Chapter 1088, Blind!

The beat of the drums, the passionate music, and the hoarse roar of a group of men.

The woman was lying on the leather sofa with her eyes slightly closed, and her fingers were quickly beating on the leather backrests on both sides of the sofa.

Because her nails were too long and her movements were too fast, she didn't care about the cuts that were drawn out of the leather sofa.

She was so engrossed in the music that it was as if this was her whole world.

It wasn't until the last note was over that she stopped, and lay there panting with a face full of intoxication, as if she had just gone through a war between men and women.

It took a long time for her to open her eyes.

Pick up the well-soaked red wine on the table and take a sip.

Only then did he reach out and pull a piece of red silk next to him and put it on his body, and shook the copper bell at hand.

Soon, the wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and a handsome but lifeless man stepped in.

"Ma'am." The man bowed and saluted.

"Any news?" The woman held the bottle and poured the wine to herself, as if she did not see the man's face close at hand.

"Nope." The man said.

"I have a bad premonition." The woman said. "With the strength that the Earl has, it should have been done a long time ago. But there has been no response until now - though I hate to think so, I think it's ridiculous. But we had to be prepared to accept the worst - to accept that the Count would fail. ”

The man's throat moved, and he finally gave his opinion.

"Ma'am. That's impossible. ”

Smack-

The woman slapped the man in the face, but her voice was calm as usual. "After following me for so long, haven't you seen clearly that there is nothing impossible in this world?"

"I see." The man said.

"Find someone to answer." The woman said.

"I know how to do it."

When the man got up and left, the woman lifted the red silk and stood up.

She stood by the window of the castle with her body up, looking at the green trees and red flowers and the endless golden wheat fields outside, like a frozen beautiful oil painting.

"It's going to rain." She stretched out her hand and said—

Qin Luo was very patient.

The last thing he lacked was this.

Since he was very young, when other children were playing and running outside, he would carry the little horse and sit in front of his grandfather to recite the awkward "Soup Song" and the name of the medicine. At the slightest mistake, Grandpa asked him to stretch out his little palm, and then he took the bamboo ruler and hit it down heavily.

Many times, his little hands were beaten red and purple.

nǎinǎi looked distressed and nagged to his grandfather to be gentle with the child, but grandpa pretended not to hear it with a blushing face.

Although my father and mother were also heartbroken, they didn't even dare to say anything to plead in the face of the old man who had supreme authority at home.

I can't say that I can't bear to say that.

Everyone said that this child would not survive, and it was this stubborn old man who refused to let go. He took him to the south and north to seek medical advice and medicine everywhere for help, and spent most of the 1365 days in the deep mountains, old forests, famous mountains and rivers.

No one loves Qin Luo more than him, and no one is qualified to accuse him of what he did to Qin Luo.

Therefore, Qin Luo knew that his family couldn't help him, and if he wanted not to be beaten, he could only rely on himself to be cautious and serious.

So, his xìng zi was cultivated at that time.

Now, he's being patient with Takemoto's heartlessness.

He was patiently waiting for his illness to attack, patiently waiting-

As the poison spreads, Takemoto's unintentional expression becomes more and more hideous and painful.

In the end, he finally got unsteady on his feet.

He holds a long knife in one hand and supports his body with the hilt. The other hand was on the wound in his stomach - his body was bent as if he might fall at any moment.

Qin Luo licked his lips and grinned.

At this moment, a mutation protruded.

The one that looked shaky and was about to invade with poison soon fell to the ground, and Takemoto suddenly attacked.

This is not a temporary death throes, but a real - high-level attack. It's like he wasn't poisoned at all.

He still maintained a bent posture with one hand on his stomach, and swooped forward, and the hand holding the knife had already changed its position, originally 'crutche', but now it was gripping.

The long knife and the human body are one, the knife is the person, and the person is the knife.

Qin Luo looked at him in surprise, as if he couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

Obviously he is about to die, how can he still run so fast and attack so fiercely?

Takemoto had a hideous expression, holding the long knife and striking it fiercely.

He could see the shock and panic on Qin Luo's face, which filled his heart with pleasure and the desire to kill.

It's close.

It's closer.

Again passed by - no, not in the past.

Because when he was about to come over, Qin Luo's body suddenly moved. He also lowered his body and rushed forward.

Their bodies collided in the middle, followed by a long pause.

"Y-why do you know?" Takemoto asked unintentionally.

"Because you're not poisoned at all." Qin Luo said. "I don't know why you weren't poisoned - but, if you did, the poison didn't attack in the way you suggest. It is not painful, on the contrary, it makes people dizzy and happy. It won't make you sweat because it's a cold poison, so it's not easy to get rid of - and the poison I smeared is called a half-step down, and you don't even know you're poisoned before the poison attacks. By the time you know it's too late, don't you think you're overdoing it? ”

Takemoto grinned and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh.

In his stomach, Qin Luo inserted a knife again-

If you want to kill a dragon covered in scales, what part of it should you stab first?

Undoubtedly, it's the eyes.

What about people? It's the same.

The eyes are the most vulnerable part of the human body. Even if it is a kung fu such as a gold and steel cover and an iron cloth shirt, there is no way to practice the eyeballs without breaking the water and fire.

In the face of the earl who unleashed his bones, the military advisor was a little helpless. All physical attacks didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Not only that, but the rebound of his body is extremely strong, and he may be pushed back at any time like the first time and fall half to death - falling on his heels is a trivial matter, and it has no meaning to a special operations soldier like the military advisor who has been polishing his body since he was a child. However, he can also hurt his heart from the inside and outside at the same time, which has to be taken seriously.

No matter how solid your flesh and skin are, if the internal organs are broken, you will still lose your combat effectiveness, or die suddenly.

So, the advisor aimed at the earl's eyes.

She was going to use this as a breakthrough to seriously injure the Count, or at least to make him lose the ability to discern things and directions—

However, she couldn't be sure if the eyes were his 'valves'. So, she had the heart to give it a try.

She happened to have half a burning cigarette butt in her hand, and she flicked her fingers and flew out.

In the hands of ordinary people, a small cigarette butt is difficult to carry any lethality.

Unless you kid has an idea on your back, you flick a cigarette butt into a pile of cotton or a fire on a straw bale where people in the countryside are piling up firewood. Otherwise, it will soon go out naturally.

However, in the hands of the military advisor, it is no different from an iron nail or an iron ball, and it is still burning.

Everyone knows that the eyes are afraid of light and fire.

When the cigarette butt flicked into the earl's face, although he did not dodge the cigarette butt in order to hide his gas valve and let the cigarette butt hit his face, his eyes still narrowed slightly.

This moment was captured by the military advisor, and the fate of his defeat was decided.

As a result, half of the more than 400 punches that the military advisor threw just now hit him in the eye socket.

In this case, even if he closes his eyes in time, it is impossible for a thin layer of eyelids to protect his eyes from harm.

After more than two hundred punches, the earl's eye sockets were swollen, and the eyeballs—eyeballs were directly shattered. Shattered from the inside out.

So, as soon as the count opened his eyes, or rather, as soon as he opened them, blood flowed from his eyes.

The current count is just a blind man.