"What are you talking about?" said the drunkard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the state of alcohol anesthesia, a person's words and deeds will be maximized, just like the feeling of confidence, usually taciturn people may become a different appearance after getting drunk, and everything will be done in an unconscious state, which is the so-called confusion.

"You kid, what are you doing here? This isn't the place for a cutie like you, Hiccup!" shook off the young man who was holding his hand, shook his footsteps, and leaned over to Kira, the smell of alcohol coming to him, and he reached out to caress Kira's cheek.

Kira was unmoved, and silently watched as the big rough hand reached out to her cheek, and there was only five centimeters away before the palm was about to touch Kira's face.

The sound of the sword being pulled out of its sheath, the soaring palm of the hand kept spinning under the light of the ceiling chandelier, with warm blood, it fell heavily on the carpet, and the blood stained the carpet red, at this moment it seemed that the world was quiet, no one dared to speak, as if they had been shocked like never before, everyone unconsciously held their breath, afraid that they had broken the silence.

Breaking this strange tranquility is doomed, a few seconds after the palm fell to the stall, the woman's screams of fear, like a trigger mechanism, made the drunkard's still face twist, he looked at his disappearing palm, and the blood that kept gushing out, the incomparably clear severe pain surged all over the body, he threw away the wine bottle in his hand in fear, and covered his severed hand with his surviving hand to prevent blood from gushing out, but doing so would stimulate the wound, so that he was directly frightened by another layer of pain and fell straight back, and the young man behind him supported him in time to prevent him from falling, but his eyes looked at the murderer in front of him, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"According to the laws of the Empire, a person of low status cannot point his finger at someone of higher status than himself, otherwise, there will be no mercy!" A clear and majestic female voice echoed in this hall, not only telling the person with the severed hand in front of him, but also telling everyone present.

The bloody knight's cross sword was held in the hand of the slender armored knight, and the bright red blood flowed down the sharp blade to the sharp blade, dripping onto the carpet, staining the carpet red again.

"Kill her for me!" !! the drunkard, who was leaning on the young man's arms, stared hatefully at the knight in armor who had cut off his hand, foaming at the mouth, like a mad dog, biting at sight.

At this time, the drunkard's whole body was full of pain of severed hands, so that although his brain paralyzed by alcohol was a lot clearer, but he couldn't care so much, since he was a child, he had never been treated like this, he had always treated others, as a noble nobleman, since he was cut off by a lowly knight, angry, angry, and other negative emotions broke out in an instant, he now can't listen to anyone's persuasion at all, he just wants this armored knight to die!

The knights behind the young man hesitated, their hands were on the sword at their waists, but they didn't pull it out, their hands and feet were trembling, terrible sweat was dripping down their chins, the speed at which the knight moved and drew his sword, they didn't see it clearly at all, and they reacted, the master's palm was cut off, it was a smart person who knew that they and this person were not opponents of the same level at all!

"What the hell are you shit!!What are you doing?!! don't you hurry up!!" The drunkard turned his head and yelled at them frantically when he saw that there was no movement behind him.

Unfortunately, at this time, the drunkard's expression changed from sluggish to frightened, and he saw an incredible scene!

The two heads kept their original hesitant expressions and threw them high in the air, and the metal helmets fell to the ground and made a sound, and rolled on the ground a few times before stopping, "Plop!" The two headless corpses maintained the posture of holding swords, and the smooth wound of the horizontal cut spurted thick warm blood, and they fell weakly, and once again made a dull sound of metal falling to the ground.

The sharp long sword was unstoppable and slashed together, cutting the heads of the two people at an angle unimaginable to ordinary people, completing the kill, and the blood beads dripped down the blade of the sword on the carpet again, the slender armored knight still did not withdraw the sword, still held it in his hand, the square helmet turned, and the sharp eyes looked around from the gap in the line, as if the battle was not over, she still had to continue to look for the enemy, and cut them one by one.

When the knights on the stage saw this cruel scene, they were so frightened that they forgot to draw their swords that had just been drawn halfway, and looked down blankly, at a loss.

Huh? What's wrong? Why did the scene in front of me turn like this? I didn't turn my eyes? A knight on the stage watched the scene in his line of sight slowly move to the other side, and thought in surprise, and then it was dark, and a second before he died, he understood what it was like to be cut in half.

When these armored knights in iron armor appeared on the stage, no one knows, the audience only knows that a strong wind blew, and those people were on it, and it was at this time that a new opera began to be staged, but the audience's reaction was not so relaxed, but as if they were too nervous to speak.

The script is like this, several mighty armored knights crushed another group of knights with great strength, it is not good to use crushing, but it is more accurate to say that it is to crush for the purpose of killing, in just a moment these knights were slaughtered, in various forms, easily, the blood flowing from the corpses seeped into the cracks of the stage floor, and the faint smell of blood emanated under the many corpses, and reached the noses of the audience, they swallowed the saliva produced by fear uneasily, and wanted to escape according to the natural fear of human beings, but their feet were like filled with lead, and they couldn't move。

"Who are you?" The childish voice echoed kindly in this quiet hall, and no one dared to reprimand, nor did anyone dare to make a sound, only the sound of violent panting.

"I ...... I... It was Count Parek. The drunkard finally stabilized the fear of wanting to escape, and answered the question of the little boy in front of him tremblingly, at this time he had been awakened by the frightened wine, and he had never been so sober.

In a short moment, his knight was wiped out, and there was no one left, this time he was afraid that he would kick the iron plate, and the little boy in front of him was a big character! ! The drunkard's already pale face became even whiter, and deep fear emerged in his heart, and fear gradually took over his body and mind in the form of a bamboo.

Although the wound had been simply bandaged and firmly bandaged with a coat, the blood still flowed out slowly through the coat, and the crimson blood stains were in the broken place, and the area wrapped by the coat was shocking.

"Well, Count, do you know what you have done wrong?" asked the little boy again.

“...... I ......" The drunkard racked his brains to recall what he had done, and wanted to answer him, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and under the fear, his mind was blank, and he couldn't remember anything, he said in a cold sweat.

"I'm sorry, my lord, my uncle is often like this, he can't think of anything when he is drunk, and he does some ridiculous things, I hope you will forgive me. The young man who supported the drunkard answered for him, and the drunkard cleverly agreed.

"Why are you doing this?" continued Kira.

"My lord, didn't I say it, because my uncle is not ......"

"What is the reason?" interrupted the young man's answer in an impatient voice.

"It's because ......" The drunkard knew that he couldn't hide it anymore, and he considered some words, and was about to say it, when an unexpected sneak attack appeared.