"No.. Isn't it dead?"

The young man turned his head in horror, trying to verify that what he was seeing was an illusion, but found the same shocked face of the thin black boy.

One after another, Chen Heng's corpses on the ground got up one after another, but they were all like the two young people, humbly prostrate on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads, they had been stunned once by spiritual pressure, and naturally understood what kind of terrifying existence they were facing.

A tall, thin man in a mask leaned back on a wooden chair and looked the young black boy up and down.

It can be vaguely seen that this child's facial features are still a little different from the aborigines of Vimalta, the dark skin is more like sun exposure than natural, most of the eyes of the people here are brown, but the young man's eyes are bright black, which makes Tang Luo inexplicably a little kind.

"You're from Zhongzhou?"

The hoarse voice sounded, and the black thin boy was shocked, and hurriedly replied: "The villain's mother is from Zhongzhou. ”

It turned out to be a mixed race, no wonder he could speak standard official language.

Tang Luo suddenly realized, and moved his gaze to the boy's right arm, with his eyesight and martial arts attainments, he could already see from the young man as soon as he entered the tavern, this kid is a master of using a knife, at least he is also a person who has practiced knife skills hard, the cocoon of his right hand has been extended to the fingertip of the index finger, which is caused by the long-term use of the knife (xin2) force.

The lower arm is thick and powerful, but the upper arm is soft as a flocculent, and there is a scimitar stuck in his waist, it is conceivable that the young man must be good at quick knives, especially the first slash after drawing the knife, which must be as fast as the wind, in stark contrast to the young man who knelt side by side with only a few rough punches.

With a guide who can speak official language, he finally doesn't have to be like a deaf and dumb person, Tang Luo was very satisfied, stood up and said, "In that case, let me go." ”

Hearing this, the black thin boy's face changed suddenly, and he raised his head and asked in a trembling voice, "Go.." Where to go?"

"Ned. ”

The tall and thin man in the star robe got closer and closer, and the pressure in the black thin boy's heart became more and more intense, but he still held back his fear and asked, "Now... Right now.. Are you going?"

"Of course. ”

The man wearing the mask had already walked to the side of the black thin boy, and when he looked up, he could only see the two ancient wells without waves on the Gou Chen mask, and the cold storage ground seemed to be the Hades King of the Nine Shadows, like a steel knife scraped on pig iron, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Stand up." ”

The thin black boy stood up with his legs swinging, and was put on the shoulders by a big hand, and the palm of the masked man was so large that he grabbed the armpit with his five fingers together, and buckled the entire arm.

The black-robed man who grabbed the arm of the thin black boy casually threw a bag of coins into the tavern, turned around and left the tavern, giving the people in the tavern some happiness for the rest of their lives.

As soon as Tang Luo, who was holding the black and thin boy, walked outside the house, he rose into the air and flew in the direction of Ned City, and the speed was amazing.

The thin black boy in his hand suddenly struggled violently after a moment of confusion that had just flown into the sky: "Let go of me, let go of me, let me go, I can't go! I can't go now!"

But no matter how he struggled, the palm holding his right arm did not move, like a shackle cast of iron, Tang Luo turned his head to look at the black thin boy, and said hoarsely: "Let go now, you will fall to your death." ”

At this time, the two of them were thousands of feet above the ground, and the little ghosts who had just cultivated in the mortal realm, falling from such a height, would only fall into flesh.

But the black and thin boy seemed to have something more important than his life, and he actually overcame his fear of Tang Luo, and roared: "It's also my business to fall to death, you let me go, I won't be your guide, you let me go!"

Tang Luo froze his body in the air, brought the black thin boy in his hand in front of him, and said curiously: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"No.."

"Whoosh~"

"Ah~~~~~~~~h

After the masked man really let go, the thin black boy who fell quickly still screamed in fear, the speed of the fall became faster and faster, the cold wind blew on his face and body like a steel knife, and as he got closer and closer to the ground, the fear grew.

Fear, hesitation, helplessness, he never thought that the masked man in the cold storage would really say let go and let go, and a trace of remorse could not help but rise in his heart.

He didn't regret the decision to let the masked man go, but hated himself for being stupid, he put on several big locks when he went out, and there was only one locked entrance, and the food and water hidden in the room would make people live for ten days at most, if Ah Mei didn't know that she was dead, she was stupid and waited at home, and the food and water were exhausted, but there was really no way to live!

Dongzhi closed his eyes in pain, quietly waiting for death to come, maybe this is the punishment given to him by the gods, he was a robber in his last life, he should be a pariah in this life, and sacrifice everything for the city of Hyderabad, but he was unwilling, secretly practiced forbidden art and betrayed the gods, not to mention that he also committed a lot of killings, maybe his life was no longer enough to pay for his sins, so he had to harm his innocent sister.

"Almighty and merciful Asura God, please listen to my humble request, and I am willing to exchange the body of the Ninth Untouchable for Ah Mei's life!"

The thin black boy who was dying couldn't help but pray silently in his heart, hoping that the gods would hear his prayer, and after he finished praying, he found that his body had really become lighter, as light as a feather, rippling in the wind.

"Did the god Asura really hear my prayer?"

The black thin boy opened his eyes in surprise, but he was shocked.

How can there be any Asura God, there is only a strange person wearing a mask in front of him, and around himself, there are eight azure Falling Yuyuan magnetic beads floating, they are up and down, equal in length, and gather into a square light curtain, and he is floating in the light curtain, as if there is no weight.

Looking down, he was less than a foot off the ground at this time, this wonderful feeling made him feel very new, suddenly, his weight suddenly returned, it turned out to be eight yuan magnetic beads scattered, the light curtain disappeared, he screamed and fell into the snow, let out a muffled snort.

After getting up from the snow with difficulty, I saw the masked stranger landing safely, and his hoarse voice sounded: "If you are about to fall into the flesh and still call for help, it seems that you are really not afraid of death." ”

Unable to wipe the snow off his collar, the thin black boy knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "My lord, there are also people in the tavern who understand official language, the boy pointed it out to you, can you let them be your guide, the boy really can't go to Ned today!"

The thin black boy who escaped death was completely no longer as brave as he had just now, because when he fell, he suddenly thought of what kind of tragic way Sang Lu would die if he really died, he must not die, he had to go and open the door to Ah Mei!

Tang Luo looked down at the black thin boy and said lightly: "You are the only one left in the tavern who can speak official words." ”