Fast, ruthless, and accurate, as long as you occupy one of them, you can be regarded as a master.

The most common is ruthless, ruthless, smashing at one move at a time, as if to tear the skin to pieces.

There are also people who pursue accuracy, as long as one blow hits the vital point, even a thousand acres of big ships can be scuttled.

Of course, more people are yearning for fast, but fast is not enough, and sometimes it is necessary to have excellent physical talent.

He's not ruthless.

A calm person can't be arrogant and fierce.

He's not sure.

A hundred shots, there are always more than 20 times that will be off-inch.

But he's fast.

Of course, it has not yet reached the level of speed and turmoil like Meng Qingyi, but it is also a first-class state.

Of course, it also has something to do with his weapon, the sharpness of the ghost thorn and the barb embedded in it are enough for him not to be so fast, not to be so ruthless, as long as the stabbing is like a crocodile's giant teeth biting the flesh.

That's why he didn't care if this stab could accurately stab Jindong's vital point, so he dared to bend his waist and lean back and strike back.

This stab is really fast, but Jindong retreats faster.

The ghost thorn did stab the chest, and if it sank deeper, it would be able to wring off all the flesh and veins in Jindong's chest.

But after all, Jindong avoided it.

But the blood is still flowing.

Jindong had to cover his right chest and try to make the blood spurt out slowly.

He closed his right eye, and blood was dripping shallowly.

The battle did not end in defeat for anyone, it was a draw.

If he continues to fight, Jindong can die of excessive blood loss at any time, and he may also lose his grasp of the other party's inch because of the increasing blood condensed on his right eye and be stabbed by the blade.

After that, whatever happens, it's hard to say.

It's just that after all, there is no continuation.

Where can Ling Xiang and Mu Yurong take care of the flying rain, they rushed out and hugged him left and right, Ling Xiang twisted his hand with concern, and Mu Yurong took a clean cloth to wipe his wounds.

Wang Liang and his entourage also walked out, helped Jindong to a place where the rain could not splash, tore off a corner, wiped the wet skin dry, and then applied Jinchuang medicine that quickly stopped bleeding.

The injuries of the two can be light or severe, and they can compete with each other.

But Jindong, who Wang Liang still relied on, won the "lifeless gun", and the two women were also concerned about his old wounds, and they were all in each other's sight.

So I had to end silently again.

Mu Yurong was angry, and she had never been so angry.

It's clear that the old injury hasn't healed yet, and now it's a new creation, is it really not a life's life?

Mu Yurong still bandaged him carefully, but her face was really unsightly.

The atmosphere in the room was even more frightening than the fight just now.

He couldn't speak, so he had to keep his head down.

Mu Yurong's hands are gentle and gentle, and under his care, the injuries at the end of her eyes will heal quickly, and there will not even be scars. But after wrapping the wound, Mu Yurong stomped the instep of his foot.

This foot hurts naturally.

This kick will not make him unbearable.

This kick still startled him.

Then Mu Yurong said with a cold face.

"Do you dare?"

Such aggressive coercion actually overwhelmed him.

The feeling he hadn't felt for a long time made him also have doubts.

This feeling reminded him of Lin Fan's smile, which was as warm as the wind, and many times made him relax his heart.

This feeling reminded him of Ling Xiang's bed, and the two of them were entangled in death, reckless and happy in exhaustion.

But after all, this feeling is different.

There is a kindness, just like indulging in the arms of my mother back then.

He didn't know what to answer, but shook his head.

Mu Yurong was simply dissatisfied, Mu Yurong was like roaring.

"Speak!"

He seemed to be a little timid, and muttered.

"Nope. ”

Mu Yurong said solemnly.

"I want you to promise me. ”

He said.

"You say. ”

Mu Yurong said.

"Unless your life is at stake, you must not do it for the next month. ”

He's crisp.

"Okay. ”

So Mu Yurong was a little stunned.

It's just that Mu Yurong took the initiative, and quickly came back to her senses and immediately said again.

"Are you sure you promised me?"

He nodded.

"Sure. ”

Mu Yurong said.

"If you agree, you must not disobey or repent. ”

He said.

"No, it won't. ”

Mu Yurong was still worried.

"What if you repent or disobey?"

He said.

"Punished. ”

So Mu Yurong really rolled her round eyes, thought for a while, and then said.

"Punish the mouth. ”

Without a moment's thought, he agreed.

"Okay. ”

Then he saw Mu Yurong's distress.

First he was angry, then he wrinkled his nose, then his eyes were flattened, his eyebrows were straightened, and he had an unhappy face.

But even so, it's beautiful.

It also makes him can't help but cry out with concern.

He said.

"How?"

Mu Yurong said angrily.

"You're so unwilling to talk to me! You'll only say two words from beginning to end, huh!"

Immediately, he turned his back, and a man was sulking in a way that no doubt a man understood.

Of course he was stunned, and he was only stunned.

Men, men, the stupidest people in the world are men.