1690: C1690 Icy Feeling

C1690 Icy Feeling

When Qiangzi and the other two approached the Third Wife with hostility in their eyes, she felt it.

Judging from the way the three of them walked, Third Wife was confident that she could kill them all within three seconds.

And most importantly, when Qiangzi and the others showed their knives, Third Wife immediately determined where they came from and who they were. They came from the 59,473 unit, which used a knife that was completely different from the other units.

Only this group of spoiled and spoiled young masters would dare to take a knife and kill someone in broad daylight.

At the same time, Third Wife knew more clearly why they had come to kill her: they were under Zheng Shanshan's orders.

Zheng Shanshan wanted to kill her because she had said something from the bottom of her heart. She hoped that the family's teachings from more than twenty years ago would allow them to face the glory exchanged with their blood.

Unfortunately, not only did her words fail to move Zheng Shanshan, it even triggered her killing intent.

Zheng Shanshan didn't hesitate to send someone to kill her for a few words of disobedience. The Third Wife's heart was filled with bitterness. She wept for the people who had sacrificed themselves, and the cause they had built with their lives was just like that. It was not worth it.

Under the shocked and frightened gazes of the crowd, Third Wife only lightly waved her hand and handed over Qiangzi and the others' knives.

"Ah!

Qiangzi and the others were shocked and quickly retreated a few steps back. When they turned around to shoot, they saw Third Wife throwing down her knife and raising her right hand — three pistols fell from her cleaning clothes into her hands, one by one, under the Great Wall.

However, the floor beneath her feet was littered with bullets.

By the time she threw the pistol back, she had already removed the clip.

"Go back and tell Zheng Shanshan, I'll remember this debt. If there's a chance, I'll definitely pay it back. If she can live until the day I wait for a chance, then."

After saying that, the Third Wife turned around and walked to the crowd.

The crowd scattered to the sides.

Several of the foreigners held up their cell phones to take pictures, but Third Wife did not stop them.

Her heart had gone completely cold. Zheng Shanshan's stupidity, along with her disappointment towards the whole of 1973, made her feel, for the first time, that the most mysterious unit of the dynasty should not exist in this world. What else could it be other than naive and arrogant?

"What are you looking at, haven't you seen street fights before?" And you guys, hand over your phones! "

Qiangzi and the other two did not expect the third wife to be so arrogant. After being stunned for a while, they suddenly realized something and rushed towards the people who were taking the photos. They snatched their phones and threw them on the ground.

"What are you doing? Why are you stealing my phone?"

A man around the age of fifty shouted angrily and reached for his phone after it was taken away.

Wu Junxi could have sworn that he wasn't like those onlookers, who held up his cellphone and took pictures of Qiangzi and the others committing murder under the RangHeaven and Earth. He was just engrossed in filming the scenery here.

The red leaves that were burning like fire in the valley made his blood boil, as if he could feel the tragic scene of the farmers and nomads bravely fighting here in ancient times.

Liu could feel that the countless battles that had occurred inside and outside the Great Wall were a confrontation between the two cultures of this country. Whenever he imagined that the city walls were filled with people fighting for their lives, Jack Sai would tremble with excitement. He would never want to film someone fighting with a knife in the street.

However, just as he was about to take a good angle to film the long line of dragons that stretched to the end of the sky, someone rushed over amidst the cries of the crowd and snatched his phone away.

He had been a senior leader in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs since three years ago. On this visit to the Holy See, he had arrived at the Great Wall the first moment he finished his work and was overwhelmed by the grandeur of the city.

However, he didn't expect that someone would suddenly snatch his phone away. No matter how high his cultivation level was, he would be angry. After shouting, he raised his hand to snatch the phone away from Qiangzi.

Qiangzi shook his hand, and at the same time that he dodged Wu Steeler, his right foot stomped heavily on his stomach.

"Ah!

Jack Xi screamed. His hands were clutching his stomach as he staggered back. He stopped after coming into contact with someone. He was trembling because of the pain. He raised his head to call his companion who was running over.

The entire world seemed to have stopped moving at this moment.

Looking at the sky which seemed to be getting taller, Jack Sai used all of his strength to shout and slowly kneeled on the ground. He then collapsed onto the cold green brick floor.

A military knife pierced the back of his heart so deeply that it reached his hilt.

His mobile phone was smashed into the ground by someone. The broken parts bounced up and landed on his pale cheek.

As if someone was calling his name, the voice was filled with fear. Jack Sai really wanted to look up, but the moment he looked up, he sank into a dark world.

Cold.

There were also three friends who felt very cold.

He believed that anyone who was stabbed in the heart would feel this way.

The three friends had always held their hands to their hearts, hoping that they would be able to cover the spurting blood. However, no matter how hard they tried, fresh blood that was like ice water flowed out of the gaps of their fingers stubbornly.

