clang! clang!

The sound of    metal clashing sounded back and forth.

  The man in black unhurriedly and calmly drew out his sword, saw moves one after the other, and blocked Glover's attack in succession.

   Every time he swings his sword, every move, and even every tiny movement of sinking his shoulders and turning his wrists is just right, not a single move is superfluous, not a single style wasted, not a single gesture or a single force of strength is ineffective.

   In comparison, regardless of feint, oppression, ultimate move, defense... Glover's every shot seems to be a little bit worse, falling short and ineffective, making him feel miserable and suffocated.

While wielding the sword, the man in black even had the energy to speak: "Yes, you have a solid foundation, but you should not use a knife, but a sword, and it is Emperor Feng-oh, it is the swordsmanship of the 'Wind Knight' Glover family. ?"

   Glover Snack was surprised.

   "It's really strange, the moves are from the style of the wind knight, but there is no smart and elegant, but fierce and fierce, is it halfway through the practice of monks, not pure enough?"

   Glover was stunned for a moment, and then responded angrily:

   "Practice your paralysis!"

   The finishing power in his body exploded, and the offensive resumed!

  Clang! clang! clang!

   But Glover swung three knives in a row, all of which were easily stopped by his opponent, and he was even more frightened when he returned without success:

  Strength, speed, agility, dexterity...nothing this guy surpasses me.

but why……

  Why is he always able to hold, block and even dismantle my moves?

  I thought it would be enough to just endure the ability, but now it seems that the swordsmanship of this killer is more subtle and stronger than he imagined.

   and too much stronger.

"So it turns out, the problem comes from your power of ending," the man in black sneered, "heavy, closed, restrained, boundless - not the glory of the stars, not the flawless iron wall, not the death of the sword, but each has some Their characteristics, so it's-"

  Glover didn't want to listen to him talking condescendingly like a teacher directing students, his eyes were blank!

   "This is for Teto!"

   He roared, only attacking but not defending, and threw his life at the man in black!

   Too impulsive, this is desperate?

   The man in black sneered, the arc formed by the long sword was natural and ingenious, and with just one move, it subtly defused Glover's head.

  He was agile, and he took a few steps back just right to avoid the remaining attack from Glover.

   This offensive seems fierce and fierce, but it does not leave room for itself.

   Once the momentum has passed, that's when this brainless big man gets beaten...

Ok?

   Wrong!

   At this moment, the man in black raised his head alertly!

   Directly above him, a huge wooden signboard hanging from the top of the warehouse was swayed by the last rope, swaying.

This is--

   The pupils of the man in black shrank.

  scoff!

   In the next second, a chain sword flew past, cutting the rope.

Do not.

   The man in black caught a surprised glimpse from the corner of his eye: Rolfe woke up at some point.

  The Ghost of the Wind was out of breath, stuffed the syringe in his hand back into his pocket, and in his other hand, the original chain sword had disappeared.

It's him.

  The man in black instantly understood: it was this guy who cut off the ropes of the signboard one by one when he was jumping around in the warehouse, leaving only the last one, ready to cut it at a critical moment...

   As for the other guy…

   The man in black's peripheral vision turned again - Glover kept castrated, struggling to roll away, away from him.

   His desperate attack, just to force me into this position?

   These steps, including the ability user with great leg skills pretending to be desperate with the red viper, actually forced me to use the ability, could it be...

  Pre-planned?

   The stunned black-clothed man just figured it out when the huge wooden signboard crashed down, driven by the strange wind, straight down on the black-clothed man's head!

"boom!"

   In the deafening loud noise, the entire warehouse was dusty.

  Rolfe waved to Glover, then covered his mouth and nose, turned to hug Kathleen, and jumped up.

   On the other side, Glover didn't stop either. Holding his head and face, he pushed aside two people who had just woken up and were still in doubt, blocking the way to help the crowd, and rushing to the back door of the warehouse with a kick!

boom!

   The back door was kicked open, and the sun and air rushed in.

   Bright, fresh and warm.

free.

   Most of the people in and out of the warehouse were either affected by supernatural powers and were still intoxicated, or just woke up and were confused, and they went all the way without obstruction.

"quick!"

   Under Glover's anxious urging, Rolfe hugged Kathleen, jumped out on the prosthetic limb that was refilled with air pressure, and rushed out of this dark and dangerous warehouse!

