"You want to kill me?"

Wang Yao's pupils shrank and said coldly, and in his eyes, a murderous intent gushed out, without concealing it at all.

After using the cleric card, his personality seemed to change, and the word murder seemed to be blocked out of his mind.

Manager Liang roared and slashed at Wang Yao with a knife.

The long knife slashed through a silver glow.

Wang Yao turned sideways, dodged the knife accurately, and then punched him in the chest.

Boom~

A burst of energy burst out from behind the head of the beam.

This punch is the signature skill of the priesthood level - straight punch impact.

The next moment, Wang Yao grabbed Mr. Liang, rushed forward for a distance, and pushed him out.

The chief Liang who flew out slammed into the courtyard wall, and kept spitting blood out of his mouth.

Within seconds of a head-on contact, Mr. Liang was seriously injured and on the verge of death!

"Up, up, kill him!"

Manager Liang pointed at Wang Yao and shouted indistinctly.

The other five people were already shocked by Wang Yao's aura, where did they dare to do anything to this uncle, they were not like Chief Manager Liang, who was a first-class warrior.

Wang Yao picked up a steamed bun, slowly walked in front of Manager Liang, stepped on his head and said coldly, "Can I eat it now?"

"Yes, you, you're qualified!"

Manager Liang, who was trampled under his feet, said in a deep voice, he never thought that there would be such a powerful character among the slaves, and normal people would go to other people's homes to serve as nurses or mercenaries, and it was a very abnormal thing to appear among slaves.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, you can't kill him!"

A small attendant of Manager Liang knelt directly in front of Wang Yao.

"Your Excellency?"

"You call me sir?"

"Okay, I'll give you a face!"

Wang Yao smiled hideously and slowly lifted the foot on the head of Mr. Liang.

"You should send someone to arrest me in a while, there will be more powerful characters, but I won't run, I'll just wait here!

Wang Yao pointed to the slaves sitting there, who had come with him.

"Yes, the villain is going to prepare!"

Wang Yao sat on the steps and witnessed the two younger brothers raising their heads to Manager Liang, but he slowly closed his eyes.

......

This directly frightened Wang Yao, and he immediately called the system.

"System, system, is this a priest, why is he so cold-blooded, the priesthood in my impression is not like this!"

"Lord Host, why do you have so many questions, your creditor was born from your world, and he also has his experience, as long as you borrow his power, you will definitely be swayed by his emotions!"

"I'm not a double personality after that, oh my God, I don't want to be a psychopath!"

"You don't have to borrow!"

......

Among the dungeons and warriors, the background of the priesthood can be said to be very bumpy, they face off against the apostle Ozma, some are dominated by the power of the blood curse, this kind of cold that penetrates deep into the bone marrow is indeed not something ordinary people can bear.

Over time, some people's personalities are likely to change as a result......

"I heard that a slave beat a steward and almost killed him!"

"No, the stewards here are all samurai!"

"What's impossible, just heard the news that the meteor shower has passed. ”

"Shall we go and see the excitement too?"

"Look at the excitement!"

"Let's go!"

In the trading hall, some idle masters seemed to have found a little fun, and ran towards the courtyard where Wang Yao was under the leadership of a younger brother!

"Who almost killed Xiao Liang?"

A big yellow-haired man descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the courtyard, he was Qiu Ping, the superior of Chief Liang, a second-class warrior.

Wang Yao snorted coldly and slowly stood up: "I, he's not very friendly to me!"

"Arrogance will only bring you death!"

Qiu Ping rushed towards Wang Yao, and his speed of charging was more than twice as fast as that of Chief Liang Steward!

Facing Qiu Ping's punch, Wang Yao leaned back violently, and then a style of Tai Chi double-peaked pierced his ears and went straight to Qiu Ping's temple.

Boom~

Qiu Ping blocked Wang Yao's blow and kicked him in the chest.

Wang Yao took ten steps back and stabilized Qiu Ping's blow!

It seems that the priest is not the opponent of this kid, his speed is faster than himself, and his strength is higher than himself, neither of which can take advantage, and there is only one way to die if he continues to fight like this.

You have to choose a fast creditor to be able to compete with him, at least not slower than him, otherwise you will definitely be defeated, and there will be no place to die!

Originally, he thought that when things got bigger, many people would come to see the excitement and buy him away, or it would alarm the leadership, and the other party would take a fancy to his ability and decide to hire him.

Now it seems that his two ideas have failed, this little brother doesn't want anything, and his only idea is to kill him directly.

Now there's a question, who is fast, exactly?

Is it a tall and handsome sharpshooter?

Tencent's own son ghost swordsman?

Appearance as a male magician?

......

If you choose the wrong one, you're doomed!

"Nightbringer!"

A golden light entered Wang Yao's mind, and a charming smile hung on his cold face, and there was endless killing intent hidden in the smile.

In terms of speed, there may not be any class that can be faster than the Assassin in the early stage.

Qiu Ping's punch roared towards Wang Yao.

The latter dodged one by one, ran to the wall and jumped out with one turning over, this was no longer a place for him to stay.

"Where to run, stay alive!"

Qiu Ping roared and chased after him.

As the saying goes, sometimes there must be in life, and the direction in which Wang Yao ran was the street where the group of young people came over.

"That seems to be the slave who killed the Director!"

"Second Young Master Ink Marks, correct it, you almost died, not killed!"

"Yes, there's a personality, I bought him!" Inkmark smiled and walked up.

Wang Yao slammed into the ink mark, didn't even look at him, and in an instant, the ink mark suddenly stretched out his hand, directly grabbed Wang Yao's arm, and instantly pressed it to the ground.

"it, master!"

The ink mark released a water attribute fighting qi, instantly suppressing Wang Yao, and he didn't even have a chance to resist.

"Alas, God is jealous of the talent, I didn't expect that I would die at the hands of a passer-by. ”

Wang Yao said a silent sentence in his heart, he had already closed his eyes, and was ready to die. I wish it had been a dream, and when the knife fell on his head, he would be able to open his eyes and eat the hot meal at home.

"Qiu Ping, stop, this slave, I bought it with ink marks!"

Ink Marks threw Qiu Ping a money bag, and he didn't bother to look at how much money was in it, judging from the extent of that bulging bag, there were at least fifty pieces.

"Wang Yao, thank you for saving your life!"

"You're welcome, from now on you will follow my inkmarks, I appreciate you. ”

"Wang Yao has seen adults!"

"Hey, you want to call the young master!"

"I've seen the young master!"

Wang Yao clasped his hands into fists and bowed slowly.

He didn't kneel, because kneeling is the act of the weak, and there is no word weak in his dictionary.

To be precise, there is no such thing as weak in the dictionary of the Night Bringer!

......

(To be continued)