Luo Zixing glanced at it, these people were obviously here to make a scene, of course, in their hearts, it would be better if they could get some more benefits.

It's just that maybe they still have some scruples, and they didn't go too far, just watched quietly.

Luo Zixing didn't care about this, he directly pulled Qi Jiu over and examined it carefully, and sure enough, there was a not very obvious scar on his left arm, bleeding, but it was not very serious.

"Are there any internal injuries?" Luo Zixing asked.

Qi Jiu shook his head: "It's just this small wound, just bandage it later." ”

Luo Zixing took a look, it was indeed not a big deal, Qi Jiu was not a flower in a greenhouse, he was not so fragile, and there was no need for him to be hypocritical.

Having each dealt with their opponents, they came together, glanced at the mercenaries around them, and said nothing, just walked away in silence. At this time, it is better to be silent, in case a word of disagreement breaks out, they really don't have the ability to stop these mercenary spirits.

But when they left, the old knife was last.

No one paid attention to the silent old knives, or rather, they chose to deliberately forget. They need a quiet place now to take care of their internal problems.

Dali was the only one among all who didn't understand the truth of the matter, and when he saw that the old knife was injured and left alone, he reached out as if to help him. It's just that Yuan Lingxiang next to him grabbed him, and his eyes signaled him not to meddle.

Dali was stunned, obviously a comrade-in-arms of a team, why didn't they care if the old knife was injured, and even seemed to exclude the old knife?

Wan Long led them straight out of the range of the Valley of the Heroes, found a remote place and stopped.

"I need an explanation!" Bandung said with a cold face. Wan Long, who has always been kind in front of everyone, rarely has a cold face, and he always says that his face is for outsiders to see, not for his brothers.

Everyone was silent, and the old knife took a step back and lowered his head.

"What's the matter? What do you mean?" Dali still didn't understand what was going on, complained, and stepped forward to pull the old knife back.

But this time, it was Sun Zhao who grabbed him.

Although Sun Zhao has always been taciturn and has no sense of existence, his actions are often more convincing to others, and he may still be a little angry in the face of Yuan Lingxiang's previous actions, and feel that he is ruthless. But in the face of Sun Zhao's move, he could only wait for an explanation.

But now is obviously not the time to explain to Dali, everyone's attention is on the old knife.

The old knife lowered his head, and after a while, he spit out a few words: "I...... Not worthy to be a mercenary!"

is not worthy of being a hired spirit person, although this is not the noblest profession in the mainland, but for people like Lao Dao Wan Long who are willing to be a hired spirit mercenary, this is their soul. They got what they wanted here, they walked on the brink of death, enjoying the thrill of fighting with death for their lives, as the oldest hired spirits in the group. The scars on the old knife's body are innumerable, they are scars, and they are also meritorious deeds.

But that's it, so they don't understand what happened to the old knife this time.

Now, he himself said that he was not worthy to be a hired spirit, which for them was tantamount to losing his soul. Why is this happening to the old knife?

Zhang Zi and they also looked incredulous, they had been together for a longer time, especially Zhang Zi, his relationship with Lao Dao was the best, so he shouted out when Lao Dao was wrong, just to remind Lao Dao, but he still didn't understand people's hearts.

The vigorous reaction was the most intense, and he directly broke free of Sun Zhao's hand, stepped forward and pressed the old knife's shoulder, and asked loudly: "Old knife! What do you mean?"

The old knife did not react to the vigorous questioning, still bowing his head, but continued to speak: "I admit that when facing them, I was timid...... Not for them, for the future!"

"Future?" Luo Zixing repeated softly with a frown.

However, the other people were more puzzled, Yuan Lingxiang twisted his eyebrows and asked: "What is the matter with the future? We should be fighting, and if we are not careful, we will die!"

Qi Jiu said softly, "I'm afraid it's because of the other mercenaries at that time!"

Qi Jiu's words really shocked everyone, what does it matter to others?

"Xiao Jiu is right, at that time, I saw other mercenaries coming here, and I was afraid that they would attack us, so I reserved some strength and wanted to give myself a guarantee......" Old Dao said, his head already lowered to his chest.

Silence, deathly silence.

Except for Luo Zixing and Qi Jiu, no one thought that it would be because of this, they were in the battle of life and death, but their teammates were worried about the enemy who didn't even know if they would appear, and left them behind to protect themselves, just because of this, their pressure increased sharply, and they even almost lost the battle that they had won steadily. If it weren't for the sudden burst of strength at the end, no one knows what the real outcome of their battle would have been. Originally, their trump card was the old knife.

Dali heard that he was really a fool if he didn't understand what was going on, he slowly let go of his hand, looked at the old knife with an extremely strange look, took two steps back, moved his lips slightly, and asked softly: "Why?"

Just a word of why, but the old knife knelt directly on one knee on the ground.

He is the oldest mercenary spirit here, Zhang Zi likes to follow him, and vigorously regards him as a big brother, although Yuan Lingxiang and Sun Zhao don't say it, they have always respected him, and they will look at the scars on his body and listen excitedly to him tell the story of his heroism. He is not the most qualified, and even now at the age of forty, he can't break through the fortieth order, he is from a peasant family, has no foundation, and everything is just obtained by himself being injured.

But now, vigorously ask him why! Zhang Zi stood aside and watched him without speaking, Wan Long's eyes were full of pain when he looked at him, Yuan Lingxiang and Sun Zhao were incredulous.

In their eyes, he has changed completely!

"Tell me why!" looked at the old knife on the ground, and couldn't help but roar loudly, the sound echoing between the mountains and rocks, as if it had spread to the entire continent.

Roaring, I don't know who it was angry at.

The powerful voice shook the old knife's body, and the old knife finally raised his head to look at everyone.

"It's my greed for life and fear of death that has dragged everyone down......," the old knife said tremblingly, deep guilt surrounding him.

But this is obviously not what the people present want to hear, or rather, they didn't expect that Lao Dao would one day say that he was greedy for life and afraid of death. Brave and decisive, he should be the most heroic mercenary.