"Do you know that it's not a good boy to take other people's things!"

Just as Messi was about to leave the house, a man's voice came, making his little heart tremble, and he looked up to see a man in a luxurious costume, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Messi looked at the man in horror, and although the man was smiling, he felt creepy. Moreover, when he looked closely at the man's face, a familiar feeling arose spontaneously, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Kid, give me back what you've got in your hands. This is my son's thing. The man said coldly.

"Nope! It's Mai Sister's stuff and can't be handed over to you. Messi shook his head again and again, holding the sword of Shura tightly in his arms, he didn't believe this man's words.

The man frowned slightly, and then said seductively: "If you give me this thing, I can give you a thousand gold coins." Presumably you are also a bitter child in the slums, and with this money, you can buy anything you want. ”

This is a quite tempting price, Messi's eyes lit up after hearing this price, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva, but when he thought that the thing in his arms belonged to Sister Wu's, his eyes immediately cleared up and became firm.

"This is Sister Mai's thing, I can't give you any amount of money you give me." Messi said with great firmness, taking a slight step back at his feet, and then turned sharply, trying to escape.

The man quietly watched Messi's movements, smiled disdainfully, and then stopped in front of Messi with a move, reached out and lifted him up, and threw him in a corner casually.

"Since you're so ignorant of current affairs, don't blame me for being rude. If you don't give it, I can only rob it! The man pursed his lips and said coldly, then stretched out his hand, ready to snatch the sword of Shura in Messi's arms.

Messi looked at the man's outstretched hand in horror, how could he be a little boy who was the opponent of this man, but he still held the sword of Shura tightly, this was the entrustment of his dancing sister, he was a man, he must be defended, even if he had to fight with this man.

Suddenly, Messi's eyes flashed a trace of absoluteness, he jumped up violently, and crashed into the man's arms, the man obviously never thought that Messi would struggle desperately, but this collision hit his stomach firmly, making him feel a burst of colic, and couldn't help but snort.

"Damn! Since you're looking for death, then don't blame me for being ruthless! The man's eyes were red and he roared angrily.

He, the heir of the Rost family, is full of countless glories, how can he be challenged by a little broken child!

Suddenly, a sharp sword was taken out by him, and the fighting spirit was even more attached to the sword body, he was really angry, otherwise it would be impossible to use the fighting spirit against a child.

Feeling the terrible momentum of the man, Messi was desperate, he was powerless to resist at all, but he was not afraid of death, more of a guilt for Han Wu, he failed to do a good job of what Sister Wu entrusted to him.

"Brother, don't!" Just as the man was about to pierce Messi with a sharp sword, a voice shouted anxiously, and William broke into the house at the right time, dragged Messi to his side, and looked at the man with a sad and angry face.

"William, what are you doing?"