"There are essential differences between Bai Lingjian and Jin Lingjian, especially the attributes of the soul statue and the additional weapon system. Without being infected with bestiality, it will lead to low attack and extreme lack of attack. In the face of this situation, Yuexia is still in the top ten of the same generation, and the other nine are all noble children who use Jin Lingjian and are infected with beasts. ”

Walking in Frankie's back garden, Farney explains common sense to Tortureblade and lets Tortureblade know the horrors under the moon.

The blade's face was still pale, but the position of the internal organs had been restored. With his left arm wrapped in a bandage on his chest, he listened attentively to Frankie's side.

"Persistence and self-discipline..." Torture Blade kept thinking about these two words in his mind, as well as the instructor's slash and the thorn under the moon.

"She's pure, just like me." Torture Blade said suddenly.

Farney was stunned for a moment, not expecting Tortureblade to say this.

Tortureblade looked up and said, "She is pure clean, and I am pure filth." Her heart is as sharp as her sword, swift and sharp. In this way, even if she doesn't have a beastly nature, she can unite her heart and sword, so as to achieve that terrifying attack power. ”

"What about your heart?" There was an eerie glint in Frannie's eyes.

"I don't know. I used to think that with enough hunting skills, I could hunt the prey I wanted. So I tried my best to improve my hunting skills. ”

Tortureblade said, staring at Frannie.

Frankie was stared at like this by the torture blade, and suddenly the pores of her whole body contracted, and her hairs stood on end.

"My hunting skills have reached the extreme, and now, I want to get stronger!"

The moment she heard this, Frannie pinpointed an emotion in Torture Blade's eyes, an emotion that had never appeared before—longing.

"Good!" Frannie's whole body trembled with excitement.

"As long as you still have desires, and there are desires. Then I'll have a way to hold you in my hands! ”

Frannie hides it well, and Tortureblade doesn't seem to notice what she's trying to do with her.

"If you want to get stronger, I can help you effectively."

With that, Frannie was ready to hear Tortureblade's request. As long as she knew the requirements of the torture blade, she could hold the hilt of the blade completely.

But as a result, it always backfires.

Tortureblade's eyes swept through the verdant woods, and he said calmly, "If you want to become stronger, you can only rely on yourself. ”

Hearing this, Frankie had a burst of consternation in her eyes.

"The hunter's code is prudence and patience. And the criterion of the strong is persistence and self-discipline. Deng Heng is right, the people here are not useless. Tortureblade ignored Frannie and said to himself.

Looking at Tortureblade's quiet and serious expression, Frankie felt a little deflated, followed by a burst of anger.

"Am all my efforts in vain!?"

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, so Frankie grabbed Tortureblade's shoulder with one hand and was about to scream. But he was held by the torture blade backhand and twisted it at will. Frannie's body pressed against the blade.

Her right arm was wrapped like a tightrope around her proud breast.

Torture Blade stared at her with devouring eyes like wild beasts, but said in a calm tone, "In the face of a hunter, don't attack easily. ”

Frannie's face turned red for a while, and the face turned white from the gaze of the torture blade.

Letting go of Frannie casually, the torture blade didn't care about the soft touch on his arm, squatted down, looked at the caterpillar among the leaves, and said, "Deng Heng asked me to listen to you, I will listen." ”

Frannie stared at Tortureblade's calm face, and her heart was suddenly relieved after a moment of humiliation.

"When we first met, it was much worse than it is now."

Frannie is a very smart person, she knows how to weigh the pros and cons, and she doesn't do anything reckless.

"I can't touch him yet, I still have a lot of plans that I need his help with." Rubbing her breasts, Frannie calculated.

This matter was quickly taken to the bottom of Frankie's heart, and then began to prepare plans for the evening.

"Since Uncle Deng asked you to listen to me, then you should listen to my orders first. Let me tell you about tonight's mission. ”

Tortureblade turned his head and looked at Frannie without speaking.

Now Farney is a little used to this kind of torture blade, and said directly, "The person you are going to kill tonight is called Corde, a big ore merchant on the border of the Apocalypse Alliance. I've been told that he's quietly taken refuge with Baruca now, intending to make a fool of me tonight. ”

"What's the fool?"

Frannie sneered, "How else can you make a fool of yourself? The wild dog had been pursuing me for several years, and with his own resources, he had asked my father several times for marriage. If you want to make a fool of me, it's very simple, get me into bed and completely destroy the image of my saint. This will not only suppress the momentum of our Rhodes family, but also make me lose all my political future. ”

"Going to bed? Oh, that's what it means to mate, right? Just one mating can cause such a big problem? Hearing this, Torture Blade didn't quite understand.

"Copulation!? Frankie looked at the torture blade speechlessly, although she had been advocating the rejection of physical relations and the improvement of women's status since she was a child. But as a human being, she still felt very uncomfortable when she heard this word.

