The soft white slightly round little face, those big eyes, usually always lazy, can't lift the spirit.

looks dumb and confused, and there is always no reflection of other people's appearances in the bottom of his eyes.

But now, Qinghui's eyes were still scattered, and his big eyes were shining with the cold light of the blade.

The fingers were light and nimble, and the speed of the knife flipping and the people who watched the tricks were a little frightened.

There is a kind of danger and sharpness that people dare not approach.

No one would have thought that this kind of sharp weapon would be such a temperament in her hands.

Naturally, people dare not compete with the aura.

Her foot just stepped on the other party's waist and kicked the other party down at once.

At this moment, she had let go of the other party's hand, and looked at the arm hanging softly on the ground, and the foot had not let go at the moment, just stepping on the waist of the person lying on the ground.

The steady and proper posture of the little bully is obviously dealing with this kind of perversion, but when she makes it, she inexplicably feels like she is bullying people.

Everyone around was dumbfounded.

And the knife in Qinghui's hand turned a beautiful flower knife.

The light under his eyes slowly dimmed, and then he looked at the knife in his hand.

Shoddy and shoddy, not sharp at all...... Tsk tsk, there is still a slight gap?

Abandon.

commented on it like this, and Qinghui, who was not happy, turned the laziness in his eyes into a kind of irritability.

And the person under his feet was still howling, trying to roll and get out of Qinghui's feet.

The other hand tried to resist.

Qinghui sighed softly.

The foot that stepped on his waist slowly lifted, and then casually stepped on his uninjured hand and crushed it.

With the other party's screams, Qinghui was irritable, "You're so noisy, be quiet." ”

It wasn't cool or annoying, but now it's a headache.

Then the knife in his hand was raised.

A few people next to him gasped.

Seeing that the tip of the knife fell to the ground, only about two centimeters away from the opponent's fingertips, the tip of the knife was broken like this, and then the knife fell to the side with a soft thud.

"Next time, change to a better knife, and then, exercise your physique."

Qinghui's soft voice was faint, full of resentment, mixed with a hint of encouragement.

It's just that this kind of encouragement is a bit too ironic to others.

Although Lord Spirit Sword just wants to express: Although you are a Luobei who fights five scumbags, you have to have a dream!

Don't give up on yourself like this, the most important thing is to waste the time of Lord Spirit Sword.

In your case, even if you are given another knife, you will not be able to pick it up, let alone fight her.

And......

Qinghui turned his head and glanced at the people around him.

You Xia, who was sitting on the ground stupidly, the little assistant who was stunned, You Xia's agent and other actors and staff who came out of the set.

One by one, they stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Qinghui lifted his white chin.

'Coffee. ’

Light Coffee: '...... You say. ’

They all have brain sickness. ’

Light coffee: ......

What's there to see?

People just like to join in the fun.

Hum.

And—

Can't get killed.

Qinghui's delicate brows furrowed, and he looked around at the people around him who were still unresponsive, and retracted his feet.

Obviously watching them take a step back unconsciously.

It's the irritable opening, the soft little tone, the irritable little action.

"Stunned, what are you doing? Don't call the police? ”。

Don't you usually like to call the police? How did they get to this time, one by one, like a big fool.