"Let me go! I will not show up in Xizhou, I promise!never!" the leader whispered as if he had touched what he wanted, and without reaching out his hand.

But the tone of his mouth sounded to the old man, more like some kind of threat from the superior. couldn't help but smile: "Okay, but you have to promise me one condition!"

"What conditions?" the leader immediately asked.

In the current situation, especially those steppe warriors just now, under the premise that his mentality was about to collapse, in fact, he especially didn't want to fight with the old man.

It's better to have more than one thing now, and my greatest wish is to get out of this damn grassland as soon as possible.

As for whether he will come back in the future, that's not for him to decide. But as long as you can get rid of the old man quickly, using deception and lies is definitely the easiest way.

And between the lines of the old man just now, there seemed to be some signs of loosening.

After all, no matter how important the people of Hemlock Village are, it is just a past tense of people walking tea and cooling. And his ability to be highly poisonous, the old man must also have concerns.

What if you exchange a hatred that has become a thing of the past and is completely irretrievable, and you don't necessarily kill yourself, or even if you can, you have to pay the huge price of the same death?

At least from his personal thoughts, this is absolutely inappropriate, and even completely outweighs the cost.

The moment the old man blurted out the word "condition", the big stone in the leader's heart also let go slightly.

In the old man's opinion, even through the face towel, he can only see his eyes. But a hint of relaxation flashed in his eyes, but he completely captured it.

"The conditions are very simple!" grinned again, and his eyes instantly became as sharp as a knife: "Take off your head and give it to me!"

As soon as the words fell, the leader reacted, but the old man still took the lead in attacking.

The moment when he flicked the cork of the bottle in his hand with one hand and was about to pour the liquid into his throat. A silk thread, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, came in the blink of an eye, silently wrapping around his raised wrist.

The mouth of the bottle is still more than a foot from the mouth, but it can't get even half an inch closer anyway. Just as he was about to stretch out his head to meet the mouth of the bottle, he felt a huge pull from the other side of the silk thread, which made his whole body be pulled towards the old man.

The leg muscles tensed instantly, but even then they were staggered. With only one silk thread between the two, the competition of strength first began.

Seeing this, the old man smiled slightly, and held the silk thread's right hand tightly, and at some point he had already put on his gloves. Thin as cicada wings, crystal clear, shimmering in the sunlight.

Although I don't know what kind of material it is made of, just from the appearance of it, it is a priceless treasure.

The chief didn't know because he didn't feel any pain. The silk thread that bound his wrist became tighter and tighter, and at the same time, it gradually sank into the flesh.

The moment the blood slid down the silk thread, I realized where the real danger was.

immediately gave up the act of drinking medicine, and raised his hand to cut the silk thread with a long knife. How sharp his weapons are, apart from the master who crafts them with his own hands, he definitely knows the best in the world.

It's just that the old man didn't know whether he didn't react, or he was extremely confident in the silk thread, so he smiled and let the leader make any moves.

It is also true that when the long knife is best for cutting the first third of the chop, the moment it comes into contact with the silk thread. The expected slashing did not happen, but was as useless as a fishing line wrapped around a bamboo pole.

The leader couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this, and the silk thread, which was already tight and straight, had become even more penetrating due to the sudden increase in strength.

From the leader's senses, his wrist was gradually unable to shake. With years of experience in killing and torturing people, the threads should have sunk into the cracks of the wrist bones. Even if you want to untie the silk thread, you can't do it by external force.

In other words, it would be better for him to go to a medical officer for surgery now, cut open the skin of his wrist and untie the silk threads little by little. But now there is no possibility of a medical officer, and even if the medical officer comes, he will be poisoned by his blood.

Unless?

Thinking of this, the leader gritted his teeth and became ruthless in his concern, staring at the old man with a resentful look in his eyes. Suddenly swung the knife back again, and under the playful gaze of the old man, a palm holding the bottle flew into the sky.

The dark red blood instantly formed a starry spot in the sky, and the moment the palm hit the ground, only the sound of "Kara" glass shattering sounded, and the two of them were stunned in place.

Then, their eyes looked together at the location of the sound.

The old man smiled.

The chief cried.

I saw that when the old man was about to leave, he casually threw it around the pistol on the ground, and there was already a lot of wet and broken glass scattered at this time.

The entire grassland is almost non-existent, and has long been covered by rotting grass accumulated over an unknown number of years. Even if you jump from a height of five meters, as long as you don't hit the ground with your head first, you will be intact wherever you fall.

But just a few minutes ago, the old man dropped a pistol. became the only hard object on this battlefield, and fortunately, it happened to break the bottle.

The moment the liquid touched the blades of grass, the mood of the two was completely different.

Although the old man didn't know what the liquid was, the other party drank it on the spot, and if you think about it with your brain, you know that it must be used to fight with yourself.

Now that I was touched by a pistol on the grass, I had to sigh from the bottom of my heart: Luck, luck!

I couldn't help but laugh and sneered: "I said, I really don't blame me for this, you took the initiative to chop your hands! Hmm! It's so difficult that you really don't hurt at all?"

It doesn't hurt!

The chief's wound didn't hurt at all, neither on his body nor on his wrist, it didn't feel anything at all, and it stopped bleeding in two or three seconds.

Now what hurts him the most is his heart, and that extreme anger and resentment are constantly echoing and tormenting in his heart. The thread called reason in his head was completely broken into pieces while the old man was ridiculing and sarcastic.

His whole body trembled with anger, and his breathing was as heavy as that of a bison. His eyes stared at the old man without blinking, and he barely squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Old thing!

As soon as the words fell, his right hand clenched the long knife, and his left forearm slammed into his lower abdomen. I only heard the sound of four or five bottles breaking one after another, which made the old man's pupils instantly shrink to the limit.

Because he was completely controlled by extreme anger, he actually smashed all the bottles he was carrying through his clothes, which also made the old man completely vigilant.

The other party is an expert in using drugs, and most of the bottles and cans on his body must be highly poisonous. Now all of them are shattered inside the clothes, and it is very likely that they will flow into the body with glass scratches.

Temptation is temptation, since the "poisonous man" has a desperate heart, then he must also be energetic.

As soon as he was ready, he saw the leader roar angrily, dragging the long knife behind him with his right hand, and at a speed that he had never seen before, he was about to rush in front of him in only two steps.

The right hand was tilted upward, and the left arm was also thrown over the wound synchronously.

The old man hurriedly flicked his wrist, and the silk thread that had not been withdrawn was swirled and raised high, and the whole person immediately faced the blade sideways. At the same time, he pulled the silk thread to block the blade, but successfully avoided the blood completely.

Rolled out two meters on one side again, and the silk thread quickly tripped the opponent's feet under the old man's intentional control, and suddenly pulled the belt and threw the leader down again.

Taking advantage of the gap to glance at the blood droplets on the ground, the old man was instantly shocked into a cold sweat.

I saw weeds that came into contact with the blood, and "Zizizi" emitted white smoke, as if they had been corroded by strong acid.