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Three knives!

Six holes!

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The young tyrant's already fair face was even paler, it was an unhealthy white, and there was even a trace of dead ash in the depths of the whiteness.

At the last knife, the young tyrant finally screamed out, screaming bitterly and painfully, just like a child. It's just that there is no contempt or contempt for everyone present, and there is only admiration and respect.

Everyone knew that he was trying to save his teacher, and although his teacher betrayed him, it was also because of this that everyone appreciated his actions even more. There was no shortage of rough-skinned people present who could calmly face the punishment of three knives and six holes, but few people could hold the boat in their stomachs and forgive the betrayal of their cronies.

"Looking at his thin skin and tender meat, I thought he was a sissy, but I didn't expect to be able to bear this kind of pain, he is a man."

"If I had, I would have screwed that old man's head off a long time ago, I really admire his bearing!"

"That old man is his teacher, and it seems that he is also a magician, so this ability is really not covered."

Even Zhao Xin was quite touched, and held back for a long time to say, "What are three knives and six holes, I only have one hole when I poke out three shots, believe it or not!" ”

Believe, of course you do!

According to Cangyue Tong, the punishment of the three swords and six holes in the rivers and lakes is second only to self-judgment, and it is usually used to atone for people's sins. This method is much more sincere than taking the guilt, and in general, the other party will forgive the mistake.

However, Qin Bing knew that the young tyrant did not accept the three swords and six holes not really to save his teacher, but for another purpose.

Cangyue Tong saw his extreme desire for power, so he gave Qin Bing this idea. In this way, Qin Bing saved face and achieved the goal of establishing authority, but he did not offend the magician group. The young tyrant also achieved his goal, that is, to win the teacher's heart.

Loyalty!

The old man once said, "You can't give me what I want", and now, the young tyrant proves with his actions that what he can give is what no one else can give, that is life!

Today's events will definitely spread all over the world at a very fast speed, the white-bearded old man is ruined, a magician with unbearable character and betraying the master, no one dares to use it with confidence, the only thing the old man can do is to follow the master in front of him to the end.

Because no one will trust him, and no one will dare to reuse him.

He didn't have a choice!

In addition, there is another advantage, if this matter reaches the ears of the young tyrant father, he will definitely look up to him, and this means of convincing people will inevitably add points to him.

With one stone, the only thing to pay is a little flesh injury, and this kind of business is simply a million profits.

Of course, this kind of trick can only be tasted by a very few people, at least Qin Bing doesn't know it, and Zhao Xin doesn't know either.

Cangyue Tong said to Qin Bing in her heart: "This local tyrant has shown his heroic bearing at a young age, and he will become a great weapon in time." You can invest in him before he has a career, and there will be a thousandfold return in the future. ”

Qin Bing didn't believe it, "Just by him, even the most dear subordinates are nails planted by others, maybe one day the little life will be gone, and it will become a big weapon?" ”

Cangyue Hitomi replied lightly, "What if we help him?" ”

For Cang Yuetong, it's just one more trumpet, the only difference is that Qin Bing's "number" is practicing manually every day, monitoring around the clock, and safety is guaranteed. The "number" of the young tyrant can only be commanded remotely every three or five times, and it may be disconnected from time to time, and even the number will be stolen.

The door of the Pocket Jar Shop was cleaned, and there was no trace of the bloody massacre of a few hours ago, and the Pocket Jar Shop was back to its former prosperity.

There was a long queue in front of the door, and the people waiting were blowing nonsense from all over the world, but for some reason, the voice of the chat was much lower than before, and everyone subconsciously lowered their voices. Although the blood in the air had been cleansed, the terrifying oppression lingered for a long time.

Qin Bing's goal was achieved, and the nearly 1,000 bloody corpses were the best example to kill chickens and monkeys, but what people were more talking about was the matter of level 15 magicians.

Some people doubt the authenticity of the level 15 magician, but with their own eyes, the old man raised his hand to hold up a thousand pocket jars, and even imprisoned thousands of people in the palm of his hand, this kind of strength is definitely not a fraud, even if you invite actors, it is impossible to act so really, let alone thousands of people who use their lives to act.

Therefore, the conclusion of everyone's argument is that the old man is indeed a level 15 magician, as for why he behaves like an ordinary person, he is not even as good as an ordinary person

"Maybe it's because of Xinye."

"Magician nemesis Shinye!"

"Xinye is mighty!"

As a result, Xinye quickly became a verbal ridicule, and all incomprehensible things can be explained by "Xinye is mighty".

Someone dug up Zhao Xin's glorious deeds of single-handedly challenging the level 10 martial artist Galen before, so everyone exclaimed again, it turned out that this was not the first one.

The white-bearded old man who was recuperating from his injuries heard the rumors outside, and he was so angry that his stomach hurt, and he cursed in his heart, what a broken thing, it was clearly because

But thinking about the scene carefully, the old man suddenly shrunk his neck, he understood that there must be a master behind this Zhao Xin, as for why the master likes to spoof, the old man scratched his scalp and couldn't think of it, so he could only consider himself unlucky. Who let himself hit the muzzle, or pouted his ass and hit the muzzle.

On the bed in the other room, the young tyrant lay quietly, except for the pain of the wound and twitching and trembling from time to time, he was as silent as a corpse.

Qin Bing stood beside the bed, looking down at the eyes of the young tyrant.

"I helped you today, how can you thank me?"

The young tyrant raised his hand and stroked the silver-gray hair covering his eyes, he blinked, and his azure eyes were full of sincerity like the sea.

"You have earned my friendship, my name is Scandiodin!"

Odin?

Hearing this name, Cangyue Hitomi secretly said in his heart, if this is his real name, then his origin must be extraordinary, because Odin is the name of a god, maybe he has the blood of a god flowing in his body.

Qin Bing nodded, then waved his hand to draw a talisman in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the healing technique was completed, and a green light poured down, and the light flowed towards the Scandi's legs as if it had spirituality, especially the wound, which was wrapped in a thick layer of green light.

Scandi exclaimed, because he was shocked to find that the injury on his leg was healed, there was no sequelae, not even a scar, if it wasn't for the pain that was unforgettable, he thought that everything he had before was a dream. To be continued.