Chapter 107 Murder Knife

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It's just that he's still the same kid who hasn't seen blood run through his fingers, so he'll wait, patiently waiting for the poor man he decided to kill to say his last words, or his wishes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he may not necessarily help him fulfill his wish, he still wants to see what he will think of and miss when he is dying, the first hero after he came to Dayin?

He knew the door to the afterlife hanging over his head, and he wanted to see what kind of posture the owner of the flower family in front of that door would be.

Bending over and bending his knees, rather than giving in to his hardness, or looking like a loving father?

The master of the flower family knew that he was still going to die, I don't know if it was because the shadow of death was thick enough to cover his panic, or because of the inexplicable courage born from knowing that there was no way to recover, the master of the flower family stood up and did not lean on the lacquered mahogany staff with iron flowers.

It was a murderous wooden staff that fell under the wooden chair, blending with the red of the high platform, and it was not very obvious to look at it, such a heavy wooden staff fell to the high platform built by ordinary carpenters, and it must have been a little buried for the wooden staff.

But for those poor carpenters who died quietly on the grassland, and those handmaids, it was worth rejoicing.

Of course, the happiest thing is that the owner of the Hua family, who held the wooden staff in his hand and made such a cold-blooded decision to kill them all, was also like the now inconspicuous wooden staff, his blood was also stained with the red high platform, and finally died on such an antique-looking and delicate high platform.

Thinking like this, Xia He couldn't help but glance at the south a few more times, although it was still a fiery red, he still seemed to see the smiles of the fifty-four people under the mound.

He is a ghost, and of course he understands the mind of a ghost.

So what to do is to let those poor people rest in peace, Xia He knows.

After all, there is still only one killing word.

The owner of the flower family was only killed.

The master of the Hua family also knew this, he could only wait for death, but he still wanted to beg.

Not because of himself, but because of his own son, who didn't say a word again.

"Let him go. ”

The owner of the flower family was still looking at the carved flower with very fine workmanship, and he didn't glance at the person he wanted to keep, nor did he glance at Xia He.

Xia He looked at him seriously, his eyes were dark, and they were so black that they could pierce the secrets in the deepest part of a person's heart.

The expression of the owner of the Hua family did not fluctuate, but his eyes flashed, and the flickering disappeared quickly, but it was completely captured by Xia He.

He knew something.

But he didn't care about what he saw hidden.

"He will live, you must die. ”

This was the first time that Xia He had pointed out his killing intent so openly, although there was no murderous intent in his tone and expression.

But sometimes killing people doesn't need to show any killing intent and murderous aura on the outside, a simple sentence announcing death, plus a sharp knife in the hand, can kill a person.

Xia He didn't know so much before, it was the master of the Hua family who taught him this, to be precise, the master of the Hua family used his actual behavior to make a negative example.

An example of a villain dying from words.

Xia He was determined not to let go of the owner of the Hua family this time, and he also took the last words of the master of the Hua family as his last words, as for whether that last words were really the deepest thoughts of the master of the Hua family, he knew that it was not, but he didn't care, he only regarded it as true.

He tried to fulfill the last words of the flower master, but it was after he killed the flower master, and the last words were the real last words.

Having heard enough, the last unrealistic and budding careful thinking of the master of the Hua family was completely shattered when he saw Xia He pick up a knife from the ground.

The eyes of the owner of the flower family finally ignited a deep despair that could not be dissolved.

The knife belonged to Yin Huai, and was knocked to the ground by the master of the Hua family, in fact, the young master of the Hua family has been trying to stop Xia He since he woke up, but Xia He has been waking up until now, although he has not moved, but he has also been paying attention to the young master of the Hua family who is seriously injured and has difficulty moving, and the young master of the Hua family can only watch Xia He pick up the sharpened knife.

The knife was just an ordinary knife, but it looked sharpened, a knife from a hard-working butcher's house, but it was a bit childish to say that it was taken from the butcher's house, after all, that knife was not suitable for slaughtering pigs and cattle.

Even a knife suitable for killing is only suitable for assassination and the like, but it is not suitable for face-to-face confrontation.

Fortunately, Xia He didn't need a big sword that could compete with others, all he needed was a small knife that could kill people.

It just so happens that the knife is sharp enough to kill a person who has no ability to resist.

Of course, as a weapon of killing, the knife is not the best choice, because there is a more intense place in the pile of red and a murderous weapon, which has killed many people, and the anger on it is more suitable for staining the blood of one more person than this knife that has not killed a person.

Moreover, in a way, killing the owner of the Hua family with something that the owner of the Hua family wanted to kill Xia He was a very dramatic thing.

But Xia He didn't even look at it, and he didn't even glance at the powerful weapon that seemed to have lost its trace.

Of course he knew the existence of a wooden staff, and of course he knew the existence of the iron flower, although he had not experienced the feeling of the iron flower piercing into his body, but Xia He could see the ghosts and ghosts wrapped around the iron flower.

They know that the pain has been wailing, but they can only be imprisoned in the iron flower and cannot leave.

It is true that using iron flowers to kill people can bring more pain.

But Xia He just didn't want to use the wooden staff with iron flowers to kill the owner of the flower family.

Maybe it's because of the kindness of the so-called children who haven't grown up yet, maybe it's because the arrogance of the so-called genius makes him disdain to use the enemy's weapons, maybe it's just because Xia He doesn't like the iron flower.

In short, Xia He didn't use the iron flower, but just carefully wiped the knife in his hand that looked very ordinary.

The knife was not much sharper because of wiping, but it inadvertently stuck a little black gas on Xia He's body, hidden in the snow-white blade.

Then he walked towards the master of the flower family.

Carrying a knife, he stabbed him.

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