CHAPTER 40

In the dark alley, not to mention the figures, even the walls next to them could only see a rough outline, and it was impossible to tell whether it was dirt or feces under the soles of the feet, because they were too similar to the touch.

In addition, there is always a pungent stench here, and it is impossible to rely on the sense of smell to identify it.

The narrow alleys are simply the most primitive malice in the world for a big fat man like him, who is two meters tall.

"! Dead girl, see Lao Tzu catch you and don't pick your skin! ”

He stretched out his legs over some old, long-haired, moldy planks at his feet, and walked slowly with his hands on the mossy walls.

Suddenly, a pain came from the soles of my feet.

"Oops!"

The middle-aged swordsman leaned against the wall with his right foot and took off the shoes stained with filth to check the wound, it was a nail with a middle finger length penetrating the surface of his fat and heavy foot, he gritted his teeth and held the side of the nail and pulled it out hard, after all, he is also an intermediate swordsman, this small injury is not enough for him to retreat from life and death.

Tearing off a strip of cloth from his shirt and wrapping his feet tightly, although red blood was still flowing from it, it had little effect on his movements.

His eyes widened as he fixed on the thin, petite figure not far ahead, and it didn't take him a second to grab her, and his slender neck could easily be twisted by him.

Yes, just catch her!

The middle-aged swordsman limped after this narrow alley, and he was now strangely angry, the little girl from the slum shuttled through the crevices with the advantage of her size, and the deliberate slowing down from time to time seemed to be waiting for him on purpose, which made him feel extremely humiliated.

Enraged, he sprinted forward, but this was not a wide battlefield after all, just a small road full of debris.

"Whoa!!"

Unconsciously, the middle-aged swordsman came to a place where bamboo poles were piled up on both sides of the alley, and the sound just now was the sound of the bamboo poles hitting together, he was about to walk against the wall in this alley, and now these bamboos pressed on his body for a while, and he really didn't need the strength to get rid of it.

It was supposed to be the best chance to escape, but the little girl Jean stopped, and her back fell together, as if she was doing something.

Soon she turned around, holding a glass bottle filled with liquid in her hand, with a strip of cloth at the mouth of the bottle that connected to the bottle, and she had just used the flint and steel in her hand to ignite it.

There was no hesitation, as if it were nothing more than a firecracker. Looking at the incendiary flask thrown over, the middle-aged swordsman showed a contemptuous smile on his face, and then the incendiary flask was shattered one step first, and his body suddenly rose with a brown fighting aura, brown symbolizes the earth system, since it is the natural main defense ability of the earth system.

The bamboo poles crackled as they burned, but he didn't think so.

This little fire is much different from the flames spit out by the flame rats in the Northwest Desert.

The girl dropped the Molotov cocktail and immediately continued to run, and the swordsman could only see her back.

He swung his sword and cut off all the bamboos in front of him, and then continued to chase after him.

I don't know what kind of liquid was burning just now, and an inexplicable fragrance began to fill the entire alley, this fragrance was a little pungent, like the hairspray sprayed by my roommate, which made people not want to smell it again.

After the two of them left one after another, the muddy ground in the alley was slowly creeping, and something strange seemed to be awakened from below.

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The fighting spirit of the swordsman did not last long, after all, the difference between an intermediate swordsman and a high-level swordsman is not only the quality of the fighting qi itself, but also the content of the fighting qi is also a very important point.

The long-term use of fighting spirit to chase the girl in the slum made his body a little unbearable, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his breathing was very short, no different from a 300-pound fat man who went up to the tenth floor in one breath.

Luckily, the damned alley finally came to an end, and they came to a small closed square, where the slum girl also stopped.

Ha ha! Why can't you run away! Wait for Uncle Ben! Look what Lao Tzu will torture you into!

The middle-aged swordsman's fat face smiled hideously, he approached the girl in front of him step by step, he decided, he was going to break her fingers and toes one by one, gouge out her eyeballs and cut off her tongue.

Finally, with the back of his sword, he started from her limbs and smashed it into meat sauce little by little!

"You're really good enough to chase."

The girl from the slum uttered the first words of their meeting tonight, her voice a little hoarse.

"Hah! How desperate are you scared? I might as well tell you, even if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu come, you will not escape death tonight! ”

Rampant laughter echoed in this enclosed circular square.

"Why do you think I'm here?"

But the girl on the other side didn't want to make any more comments on this kind of tasteless laughter.

She crossed her hands over her shoulders and looked directly at the middle-aged swordsman, without the slightest hint of dodge or fear in her eyes.

Looking at the girl who was so calm, the middle-aged swordsman slowly put away the crazy smile on his face and began to look around cautiously and vigilantly.

"You notified the patrol!?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little scared, the reason why he did it at this point in time was precisely because he wanted to miss their work time, if he was really caught by the patrol, not to mention how much he would be fined, he would not be able to escape at least a year in prison.

"Patrols? Oh, how could that bunch of wine bags and rice bags come to patrol the slums without any benefit. ”

A mocking smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Really? Then be ready to die! ”

As soon as the middle-aged swordsman heard that there was no patrol, his last bit of worry disappeared, and it was right to think about it, what kind of person is this dead girl in front of him? Ghetto! How is it possible that a person in the slum can afford to hire a patrol?

I'm really worried more and more, is this a sign of getting older?

I've always considered myself a young man.

It seems that this feeling is especially pronounced in the past two days.

It must be the fault of this dead girl, in that case, then use this girl's blood to regain her ruthless strength!

As he spoke, the middle-aged swordsman swung his giant sword and rushed mercilessly towards the short, malnourished girl.

And the girl hugged her shoulders tightly and was a little anxious, she seemed to be waiting for something?