The knife in Cheng Li's hand that had been warned of the sheath, I don't know when it started, and it returned to the sheath.

Compared with the speed of drawing the knife, such a fast knife is more effortless. Because the entrance of the scabbard is so narrow, it is no more than a square inch at most. It is no less difficult to accurately put the knife into the sheath in a high-speed movement than to shoot a small copper coin with an arrow from a hundred paces away.

But at this time, no one had time to sigh at this miraculous knife technique. It's just because whether it is for Cheng Li or the two deformed dwarfs, it is a veritable life and death right now.

At the moment of lightning, the long whip and the short sword launched a fatal blow at the same time, trying to kill Cheng Li before the flames.

"Qiang~"

In the short and sharp sound, the sword flashed, the flames moved, the long whip broke, and the short sword shattered. Suddenly, Xue Liang's blade had reached the neck of the dwarf holding the short sword, and with a slight slash, it left a red silk of blood.

The speed and change of this knife are undoubtedly among the first-rate. However, it seems that this knife is not a fatal one.

The dwarf instinctively stepped back, then reached for his neck. As far as the eye could reach, it seemed that except for the thin red silk bloodstain, even half of the oily skin could not be injured. Stunned, he couldn't help but let out a grotesque rampant laugh like a night owl.

The dwarf, who was still climbing the beams of the house with one hand and swinging in mid-air, suddenly changed his complexion and hissed, "Second brother, don't laugh!"

The word "don't" came out, and the faint blood mark on the dwarf's neck on the ground suddenly deepened and thickened. waited until the word "laugh" sounded, and the neck suddenly broke into two from between the blood. The red, thick blood suddenly spurted out like a spring. The dwarf's entire head was spurted out of the blood on the spot.

The dwarf, who was clinging to the beam with one hand, screamed and screamed, and without hesitation, he swung his arms out to escape. However, with such a swing, a stream of blood suddenly spurted out of his waist, and then the whole person was also split into two. "Bang Da~" below the waist fell to the ground, but the upper body still swung out, and after breaking through the window, it suddenly fell heavily like a leaky ball, and then threw himself on the dirt and never moved again.

Three knives are broken, and people can't see them. If someone sees it, it is like a broken string!

In terms of true power, this broken string three knives is even inferior to the "Nine Yao Slash" after many fusions and improvements. But if we talk about cruelty, blood, and the shock and pain given to those who were stabbed, there is no doubt that the three knives with broken strings are far away from the "Nine Yao Slash".

It's too fast, it's too sharp, it's too coincidental. So much so that after the knife is slashed at the target, the target itself will not feel anything. Moreover, even if the damage of the knife is revealed, the victim can still retain consciousness for a moment.

Just imagine, a person has clearly been decapitated or beheaded, even if the gods and Buddhas descend to earth, they will definitely not be able to save them. But those who are destined to die have not been able to really die for a while. During this short period of time, the pain and suffering in his heart was chilling just by imagining.

There can be a more convenient and refreshing way to make the enemy die without pain. But Cheng Li still didn't think about it, and he used such a cruel murderous knife method. It is conceivable that the anger in Cheng Li's heart has reached a certain level.

But even though the two dwarfs had been cut in two, Cheng Li's anger still hadn't subsided. It wasn't until he kicked out the body that remained in the house like garbage, and then reluctantly erected the door and closed the door, that Cheng Lifang suddenly remembered that he should actually leave at least one alive.

Who are these two gnomes? Why are they here? Who instructed them? Is there anything to do with the mysterious disappearance of the people in the villa? All of the above information could have been dug up from the mouths of these two gnomes. But now, this information has been cut off by Cheng Li himself with the separation of the two dwarfs.

There are many reasons for an error. But anger is certainly one of the most important of them all. However, even though he knew that he was wrong, Cheng Li did not regret it at all.

In any case, Banchabana can be considered his friend. Bova is Banchabana's wife, so at the moment when his friend disappeared, Cheng Li must not regret killing for his friend's wife.

He turned and walked over to Beauva. Suddenly, his nose twitched slightly, and he felt a little strange.

I just killed two people in this house, and the house should be full of blood. But now, why doesn't he seem to smell blood at all, but instead has bursts of rouge-like smells that keep rushing into his nose?

The thought flashed away, Cheng Li's footsteps did not stop, and walked straight to Bova.

Even though she had escaped the clutches of the two gnomes, it seemed as if Beauvoir was still wandering in hell. She lay on top of the skins that lay on the ground, completely collapsed. The whites of his eyes turned up, and the corners of his mouth were still foaming at the mouth. Every muscle in the body is constantly twitching and trembling. So much so that every inch of the smooth and soft skin trembled.

She is not Xue Yanxia, not Cheng Li's wife. She belongs to Banchabana. But seeing her like this, Cheng Li's heart was also tingling. At this moment, Cheng Li almost forgot that she was a woman, and forgot the clothes on her body, just like a newborn baby. At this moment, in Cheng Li's mind, she was just a poor person who had been tortured.

There was a basin of water in the house, a towel. Cheng Li used a towel to warm water and gently wiped the white foam from the corners of her mouth. However, at this moment, Beauvoir suddenly opened a slight trace of her eyes, and a strange and soul-destroying moan came from her throat.

The body, which was as strong as poison for any man in the world, began to writhe in response. It seems to twist out a peculiar rhythm, as if it is in line with some mysterious rhythm in life, and each rhythm is stepping on the gap between life and death, a line as thin as a razor's edge. It can twist almost all human desires.

Her face was still expressionless, but it looked so poignant and mysterious. It's like a fairy who has been descended from the nine heavens and lost in a wild swamp.

There is almost no man in the world who can endure this kind of writhing. Fortunately, Cheng Li is one of the very few. Instead, he tried not to look at her. Prepare to find something to cover her body.

But before he could act, Bova suddenly sat up and reached out to hug Cheng Li tightly. Hold it so tightly, like a person who is about to drown and hold on to a piece of driftwood.

Cheng Li couldn't bear to push her away, but he couldn't help but push her away. So he pushed, and then immediately retracted his hand.

In women, there are many places where you can't be pushed by men. But in this case, the man must be pushing that kind of place.

Beauvoir's body was so hot, it was like it was on fire. Her heart was beating so fast, so fast. In her breathing, she also carried that rouge-like aura, and she sprayed Cheng Li's face in one mouth.

Cheng immediately understood. Why did those two dwarfs pour that wine on her? because it could make her intoxicated, completely irrational, and become a beast with only some primitive impulses left!

It's a pity that just when Cheng Li understood this, he was also intoxicated. His body has undergone changes that no one can control.

Then, Cheng Li's sanity collapsed. For Beauvoir was already alive like a serpent, entangled him with her writhing body, strangled him, and led him into the deepest abyss of sin.