Shen Qingmian rubbed his eyes, stared at him for a long time with watery eyes, and finally couldn't help it, hugging his neck tightly and crying.

Ling Che's nose was sour, his eyes turned red instantly, he gently stroked his hair, and his voice was choked: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." ”

The child cried and shook his head: "Don't blame my brother... Whining... It's good if my brother is here......"

"Who?!"

Hearing the voice, his eyebrows widened, his eyes were full of anger, for fear of scaring the child, so he gently put Shen Qingmian aside, let him turn his back, and said softly: "Good, sit here and wait for my brother, don't look back." ”

Shen Qingmian obediently turned his back.

Without the gentle patience of the child, Ling Che was full of anger towards the few people in front of him, his eyes were cold and his aura was full, and Ling Feng automatically flew out of the sheath and flew in front of him.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and played with it gently, his cold gaze sweeping over them one by one.

The bearded people only felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet and spreading to their limbs, and their legs were unconsciously a little weak.

Scarface stubbornly raised the knife in his hand: "You... Who are you? ”

Ling Che didn't seem to hear his words, looking at them as if he was looking at a corpse, half a sound, before he spit out a few words like charity: "My temper is not very bad, as long as you don't touch my bottom line, you can be crazy, but... If I do, I won't let it go. ”

At this point, he paused, then smiled wickedly, "Since you are the first to make me so angry, I will give you a chance to choose how you want to die, but hurry, I don't have much patience." ”

The little man has always been sleek, and he knew that he couldn't afford to provoke this person, so he hurriedly threw away his sword and knelt down: "Young man!" Young man, please spare me! It's all him! This person forced me to do it, and I don't want to! Ask the young man to spare his life! ”

The beard was furious, and he flipped the little man to the ground with one palm: "I asked myself if I treat you well on weekdays, but now when something happens, I will buckle the basin on my head, I am really blind and recognize you as a brother!" ”

The little man covered his face and fell to the ground and spat blood, unable to get up for a long time.

Too lazy to look at them in the nest, Ling Che stroked the sword body, but the corners of his lips were smiling, but his eyes were full of coldness: "You don't want to give you the opportunity to choose, then I will come according to my mood, you pray, pray... I can keep a whole corpse, heh! ”

Throw Ling Feng into the air, and the sword will be bloody.

The four men held their weapons and tried desperately to resist, but there was a huge disparity in strength, and they were injured in only a moment and were unable to fight again.

Ling Che withdrew his sword and shook it hard, and the blood stains on the sword were thrown to the ground, not stained in the slightest.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, he paced forward, stopped in front of an open box, and carefully fiddled with the objects inside, his fingers slid through them one by one, and finally stopped on the whip, slowly picked it up and held it in his hand, and then kicked the box to the little man's side, and said casually: "Everything in it must be used, and you can use it on whoever you want, and you can't let them die until the last moment, if it satisfies me, I will let you go." ”

Facing the glaring gazes of the other three, the little man hesitated.

He threw the whip in his hand and said lightly: "Don't worry, just do it, they won't resist, and ...... Who used this whip to whip Shen Qingmian at the beginning, just use this whip to whip whom, dip some chili water or salt water or something, don't stop until you see the bones, understand? ”

The little man took the whip and looked at the few people who collapsed on the ground viciously, and smiled sadly: "Yes!" I'm sure you'll be satisfied! ”

Ling Che hummed lightly, hugged Shen Qingmian in his arms, and sat on the stone table next to him to drink tea quietly.

Shen Qingmian faced his chest and looked up at him.