Of course, the face of a dead man is not terrible, but what is terrible is that a group of bandits come in.

The one who took the lead was the one he had met before, and the one he had met before.

With a mouth full of yellow teeth, a grim smile, and eighteen leopard teeth tied around his neck.

He walked in, glanced into the room a few times, and immediately saw Zhao Lang.

At this moment, Zhao Lang is really a little troubled, why is he poisoned?

I was so careless, I had already tasted the poison of the wine, it turned out to be on the cup, careless.

It's so careless.

However, at this moment, Zhao Lang wanted to think about how to detoxify, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

The little man walked over on tiptoe, knelt in front of him with a smile, and said, "Young man, have we met again?"

Zhao Lang smiled faintly: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Your time is running out. The little man smiled with big yellow teeth: "I said that we will meet sooner or later, if you don't run away, it will be a pity." ”

"Yes, I don't know what you're going to do with me, brother, how about giving me a good time?" Zhao Lang was still blushing and his heart was not beating.

"I won't give you a good time!" the little man suddenly smiled greedily.

"The money is in the hands of the shopkeeper you killed, why are you still laughing at me like this?" Zhao Lang asked coldly.

"You're young, but you're hidden. The little man said: "Your footwork, ghostly and elegant, although you try your best to restrain yourself from revealing your martial arts background, it's a pity that you are not experienced enough, and you are still seen by me, an old Jianghu!"

"Really, what do you want to do now?" Zhao Lang asked with a smile.

"Write down all the secrets of your martial arts!" The little man's eyes lit up, and he said, "Three hours is enough!"

"I don't have any peerless martial arts, I'm just a reckless man, what peerless martial arts do I have?" Zhao Lang smiled abruptly: "If I have such powerful martial arts, will I still be poisoned?"

"Do you think I will believe you when you say that?" The little man suddenly took out a short knife and slowly approached Zhao Lang's neck.

It suddenly shifted to Zhao Lang's face.

"Do you little white face care very much about your appearance? If your face is scratched, is it more painful than death?" the little man laughed.

Zhao Lang was really a little scared.

"Are you threatening me?" Zhao Lang asked indifferently.

"It's good that you know, if you're scared now, just do as I say and write it out!" the little man slapped a blank piece of paper on the table, pen and ink.

"Write, hehe!" Zhao Lang sneered twice, suddenly changed his face, and said coldly: "I won't write, you come to scratch my face! Do you know who I am?"

"It doesn't matter who you are!" said the little man, "You don't write, do you?"

As he spoke, the little man's knife was about to slide along Zhao Lang's face!

However, between the blades, a cold light flashed out of nowhere, and the little man's hand was suddenly cut off.

The dwarf howled like a pig.

Immediately afterwards, a few cold lights flashed, and the few bandits brought by the dwarf were all cut throats and gave birth to the king, and they had no ability to resist at all.

The little dwarf turned around, was so frightened that he took a few steps back and fell to the ground, then looked at the person who came, and said fearfully: "Where is sacred, why are you the one who killed me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man dressed in a trench coat with a long sword in his hand walked in.

The sword eyebrows and starry eyes can't describe him, his eyes are like sharp daggers, and he seems to be killed at any time at a glance.

However, he was not the only one who came in, and an embarrassed girl behind him ran in and threw herself into Zhao Lang's arms.

Zhao Lang was stunned. (To be continued......)