   Succeeded.

A boxing of Golden Buddha stood up and stood out of the outdoor, chasing Rolph, and rushed.

   But there is only one thing he wants to do now. ,

   That is to roar up to the sky:

  Fuck, they escaped!

   Grass **** "Lost Homes River Shrimp"!

   Glover and Rolfe looked at each other, speeding unabated, rushing up to the retreat planned before this point, and disappeared on the pier.

  Whoa!

   In the warehouse, the huge signboard was shattered from the middle, and it was divided into two halves.

   The man in black clings to the sword and slowly stands up, just in time to see the backs of the two disappearing into a corner.

   He didn't say anything, just turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

   In the entire warehouse, from Nekra to Fogg, everyone just woke up like a dream at this time. They stood up with difficulty and looked at each other, still not knowing what happened.

   "Then, that man in black, he didn't, didn't catch up. It's really, really strange, a miracle."

   Glover hid under a bridge pier, hit the ground with his machete, and gasped heavily.

   On the other side, Rolfe, who was almost out of strength, put down Kathleen with difficulty and fell to the ground.

   After rushing out of the warehouse, they turned around on the way, I don't know how long they ran, until they ran out of strength, and then they took a break.

   Rolfe raised his right hand with difficulty and made a gesture:

  【Thank you, sorry—】

But he is still not more than standing, just recovering some physical Coro Buddha throws away the chopping knife, a punch on his face!

  Boom!

  Rolfe fell to the ground, staring at the stars.

"Hold!"

   Glover roared and patted his blood-stained chest:

   "I don't know how many times I got hit in the big scene just now!"

   He angrily pointed at the **** machete:

   "Five or six people were slaughtered, all covered in blood, and almost didn't survive - just for you and your old lover! You idiot!"

  Rolfe got up, trembling, and gestured with difficulty.

  【Yes, no—】

   But Glover didn't even look, and punched him in the face again!

   "Let me run away first, right? Hahaha, thank you so much, you're more self-righteous than the big guy, talking to yourself!"

   Zombie cursed in anger:

"I run away first? Then in front of others, I become the sinner, traitor, coward that left my companions, right! I really want to break your leg-hand! I run first, I run away , where can I run away from such a big warehouse! I run away, I run away from Nima—"

   Rolfe gasped and activated his ability, the wind blew leaves and fell in front of Glover to form the words:

【Sorry. 】

   Glover froze for a moment.

   "I'm sorry you Mahle Gobi!"

   He gritted his teeth:

   "You crippled crippled deserving crippled!"

  Rolfe has been holding back his temper. Hearing this, he couldn't help his eyes widen with anger, and he made a quick gesture:

  【I apologize! Sorry! three times! three times! three times! You idiot who can't even find a way to escape! If not, fight again! 】

   At this moment, a weak voice rang out.

   "You, ahem, who are you?"

   Glover and Rolfe were startled.

  Phantom Blade Kathleen raised her head with difficulty, clutching her broken arm, her face showing pain.

   Glover snorted coldly and whispered close to Rolf:

   "Wait back and settle the account with you!"

  Rolfe stepped on the prosthesis without showing weakness, responding with a metallic sound.

   "You, uh, where are you going back?" Kathleen closed her eyes, pained again and again.

   "It's none of your business, old lady," Glover wiped the dry blood on his face without any good voice, "You just lie down and pretend to be dead."

  Catherine smiled helplessly.

   Seeing that Glover was not easy to speak, she turned to Rolfe:

   "I need, I need a doctor, otherwise I can't live... You, you too."

  Rolfe looked at her silently, with complicated eyes.

   "Since you rescued me—his—if I die from my injuries, it will be in vain," Catherine closed her eyes again, "Right."

  Big sister's head...

  Rolfe spoke subconsciously, but could only make a simple guttural sound: "Ah."

   "Very good. You, what's your name?"

  Rolfe clenched his fists and shook his head.

  Phantom Blade raised his head and tried his best to speak:

"Why are not you talking?"

  Rolfe swallowed, only to feel a tightness in his chest.

  The atmosphere under the bridge piers fell silent.

   "Don't bother him!"

  Glover couldn't help humming:

   "Can't you see? He doesn't want to talk to you!"

   For a moment, Rolfe was grateful to Glover.

   Kathleen turned pale and leaned back again.