Tortureblade didn't care about Frannie's appearance: "Is there a problem?" ”

"Ahem" Frankie cleared her throat, not dwelling too much on the issue.

He handed Tortureblade a photograph of a white-skinned man in his thirties with somewhat dull skin.

"This man is Cold, tonight. He will definitely keep approaching me, and even offend me, you have to pay attention to me all the time, look at my eyes and act, when you shoot, don't care about anyone, just kill with one blow. ”

After taking the photo, Torture Blade asked rhetorically, "Just kill them when you meet, why is it so difficult?" ”

"This is a human society, although some values have been distorted. But the rule that murder requires a reason still exists. ”

After listening, Torture Blade didn't comment too much. After taking a closer look at the person in the photo, he handed it to Farrani and said, "Don't worry, if he has evil thoughts in front of me, I will feel it." ”

After speaking, he squatted on the ground again, looked at the flowers and plants and stopped talking.

The clock was fast approaching evening. Frannie dressed herself in the crowd of servants.

The man whom Farani called Uncle Song found the torture blade and gave him a black suit.

At first, Tortureblade refused, but when he saw that everyone around him was wearing this garment, Tortureblade had no resistance.

The old hunter once said, "When a gun shoots a bird, the hunter can easily hide his presence anywhere and wait for the appearance of the prey." ”

washed off the blood stains on his body and put on a decent suit, it looked like the rustic finally had a serious look. If you can ignore his left arm hanging from his chest, of course.

Uncle Song touched the left arm of the torture blade and said, "Your bones and muscles are much stronger than ordinary people. However, once damaged, its recovery speed will be much slower. ”

After a pause, his face approached and he said solemnly, "Tonight, we can't help you." You can only make a shot. So, you can't afford to miss it. ”

Torture Blade's expression was calm, and he glanced at him calmly and said, "It's just killing someone." ”

“！！！” This glimpse made Uncle Song's heart tremble.

In the dressing room, Uncle Song stood beside Frannie and said solemnly.

"Killing someone... His mentality is completely out of people's mind. I saw a lot of murderous maniacs when I was in the Expeditionary Force. These murderers are either for their own desires or for something else. Even the most hateful murderer has a reason for his killing. Only when there is enough reason will the sense of resistance and fear of killing one's fellow race be sanitized. ”

Gently putting on lace gloves, Farni smiled and said, "Uncle Song, I know your worries." Uncle Deng saw this very clearly. But it is precisely because of this that I am so eager for him. Because, you don't have to look at him as a human being, but as a sharp blade. ”

"All blades don't recognize their owners, and as long as someone can hold it, it can cut anyone."

"But now, at least he's in my hand, isn't he?" Frankie chuckled.

At this point, Uncle Song didn't say much, and quietly stepped aside.

"When you get to the hotel, you just have to wait outside. Now you have a general idea of the strength of the Torture Blade. In that kind of waste-filled place, it's not an exaggeration to say that he's a plague dragon. ”

Maybe the torture blade impressed him too much, and Uncle Song couldn't help but remind, "Miss, I heard Professor Lu say that his bestiality has reached 90 points..."

"Do you look at him, like a beastly 90-point person?" Frannie was about to ask rhetorically.

Outside the door.

Tortureblade was dressed in a neat black suit and stood with six other tall and powerful bodyguards. But Torture Blade's pale face and arms hanging from his chest, combined with his calm, somewhat innocent face, always gave people a kind of nondescript funny.

Every now and then, the others around him would glance at the Torture Blade in disgust. The cause of disgust was not the arm where the torture blade hung from the chest, but the metal horns on the forehead.

"Cheap seeds, get out of here. Noble Miss Rhodes is not something you can come close to. The young man on the left side of the torture blade lowered his head slightly and said with a threatening expression.

Tortureblade didn't care, and didn't even look at the man more.

"Perseverance and self-discipline..." The spirit of the blade still lingers in these two words. The more I thought about it, the tighter my fists became.

"I like these two words, starting tomorrow on the path of the strong." Torture Blade was an easy decision.

Seeing that the torture blade did not react, the man knew that he had been completely ignored, and said hatefully, "Cheap seed, you will regret it!" ”

"Alright, let's go!"

Frani's voice came.

Tortureblade came back to his senses and looked up. There is a slight imperceptible fluctuation in the brain without any emotion.

Frannie was dazzling today, dazzling to overshadow the moon in the sky.

Exquisite looks, noble and luxurious long skirts. The hazy and elegant tones make her like a flower in a dream, and the moon in the water, which seems to be real and illusory.

The well-trimmed long skirt gives her perfect figure a smooth silhouette and seductive lines.

Slender jade hands with lace gloves, supported by the maid into the car.

"Get in the car, Tortureblade." The red lips opened slightly, and a noble and solemn voice came.

In the face of such a beautiful existence, Torture Blade still had a flat face. Nodding, he casually sat down next to Frannie.