He looked at the ink knife, his face was vicious, he opened his mouth to scold, and the blade in his hand was raised high.

seemed unwilling to let go of the passing man in front of him.

But when he saw the face of the ink knife clearly, there was a snap, and the blade in his hand fell to the ground instantly. Evil is gone, replaced by deep fear.

His body began to tremble unconsciously, and his forehead was covered with sweat just by breathing.

"You—it's you!" he said in a trembling voice, and then, as if insane, he turned and fled.

It was only when he took half a step that he was stopped by the ink knife.

A dodge, the ink knife blocking the man's way. "You know me?" asked Inkknife.

"No, I don't know. The man shook his head desperately, his voice trembling, and at this time he was obviously frightened by the ink knife.

Looking at the man's frightened appearance, Modao couldn't help but wonder.

Although there were people who were afraid of him in the past, no one had ever been like the man in front of him, who was frightened like this just by looking at him.

Say. Modao knew that the man in front of him must know himself.

"I really don't know you, please let me go. As he spoke, the man suddenly knelt down in front of the ink knife. Desperately kowtowed, and the blood flowed out.

"Why are you afraid of me?" asked Modao.

"Because you are a man of God, my lord," replied the man.

"Godman?" Ink Knife was slightly surprised, and suddenly Ink Knife remembered that the old man had told him before that many people had seen it when he killed immortals.

Looking at the frightened appearance of the man in front of him, Mo Dao instantly thought that this man should be one of those people.

"Have you ever seen me kill immortals?" asked Ink Knife.

"No, no!" replied the man immediately. How dare he admit that it is not easy to kill a person who can kill an immortal, and he is worried that the ink knife will kill him.

Hearing the man's answer, Modao knew that he had guessed correctly.

If the man in front of him showed a confused look, it would mean that he didn't know about it. But the man in front of him answered so decisively that he showed his feet.

However, Mo Dao also knew that the man in front of him had only seen himself killing immortals, and he must not know anything about his past.

Without further questioning the man, Modao turned to leave.

The man was stunned, he thought that the ink knife would definitely kill him. But now that he saw that the ink knife was leaving, a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe instantly surged into his heart.

The man couldn't help but rejoice, glad that he recognized the ink knife first, and glad that he didn't make a move on the ink knife. If he hadn't recognized the ink knife first, the consequences could have been imagined.

It's just that when he thought of his disrespectful remarks about the ink knife before, the man was still afraid.

The other three obviously noticed the man's abnormality. Seeing him kneeling on the ground, he couldn't help but come up to help.

Let go of the woman under him, a group of three, blocking the way of the ink knife. Before leaving, he also slashed the woman's leg to prevent her from escaping.

Seeing that the three of them were blocking the way of the ink knife, the man at first instantly showed a frightened expression on his face.

He tried to stop it, but he opened his mouth a few times but couldn't say anything, because he didn't dare. What's more, no one will believe his words either.

How is this possible?

Eventually, the man escaped on his own. Before leaving, he took a deep look at the ink knife and remembered its characteristics.

The man had already decided that wherever there was an ink knife in the future, he would flee far away as soon as possible.

"Big brother, why did he run away?" said one of them, seeing the man fleeing.

"Don't worry about him, Lao Tzu knows that none of these outsiders are angry. The man known as the eldest brother cursed a few times, then looked at the ink knife and said, "Let's deal with this kid first, and then find time to teach him a lesson." ”

"Everything is arranged by the eldest brother. The other chimed in.

"Boy, do you want to be a hero and save beauty?" The man who was called the eldest brother looked at the ink knife with a sneering expression. It's just because he has seen too many such people, but every time, when he makes a move, the person who was supposed to be a hero to save the beauty will be beaten and begged for mercy on his knees.

The man is a famous flower thief of this generation, a light skill, a master, and a very good skill. Aside from the few gang leaders in the city, and a man with two knives in his hand, few people could be his opponents.

Hearing the man's question, Modao shook his head.

Heroes save beauty? This kind of thing, Modao will never do.

"Bad seeds. The man cursed, thinking that the ink knife had been frightened by him.

"Big brother, what should I do?"

"I did. The man glanced at the knife in disappointment, then made a gesture to wipe his neck.

"Okay. With that, the two of them were about to move.

It's just that they just raised the weapons in their hands, and they only felt a flash of swords in front of them, and at that moment, the two of them seemed to feel that they had lost something.

Snap twice until the blade hits the ground.

The two of them clutched the wound on their arms and screamed.

"Who are you!" The man called Big Brother instantly showed a cautious look in his eyes, just because he couldn't see how the ink knife was used just now.

"Can I go? Ink Dao said, and without waiting for the man to answer, he bypassed the two who were lying on the ground rolling and screaming.

As he passed, he glanced at the woman who was slashed and crawling on the ground.

Or rather, the ink knife glanced at the small flower she was wearing on her head.

The flower was white, with four petals and no leaves. Quietly inserted into the woman's ear.

It was already night, but there was always a glimmer of light on the petals. That kind of light is very dim, so dark that it is difficult for ordinary people to notice.

And every time that light flickered, the ink knife would feel a fluctuation of immortal power. Along with it, the wounds on the woman's body are slowly healing.

The clothes had been torn apart, revealing large patches of snow-white skin. Just now, he was violated by four men, and he was up and down.

But the woman didn't seem to be panicked at all, and her face was expressionless. It seems that the person who was violated was not her.

Only when crawling, when the wound is pulled, will the woman's face show some expression.

The ink knife hurried past him, and he had no intention of coming to his rescue. And the woman also didn't ask for help from the ink knife, but just crawled with difficulty.

The man called the eldest brother looked at the back of the ink knife gradually moving away, and listened to the two people beside him constantly screaming.

His gaze grew cold.

A Hidden Arrow appeared between his fingers at some point.

He wants revenge, even if he knows that he is not an opponent of the ink knife, even if he wants to sneak attack for revenge.

But after all, he was the boss of the two, and his own men were injured, and he still had difficulty swallowing this breath.

The word righteousness has always been placed in the highest place, even if he is a thief who picks flowers. But he never lost the word righteousness.

With a fierce wave of his arm, the Hidden Arrow drew an arc in the air and headed towards the back of the ink knife.

At the same time as the man made a move, the woman, who had never said a word, suddenly shouted loudly: "Be careful!"

Without looking back, not even with a knife, the ink knife swung back with one arm and sandwiched the sleeve arrow between his fingers. Then he shook it, and for a moment he heard only a scream.

The man who was called the eldest brother had his arms cut off like two of his men.