Chapter 9: The Road (2)

The man in black at the head said respectfully: "Childe misunderstood, I'll wait..."

Baili Yici didn't wait for the man in black to finish speaking, and snorted coldly, interrupting him. "Misunderstanding?" Bai Li Yi squinted his eyes, raised his tone, and looked coldly at the people in front of him.

"Not? Are you trying to kill me? Qin Mo naturally wouldn't, the crime of stirring up relationships... I don't know if you can afford it... Ben Gongzi didn't mind eradicating some useless 'hands' for Qin Mo. Nangong Yici carefully played with the jade wrench in his hand, and his tone was leisurely.

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the neck of the leader in black.

More than a dozen black-clothed people were shocked when they heard this, and hurriedly knelt down to Baili Yici, and opened their mouths tremblingly.

"I don't mean to offend my son in the inferior class, it's just that we are doing things at the orders of my lord... Please wait for me! As he spoke, the man in black also looked at the curtain behind Baili Yici.

Baili Yici's expression remained unchanged, and the corners of his mouth actually hooked up a cold smile, "Okay, I won't embarrass you." ”

The black-clothed people were overjoyed, and they were also surprised that Baili Yici was so easy to speak.

"Two choices. Either die, or,. Baili Yici looked at him lightly, and said lazily and calmly, as if he was not talking about life and death decisions, but as if asking what to eat today.

They have no doubts about Baili Yi's words, the regent's methods, his strength is not only enough to crush them, but what is even more terrifying is that as long as he says a word, no matter how deep their hidden family will be turned out, even the nine clans.

If you are an orphan, you will be locked up in a cold pool and soaked, and you will be tortured in a hundred ways every day, but you will not be allowed to die, day and night, day and night, so that people cannot survive or die.

Don't look at him with such a good-looking face, the ruthlessness in his bones is almost unmatched.

They are naturally afraid of death, but if they return in vain, they will also be skinned and cramped by the master.

"This..."The black-clothed man in the lead looked at Baili Yiqi in embarrassment.

"If he is not accommodating with us, why should we fear him? Just kill it. One of the men in black didn't bother to speak, he couldn't understand why their leader was so respectful to a child in his teens and twenties.

"He's right, why fear him?" Someone then chimed in.

"Are we afraid of him? He's a fart! ”

The men in black began to whisper, and put their hands on the hilt of their swords.

The man in the lead couldn't wait to sew up the mouths of the group behind him, "Shut up! He roared in a low voice, and the people behind him immediately fell silent, and the black-clothed man in the lead looked at Nangong Yici nervously.

The smile on the corner of Bailiyi's mouth was even more serious, "What, don't have two choices?" That..."

He glanced at the black-clothed man below, raised his hand, and a stream of white spiritual power flew from his fingertips towards one of them.

The air suddenly fell silent.

The others looked at the man and saw that he was still standing there unharmed.

"Sure enough, it's a ...... that hasn't grown all the hair," Seeing this, someone looked at Baili Yici mockingly, and said disdainfully.

Before he could finish speaking, a thin red line appeared on the man's neck, and in an instant, his head tilted and rolled off his neck.

The dazzling blood flowed all over the ground, and the man in black, who had just looked down on Baili Yiyi, lost his voice, and looked at the head of his companion on the ground in a daze.

The man in black who led the way secretly screamed in his heart, and hurriedly spoke: "Childe is angry!" Childe is angry! This dog just followed me, I don't understand the rules, and the son taught me well. ”

Hearing this, Baili Yi said coldly, "No thanks." "It's as if it wasn't him who killed the killer, but someone else who had nothing to do with it.

He didn't speak, just looked at them, flicked his sleeves, and waited for the following.