The three friends kept backing up, only to stumble over a corpse on the ground the third time.

Just over half an hour ago, this corpse had respectfully offered him a cup of fragrant tea with both hands, calling him "teacher" and asking him for advice on a specific action in judo.

This time, he was very pretty and shy, but he was the most hardworking, the most serious, and the fastest to improve out of the seventeen disciples that his three friends had ever seen. After the God of Slaughter appeared, he was the first one to rush up to defend the Eastern Grapple Pavilion.

He was also the first person to die.

The man in front of her was handsome, with bright eyes. Even when killing someone, he seemed to be smiling. He should be a servant of the devil from hell, right?

Otherwise, how could he bear to kill all seventeen disciples?

Of these seventeen people, eleven were children, children who had nothing to do with what had happened in the distant Dynasty of God — this man should have let them go, but he did not ask, and when he was sure that the curator of the judo hall was indeed his three friends, he showed them the knife.

What word was used to describe that strike?

The three friends could see it clearly, but they also could not see it clearly. He only saw his favorite disciple, who was like a real warrior, holding a wooden warrior's long blade high in the air with both hands, and rushed over with a weird cry. Just as he was about to use the 'Windward Blade Slash' to teach this handsome man who dared to kick the big vase behind the broken door a lesson …

That devil seemed to have only moved once.

At this time, the three friends had never realized that he had a knife in his hand. It was just a shortsword in his hand (one of the three katars), and in the stores under the control of the judo hall, he sold these types of knives that were well-made but in fact did not have much damage.

As the three friends saw the weakness of the sword, they saw a bloody wound appear on the neck of their favorite disciple. The rain of blood took the form of a fan as it sprayed forward.

The devil could obviously dodge, but he did not. He still smiled and waved the blade in his hand.

What happened next?

The three friends never wanted to think about it, because he was truly afraid.

However, that bloody scene kept on churning in his mind — after the shock, some of the disciples screamed, some wailed, some threw themselves at the devil with their sabers, and some turned around and ran.

Whether it was crying or shouting, whether it was throwing themselves at the devil with wooden sabers or running away, none of them had escaped from the devil's deadly hands. It seemed like a century, or it seemed like a second, when the three friends woke up, his seventeen disciples were already drenched in blood.

Not a single one of them were still alive. All of them had been killed with a single slash, their throats cut off.

The blood that sprayed out from his mouth dyed the snow-white walls and floor. The smell of blood filled the air, stimulating the brains of the three friends. When the devil stood in front of him, he actually didn't do anything to resist.

"Who are you?"

The three friends always remembered that he seemed to have had a moment of conversation with the devil.1

The devil replied, "My surname is Liao and my name is Liao Wusi. You should have heard of this name before."

"Liao Wusi?"

He seemed to have heard it somewhere, but the three friends had already forgotten. "Why did you come to the Eastern Sisters to kill people?"

Liao Wusi seemed to be very kind because he didn't want the three friends to be idiots, so he asked him: "This month, did you go to the Jingdu City and kidnap a beautiful woman? and sent her to the side of the Yellow River in Jinnan? "

"Beautiful woman, kidnap, by the Yellow River?"

The three friends suddenly came to their senses, "Oh, oh, yes, I did. However, this matter was done by me, Hao Er (one of his seventeen disciples), and the other six have nothing to do with anyone else. Why did you kill them? "

"They were implicated by you. You must die to atone for it."

As Liao Wusi said this, he charged forward — the three friends felt a chill down their spines. They stumbled backwards as a corpse tripped them on the ground.

He immediately flipped over and kneeled, wanting to stand up, but it was already difficult for him to hold on to his knees as if he was completely exhausted. He could only breathe heavily like a fish out of water, and the words he said made him feel as if he was from another world: "I got it, your name is Liao Wusi, you are Liao Shuifen's brother, the most vicious Blue Dragon in Nine Dragon King of Dynasty, Liao Wusi!"

"What you said is very true. I never thought that there would be someone at the R Country who knows me so well."

Liao Wusi slowly walked in front of him and used his toes to lift his chin: "With Broken Army here, who else could it be?"

"I don't know."

For the first time, the three friends felt that they had something to rely on, even though they felt that someone was poking at their chins with their toes. However, their eyes became dimmer and dimmer as they thought, "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you … The mistake I made has already implicated eleven innocent children …"

Before he finished, he heard Liao Wusi reply lightly: "Wrong, it was fifteen. The other four people are your parents, wife and children."

"I — parents, wife and children?"

The injured heart of the three friends suddenly jumped. They then let out a hoarse bellow and jumped up from the ground.

Liao Wusi just looked at him with a smile. He didn't move at all after seeing him fall heavily onto the ground again.

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