Old Town Wind Street

The puppet taster rotated a three of hearts in his hand, and after walking past one street lamp after another, he suddenly stopped.

The dim street lamp shone on the handmaker, and the three of hearts in his hand gradually froze between the index and middle fingers. Four black-robed men wearing masks silently surrounded him.

"Craftsman? It's really easy for me to find. Zhao Ziqing slowly took off his mask and said.

"Your head is worth six thousand dollars." The playing cards in the hand of the handsmith suddenly became three!

Zhao Ziqing was silent, raised his right hand suddenly, and a dark green wormhole suddenly appeared under the feet of the hand master, and six arms stretched out from the wormhole to hold the hands of the hand master's legs.

The other three black-robed people shot one after another, and all three of them were Zhao Ziqing's subordinates, namely Lu Pseudo Sharp Knife and Tan Tianxin and a B-level Lu Pseudo.

The puppet sharp knife took the lead, and the three sharp knives stretched out from the gap between his hands, "Why do you blame Lao Tzu for the crime of perversion? The knife roared.

Tan Tianxin's hands also left his body and flew towards the neck of the hand master, and the B-grade pseudo right hand gradually expanded and finally tempered.

The hand taster did not panic, his mouth gently hummed a somewhat crazy music, and slowly stretched out his right hand to make a fist in the air, time seemed to stand still at this moment, the hand that strangled the hand taster's legs slowly moved upward, the six blades of the sharp knife and the two fists stayed on the hand taster's chest, and Tan Tianxin's hands also stopped at his neck.

"I need more time to prepare for this show."

More playing cards are in the hands of the hand taster, and the feeling is so beautiful. He stroked the smooth surface of the mask with the fingertips of his left hand. The oily texture made his breathing become shorter. He straightened the silver mask again, and the music in his mouth was already humming to a climax! The mask restricted his breathing, but it made the pleasure in his heart even greater.

Time was back to normal, the sticky sound of the blade piercing into the skin, the warmth of the hands holding the neck, the grinding of nails against linen pants, the sound of steel and bones colliding, and the rhythm of the music in the mouth of the handsmith under the mask became more and more intense.

"Feast!" The handsmith muttered.

The handsmith no longer sat still, and threw the two stacks of playing cards in his hands into the air, which glowed with a cold silver glow under the light of the street lamp.

"Brush, brush!" The playing cards in the air were divided into three waves, and they flew towards the three people except Zhao Ziqing.

"Ahhhh The first to scream was the sharp knife, because he was the closest to the hand master, countless playing cards penetrated through his body, countless blood droplets poured out of the sharp knife's chest, the sharp knife in his hand gradually retracted into his body, and the sharp knife slowly fell to the ground, no longer moving.

A-class Pseudo Sharp Knife Death

"Knives!" Tan Tianxin shouted, and as soon as the words fell, countless playing cards split the hands holding the neck of the hand-tasting master into dozens of pieces. The thick steel arm of that B-class pseudo was also cut off alive! The whole process did not exceed a fraction of a second!

Tan Tianxin leaned over and carried the collar of the B-class pseudo that fell to the ground, and instantly disappeared into the night.

"Your subordinates are really weak, are you indiscriminately filling the numbers?" As he spoke, he slowly squatted down and dipped his hand in the blood of the sharp knife, and the moment the tip of his tongue touched the blood, the master trembled violently.

Just when the handsmith was still forgetting, Zhao Ziqing summoned a black sphere and flew towards the handmaster's mask.

After a crisp sound, the face of the handsmith gradually appeared under the street lamp, and the handsmith was actually Su Lei!

At this moment, a dazzling white light shone on Su Lei and Zhao Ziqing, Su Lei hurriedly covered his face with his hand, and instantly turned into a piece of clothing and disappeared out of thin air.

The lights in the surrounding buildings were turned on one after another, and many residents opened their windows to see what was happening.

Wang De'an was suspended in the air at this time, looking coldly at Zhao Ziqing who was standing in place.

"Lackey Wang De'an? Leave. After finishing speaking, Zhao Ziqing also disappeared out of thin air.

Wang Dean didn't chase after him, and slowly fell to the body of the sharp knife to check the situation, and the surrounding residents gathered to see what was going on. Wang Dean saw that more and more residents had gathered, so he notified the two brothers Yuan Yongwu to come to the scene.

At this time, Wu Zixiu rushed out of the crowd, he was wearing an off-white coat, the length of the clothes seemed to wrap his whole body, brandishing a peachwood sword in his hand, and happily ran towards Wang De'an.

"Brother Wang De'an! Are you Wang De'an! God's Substitute! Wu Zixiu's two pairs of clear eyes were like a pool of clear water.

"Brother Wang, look at me! And your Rubidium Statues? Wu Zixiu waved the sword in his hand and said, "Can I also destroy the puppet like you in the future!" Wu Zixiu said excitedly.

Wang Dean smiled faintly, leaned down and touched his head and said, "It's not enough to have a dream, you have to put in a lot of effort." ”

The smile on Wu Zixiu's face gradually solidified, and he said softly: "Look at me, there is no difference between me and you!" ”

"Because your eyes are full of vitality, unlike us, all indifferent."

At this time, Huang Mingzhu also ran over and apologized to Wang Dean for not taking care of it, and after Wang Dean signaled that it didn't matter, she pulled Wu Zixiu and left.

Yuan Yongwu and Yuan Yongwen also drove to arrive.

"What's the situation, Team Wang." Yuan Yongwen walked briskly and said.

"Zhao Ziqing and the puppet civil war." Wang Dean said lightly.

When Wang De'an saw Yuan Yongwu, he motioned for him to come over and said, "Yuan Cheng, don't you care?" ”

"Yuan Cheng? What are you mentioning him for? I listen to you and let him grow freely. Yuan Yongwu spread his hands and said.

"Oh, it's okay, I just saw a boy, a lot like him when he was a kid." Wang Dean looked at the crowd as if looking for Wu Zixiu, but he couldn't find it, and then Wang Dean sighed and said, "You are really a bad father." ”

"Bad father? Bad father described me as more than enough. Yuan Yongwu said with a smile.

"I'm a crazy person."