Mitsui was handsome and wanted to run, but of course Yan Murong would not agree.

Yan Murong is a proud man, but he is not arrogant, since the current situation is in his favor, why let him go? Let Mitsui be handsome, and there will be endless troubles in the future.

It's a game, it's a hunt – or rather, it's a game of hunters and prey.

When he was in the mountains, Yan Murong not only liked to use pure violence, but also liked to use some traps to trap some large beasts - they were arrogant, arrogant, and invincible, and even if they were trapped, they would still bare their fangs and wave their claws to demonstrate to you. But when you trap them for a few days and make them feel threatened with death, all that pride and arrogance are gone, and all that is left is the desperate desire to live.

Humans are not animals, they are more complete in their feelings than animals.

Eat when you're hungry, drink water when you're thirsty, strip when you're hot, fill up when you're cold -- ants still steal life, let alone humans who have long been accustomed to both material and spiritual enjoyment? Therefore, no matter how powerful people are, when their lives are threatened, they will have an instinctive fear - they want to live, they desperately want to live.

"Master, we will protect you to go."

As he spoke, Mitsui Hidetoshi had already stepped out from behind the tree under the protection of these dead soldiers.

"Bang bang bang-"

While running out of the woods, the guns in the hands of these dead soldiers also rang out, shooting indiscriminately at the surrounding trees without any aim, in order to prevent Yan Murong from jumping out of nowhere.

It's a pity that Yan Murong doesn't plan to play a heads-up game with them now, but hides himself in the dark and constantly uses hidden weapons to attack.

"Boom-"

Like sharp arrows off the string, wooden sticks were shot from all directions at the dead man who protected Mitsui Hidetoshi inside.

The sound of skin being penetrated kept sounding, and many dead soldiers were pierced in their bodies, abdomen and legs, but they didn't care about it without pain, and they kept protecting Mitsui Yingjun to death, not caring about their own life or death.

Soon, the dead fell one after another.

Seeing the number of people around him continue to decrease, Mitsui Hidetoshi felt that his breathing was not so smooth.

"Bang!"

As another dead man fell to the ground, there were only two people left by Mitsui's handsome side.

"Yan Murong, you come out." Mitsui Hidetoshi stopped in place, roaring loudly at the dark woods, and the two dead soldiers beside him were also nervous, the guns in their hands had already run out of bullets, so they could only pull out the dagger they carried and look around vigilantly.

"There's a kind of you coming out." Mitsui Hidetoshi emboldened himself with this way of shouting, but a trace of fear and tremor in his voice could not hide the fear in his heart at all.

"What can you do if I come out?" Yan Murong's voice sounded suddenly, and immediately after, a black shadow flashed in front of Mitsui's handsomeness.

The black shadow was getting closer and closer, and every step on the ground was silent—but it was this silent footstep that made Mitsui Hidetoshi and the two dead men feel an inexplicable fear, as if death was quietly approaching them, and in the next second, maybe a few seconds, their lives would be ruthlessly harvested by the scythe of death.

"You told me to come out, and I came out." When there was still a distance of four or five meters from Mitsui Toshiming, Yan Murong stopped, looked at Mitsui Jun, who was blue-faced, and said with a smile. "I admire their courage not to be afraid of death – they don't have pain nerves and they don't fear death, but that doesn't mean they won't die. Tonight, they're going to die, and you're going to die too. ”

The corners of Yan Murong's mouth curled up in a good-looking arc and said. "Any last words? Let's talk about it together - of course, if it's too complicated, I won't necessarily be able to do it for you. ”

"You want me to die? Hahaha-" Mitsui Hidetoshi suddenly laughed, and the expression on his face was particularly hideous. "If I die, that old thing from Masao Mitsui will also die, and likewise, your woman will also die."

"My woman is safe." Yan Murong shook his head indifferently. "As for Masao Mitsui, that's your father, not mine, what does his life or death have to do with me?"

Mitsui is handsome and not stupid, he naturally understands Yan Murong's words.

It was clear that this guy had known that something was going to happen in the evening, and something had already been arranged.

In this way, his threat became a little weaker. As for Masao Mitsui - yes, that's his own father, what's the matter with him?

"You two." Yan Murong stretched out his hand, nodded at the two dead soldiers with guarded faces, and said. "I admire your loyalty. To give you face, I'll let Mitsui run first, and as for the two of you - kill me, he can live. If I kill him, he will still die. What do you think? Would you like to play games with me? ”

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Mitsui's handsome face turned pale, but it was not hopeless. Now, he only hoped that the only two remaining dead soldiers could resist Yan Murong for a while longer, as long as he ran out of this wood, he could drive away, and as long as he ran home, he would be able to live.

"Master, run."

The two dead men glanced at each other, shouted at Mitsui Yingjun, and rushed towards Yan Murong with a dagger, but Mitsui Yingjun was like a frightened rabbit, and he didn't care about the life or death of the two dead soldiers, so he ran out of the woods.

"Sometimes, the dagger doesn't have to be a melee weapon." Yan Murong shook his head with a sigh. These dead soldiers are loyal but loyal, but unfortunately their IQ is not high, so they rush up with daggers in their hands, which is really stupid.

"Whoosh-"

A flash of silver light flashed in Yan Murong's hand, and then, a silver light like a meteor shot out from his hand, and on the next side, there was an extra dagger on the neck of the dead man who rushed to the front—to be exact, there was an extra handle of a dagger, and the blade of the knife had already penetrated his throat.

After two steps forward, the dead man fell to the ground with a reluctant face.

What about the heads-up? That was the last thought of the dead man before he died.

Taking advantage of the moment when Yan Murong threw the dagger, another dead man had already rushed up, following Yan Murong's appearance, the dagger in his hand was thrown out with all his might, and the cold light pointed directly at Yan Murong's chest.

"Smack!"

Just when the tip of the knife was still a few centimeters away from Yan Murong, a palm appeared out of thin air and firmly grasped the handle of the knife, so that the dagger could not move for half a minute.

"Whoosh!"

Before the dead man's surprised eyes disappeared from his face, the dagger in Yan Murong's hand pierced his throat first.

"Poor boy." Yan Murong looked at the dead man who was unwilling to fall to the ground, shook his head and sighed lightly. "It's also to blame that I didn't make it clear - since I haven't practiced, don't use such a big secret weapon, it's easy to be discovered."