   "You too will die."

   "Okay, we'll find a doctor for you, shut up now." Glover clapped his hands impatiently, calculating the path from here to Kongming Palace.

   "No, you don't understand."

The magic blade spoke with difficulty, and the voice was intermittent: "I have only seen the butler of Kongming Palace, but when I turned around... Kevin Dill, I am afraid that I am determined to clear me - hiss - shuffle, shuffle blood The bottle helped."

  Shuffle the blood bottle gang.

   Glover frowned when he heard the words, and exchanged glances with Rolfe subconsciously, but after realizing it was each other, the two snorted disdainfully and turned their heads.

   "That means, your enemy is Kongming Palace?"

   "It is one, one whole, the Emerald City, all enemies," Kathleen breathed heavily, and Rolfe scooped a little water for her and carefully fed her, "As soon as you show up, you will die."

   Glover frowned.

   That is to say, they can't go back to Kongming Palace.

   It is no longer safe there.

   At least we can't go back like this, otherwise it will only bring trouble to His Highness.

   Damn.

  Thinking of this, Glover had to sigh.

   "In the Emerald City, is there any other place you can stay? It's better to have a doctor, otherwise we can hold on, and you won't live long."

   "Originally, yes. But since Kevin Deere abandoned me," Catherine closed her eyes and shook her head, gritted her teeth and groaned, "then I can't go - ah ah ah."

   "Where else can you go?"

   "In the mutiny just now, Roger and Tarimi did not participate. Their territory is safe, for the time being."

   "Yes, except for one thing: they're all dead!" Glover shook his head disdainfully.

"right."

  Catherine rested for a while and reopened her eyes, revealing the long-lost hideous:

   "In this case, there is only one place in the entire Emerald City, and one place to go."

   "Where?"

   "You won't like it."

   Hearing this, Glover and Rolfe looked at each other, hummed in unison again, and turned their heads in disdain.

after an hour.

   "Huh? Who are you? Why are you holding a knife—ah, let me go, no, no, no ah ah ah ah!"

  Boom!

   Glover impatiently knocked out the deformed man with a tumor and yelling in front of his eyes, kicked open the half-closed iron door, and walked down the stone steps with a knife in hand.

  Behind him, Rolf forcefully hugged Catherine, who had passed out again, and walked into the narrow passage.

  Damn, who would live in this ghost place? Well, whoever it is...

   Glover gasped, gritted his teeth, and reminded the people in the passage:

   "I just killed five, no, six people before I found this ghostly place!"

   At this moment, he was covered in wounds, blood and sweat all over his body, sticky and unpleasant, and his shoes were full of sewage sewage that he had just stepped on.

  Especially when he knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered.

   "Just to find someone, someone! To be honest, my patience is almost exhausted!"

   Glover was too tired to speak, and negotiating with people was not his forte, but don't forget...

   There are two people behind him, one is seriously injured and the other is pure mute.

Hold!

  Thinking of this, Glover cursed in his heart.

   He was really unlucky today!

   "Stop! This abandoned sewer was given to us by the boss Roger of the Blood Bottle Gang!"

A short, stout man in a robe who seemed to be the leader came up to meet him, nervously looking at the machete in his hand, which was obviously a gang use: "Whoever you are, on Roger's face... "

   "Roger died a long time ago!"

   Glover said impatiently:

   "Two hours ago, I was stabbed in the stomach with a knife, and breakfast came out!"

   The chunky man was startled when he heard the words, and the people around him even whispered in horror.

   Sure enough, if you don't speak like this, no one will understand.

   Glover snorted coldly and raised his machete:

   "So, now you'd better get to know each other—"

   But in just the next second, Glover's knife stopped.

   Glover's eyes widened, and the rest of his words were choked in his mouth, unable to speak.

Eh?

   At this moment, he found that the tip of his knife was pointing at a shabbyly dressed boy with a confused expression.

ah?

   And the other party stared at him in a stunned manner, his lips twitching.

   After a second.

   "Temple—" Glover said in surprise.

   "Brother—" The boy subconsciously said.

   Hearing each other's words and remembering something, the two of them both changed their expressions and stopped at the same time!

   "Wya!"

   At that moment, Thales Shining Star and Karen Glover, facing each other, said in unison, unequivocally:

   "My name is Wyah!"

   (end of this chapter)

Chapter end