Chapter 300: Hero
Who's coming?
In the wind, the man did a great job. The shot was decisive, the hand rose and fell, and the seven-foot green sword waved, and the blood beads on the blade shook off, and there were no traces of blood.
The sharp lines of this blade are very similar to his side. The man is like a sword, and the sword is like a man.
Dressed in black, he fluttered in the night breeze, and he stood there with only his silhouette exposed. But it was the same as the sword in his hand, it was cold and cold.
The hooked nose is high, and the eyes are narrow and graceful, and Kim Shanlai is stunned.
Of course, it's not that he's a big man who suddenly has a flood of spring heart, and Dai Lingyu is in a daze when he sees the young master!
It's so handsome!
Thinking that he Jin Shanlai has lived for so long, he doesn't want to become such a big knight, coming and going without a trace, and shooting without a trace.
No mercy!
This intense night is as cold and wanton as this young man, and it is strong with the dangerous and murderous atmosphere of the dark night.
These Seven Killing Messengers took Ye Tian's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, but he didn't expect to die in the hands of this peerless master!
This is the real chivalrous man! It's the manly image that he has been dreaming of for many years!
They all gasped suddenly, and before they could hold a tear of sympathy for the messenger who had thrown himself into the net in a panic.
Kim Sun-rae seems to have seen the idol of his dreams!
What he yearns for, what he wants to become! All of a sudden, his eyes widened, and his almost inaudible gasping sound made the young master on the side move his ears.
Hanging his head and looking at it very jokingly, sure enough, Jin Shanlai was stupid!
"Hey, hey!" The young master is not sorry for the Seven Killings Cultist who was kind enough to be a donkey's liver and lungs and then killed himself.
But he stretched out his hand to block Jin Shanlai's sight and waved his hand in front of him.
What's the situation?
Ah Lai actually looked at a man in a daze?!
At first glance, he is a knight with good skills, black clothes and black hair, and a hunter who melts into the night.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
With him Ye Tian here, Ah Lai has no reason to think that this kind of person is very eye-catching and dazzling, right?
Looking at Jin Shanlai with a grudge on his face, Ye Tian's heart was sour. I always knew that Ah Lai would be in a daze when he saw a beautiful girl, but this time, he changed to a man?
Ah, you idiot! It's just inexplicable! Suddenly, the young master felt a little sad......
"Huh? What are you doing! Where did you come from? Tetelandγγγγγγ β
Kim Sun-rae was excited, he seemed to see himself in his imagination!
"What? Too what? Ye Tian raised his eyebrows, how could he never see Ah Lai worship him like this?!
The smell was overwhelming, and he wanted to be angry.
"Too γγγγγγ It's amazing! You know, I've always wanted to be like that! Black night clothes, seven-foot long sword! Then come and go without a trace, killing invisibly! Ouch my mom, but where is it like me now, where I can only pretend to be crazy and stupid? β
Kim Sun-rae was excited and embarrassed.
It turns out that he still has such a silly dream in his heart?
Ye Tian snorted coldly, smiling bitterly. Ah, twenty-one, these words are still like a child!
It really made him feel angry and funny!
Isn't it easy to get black clothes and a long sword? This fool, he wants to teach him peerless martial arts and still hasn't received it!
I'm envious of a fart now!
This man is really good at screaming, killing people, and still standing there motionless.
It's so pretentious, it's really unpleasant to look at.
"Don't look at it! Am I not as good as this man? Can't you look forward to worshipping me? β
The young master said very childishly, he didn't like Jin Shan to praise others at all. The discomfort in my heart is simply overturned.
"You're so good-looking! It's useless for me to envy! "Kim Sun is telling the truth. envy people like Ye Tian is purely their own guilt. He didn't want to compare himself to the young master.