If the husband does something, he must do something!

The grace of dripping water will be reciprocated by springs, and back then, when the night died with his help, how could it be the love of dripping water? That's the life-saving feeling, the grace of reinvention at that time!

If he is allowed to leave, is he still him? Can you still laugh heartily and dare to say such things as being worthy of the heavens and the earth?

"Ding! ~”

"Ding! ~”

"Ding! ~”

The fist, punch by fist, smashed on the hard steel, smashing the so-called indestructible dark iron into deformation. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info every punch is smashed in the same position, impartial. Gradually, a fist mark appeared on the chain.

However, while the fist can deform the chain, it can't break it. Although the power is controlled to the extreme, you can click on the surface and hit the point with the surface, but the Night Immortal has not reached that level after all. He uses his strength skillfully, piercing cement with his fingers and crushing stones with the palm of his hand. But after all, it is a mortal thing, how can it be compared to this dark iron that has been tempered for thousands of years?

Nightshade put away his fists, he knew that any more fighting like this would not solve any problems, it was just a waste of effort. He needed a sharp weapon, a sharp weapon that sharpened iron like clay, enough to cut through the dark iron.

No longer hesitated at the moment, and reached out to take a Yin seal...

The fat man in the dormitory stared at the two of them intently, observing their situation at all times, for fear that something would go wrong. However, since it is a yin and the soul is long gone, how can it manifest anything in the body.

"I don't know how they're doing, if only they could have a live screen." The fat man was anxious and muttered to himself.

At this moment, the Nightshade, who had been quiet and motionless, suddenly spoke, "Fatty, give me the knife." ”

"Oh mama! ~" The words that suddenly popped up really startled the fat man, and he didn't hear what the other party said.

The fat man took a look, and saw that the night was still in a state of flux, and there was no sound, and he wondered in his heart, "Could it be that I am hallucinating?" Could it be that there is too much lu and kidney deficiency? ”

After looking at it, the fat man said again, "Why don't you say it again?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Night Immortal spoke again, "Fatty! Bring me my knife! ”

This time I heard it! No longer hesitating at the moment, he hurriedly ran to the room of the Night Dead and took the silver-black Tang knife on the table. But immediately he was anxious again: "How should I give it to him?" ”

After scratching his ears and cheeks, a thought flashed through his mind: "Just put him in his hand?" ”

As soon as this thought came to mind, Nightshade spoke again, "Give me the knife quickly, time is pressing!" ”

The fat man was anxious when he heard the words, and hurriedly put the knife in his hand, and then he saw a flash of light, and the light of the knife was much dimmer.

After that, the night died and didn't speak anymore, and the fat man breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that this is the case, yes." ”

Then he sat down on the ground, but immediately sat up straight again, "No! How could he suddenly ask for a knife? What do you want to do with a knife when you go to get a sign? Could it be that he encountered danger and got into a fight with someone? ”

Thinking about it, the fat man stood up, "No, Qiao An's ability is too weak, and he will suffer alone." ”

Although the fat man is usually funny and doesn't care about the right shape, he has to say that he is still a very righteous person, thinking that they may fight with others, for fear that they will suffer less, he immediately brought his sword box here, and gave himself one according to the ritual of going yin for Qiao An just now.

"No, that's not safe."

Halfway through the ceremony, the fat man hurriedly stood up, locked the door first, and then found the spell he bought at last year's auction, and then sat down against the wall and continued the ceremony.

In the underworld

After calling anxiously three times, Ye Ying felt a chill in his hands, and a chill instantly spread all over his body, dispelling a lot of heat.

"It's finally here."

"Zheng! ~”

Pulling out the knife, it made a knife sound, and the straight blade emitted a sharp bright light. The forest is cold and cold, as if it comes from the abyss, which makes people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"Please." Nightshade stroked the blade gently.

Immediately, Tang Dao's cold light flashed, "Broken!" ”

"Huh!"

The knife flashed, and there was almost no sound, as if nothing had been cut.

"Young man, give up, even if you use a knife, you can't break this chain, don't ruin your life for the sake of impulse." The steward is also a man of temperament, upright, and he doesn't want to see such a sentient and righteous young man kill himself, if he continues, the law enforcement team of the underworld will come, and I am afraid that he will not be able to protect it even if he wants to.

However, immediately after a loud sound, the iron chain was broken and fell to the ground. The incision is smooth and flat, as if it were the original one.

The steward's eyes widened in shock, he knew very well the power of this iron rope, even if he used his strength to exert all his strength, it would be difficult to leave a mark on it, let alone cut it off. This knife is incomparably sharper!

However, if he knew that the night of the dead had been deformed with his fists before, he wouldn't know how to feel.

Nightshade took off his shirt and tied it around his waist, pinned the sheath of his sword to his waist, and then gently helped the old dean to his feet, carrying him on his back.

Because of the characteristics of the magic knife, both the Night Immortal and the old dean no longer felt unbearable heat, but felt a little cool.

"Thank you for your kindness, but there are some things that cannot be given up, and if I choose to abandon my benefactor, it will no longer be me. If I do that, you won't do that. ”

Unaffected by the heat, the Nightshade is not hindered in its movements, nor is it affected in its speech. Walking lightly, shrinking into inches, often a small step is four or five meters away. He moved seemingly slowly and quickly as he spoke, and when the words fell, the man was already in front of him.

"Are you right?"

The steward was shocked, yes, the reason why he was soft-hearted was because he was a filial son who did not hesitate to be caught in the fire and tortured in order to save his father. If he hadn't done so, I'm afraid his temper wouldn't have let him go.

"But I'm afraid I can't go now. You'd better stay away, or I'll hurt you. ”

As soon as the words of the night mourners fell, accompanied by the sound of fine footsteps, dozens of law enforcement teams in white robes had appeared neatly. Far away, he felt a solemn aura, and the spear in his hand shone brightly, like the fangs of a wild beast, flashing with a dangerous light.

This is an iron-blooded army, the law enforcement team, as the name suggests, is the equivalent of the mortal police, used to maintain the balance and law of the underworld. However, unlike the yang world, ghosts are not affected by the heavenly thunder in the underworld, and are almost immortal. A long lifespan allows them to do many things, and they are constantly proficient in one thing.

(To be continued.) )