"Are you ready?" I asked Junko, who was walking on a horse and showing her white arms. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In order not to "disturb" Han Xiaolin, we chose the location of the comparison in the courtyard.

"Accurate, ready." Junko stammered in reply.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all, I'm a professional." I casually tossed the fruit knife in my hand twice.

Of course, this was changed at the request of Zhang Daochang, who said that my dagger was too big, but as everyone knows, the smaller the knife, the more painful it hurts.

"Big, big brother, don't be kidding, how can you be professional in cutting people?" Junko looked at the knife that was thrown into the air, and the corner of her eye twitched a few times.

"Hehe, of course there is no profession in cutting people, but do you know what kind of profession I have?" I asked with a smile.

"Big brother, you—you're not going to be a butcher, are you?" Junko asked in fear.

"Don't be funny, my brother is so handsome, how can he be a butcher." I soothed Junko's weak heart, and the knife fell in my hand, and the fruit knife gently slashed through his arm, not taking away a trace of dust.

I bent over, posed in a cool pose, and said without raising my head: "Brother is a meat seller." ”

"Ahh Junko pinched her arm and screamed in pain.

Seeing that he was going to die or live, I shook my head disdainfully, you know, don't look at my actions just now, in fact, the knife in my hand just slashed through his arm like a dragonfly, that is, cut the skin, that's all.

However, Rao was like this, and the blood still came out, which looked shocking.

"It's your turn." I said to Zhang Daochang.

According to the agreement, we will each injure one of Junko's arms, and then recite the spell and cast the spell to see whose spell works.

Zhang Daochang quickly walked to Junzi's side and asked with concern, "Junzi, are you okay?" ”

"Master, I'm ......" Junko had just said three words before she burst into a spurt and screamed.

I fixed my eyes and saw that Daochang dared to take advantage of his inattention, and had already pricked his arm.

It's the same as my technique.,He just used the blade to cut the arm of the straight.,But I don't know if it's the straight's back.,This knife seems to have cut the main vessel.,The blood.,Flowing down.,It's like you don't want money.。

"Junko, hold on, see as a teacher." As he spoke, Zhang Daochang pretended to pinch a trick and recited a strange spell, and his other palm was on Junko's wound, because he was wearing a Taoist robe, his sleeves were extraordinarily wide, almost blocking our vision, but I still saw his small movements with sharp eyes - this grandson was actually sprinkling white medicine on Junzi's wound.

It's the hemostatic medicine that didn't run!

Unfortunately, after about two minutes, the wound did not heal at all, and the blood still flowed out, staining the green grass under his feet a dark red.

"Master, hurry up and let that big brother try it, I'm afraid I won't wait for your spell to work and hang up." Junko sweated on her face and said bitterly.

"You rebel, what nonsense, how can the teacher's spell not work?" Zhang Daochang's brows were furrowed, but he didn't have the posture to get up.

"Damn, you don't even care about the life or death of your apprentice for money, and you are also worthy of being a teacher?" Seeing that Shunzi's lips were getting whiter and whiter, I kicked Zhang Dao Chang and said loudly: "The sun comes out with a drop of oil, and the golden whip in my hand rides the bull upside down. Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law! ”