The crow walked very slowly, and its steps were heavier, and the sound of crisp footsteps echoed in the basement, and every step seemed to be stepping on the heart of the fifth small building.

Lonely men and widows, living in the same room. And it's also a basement where no outsiders can hear even if you shout through your throat, and even if the crow doesn't want anything strange to happen, it will inevitably make people keep thinking in that strange direction.

The human imagination always becomes very rich at untimely times. The lights were dim, and the shadow of the crow was elongating, slowly enveloping the figure of the fifth small building, and she stared at the crow, her imagination stretching infinitely in that strange direction.

This can't blame her, after all, after staying in Yanyulou for so many years, she has heard and seen a lot more than ordinary girls, not to mention the miscellaneous fragmentary memories of her previous life, these elements are mixed together, and it will inevitably make her associate in that strange direction.

The shadow had completely covered the figure of the fifth small building, but the footsteps did not sound again, and the crow had stopped at this time, and his eyes were staring into the eyes of the fifth small building like a sword.

There is only killing intent in his eyes.

The crow didn't seem to have that in mind.

He was dressed in black, with only his face and hands exposed.

His fingers were as slender as those of all swordsmen, and the tips of his fingers were not an inch of extra nails, and his palms appeared wide and powerful.

His face was more ordinary than that of all the swordsmen, and Fifth Xiaolou was now staring at this ordinary face to the limit, because this face was so ordinary that she herself couldn't be sure if she would recognize the crow the next time she saw him.

The two looked at each other, and the fifth Xiaolou suddenly found that the face in front of him was becoming more and more unfamiliar, even stranger than when he first saw him.

I really don't know how his boss remembers this face, Fifth Xiaolou showed a strange expression, and couldn't help but look away.

The crow took another step closer and suddenly said, "You only have two choices now. ”

The fifth Xiaolou took a step back, already standing on the bed and looking at the crow, and said coldly: "I'm not deaf, you have already said it just now." ”

Not wanting to argue with her, the crow suddenly changed the subject and said, "Your sword is good. ”

Lifting the Aji sword, the corners of the crow's mouth grinned, revealing a mechanical smile, and there seemed to be a warm smile in his eyes.

The fifth Xiaolou is a very possessive person, and he must not tolerate others holding his own sword, and he is still laughing.

Fifth Xiaolou only felt that this smile was disgusting, but she also smiled, and there was a sneer in her fleeting laughter: "You actually know that it is my sword!"

The crow said, "Of course it's still yours now." ”

The fifth Xiaolou took a long breath tremblingly, and said nothing, because she had nothing to say now.

She suddenly felt like a fish on a cutting board, to be slaughtered.

The crow shifted the subject back and said, "First, I'll kill you right now." ”

The fifth building immediately refused.

The crow stretched out his palm and slowly continued, "Second, tell me how to use that sword, and I will let you out." ”

Of course, the crow will not let the fifth small building out, there are not a few people he has interrogated over the years, most people will not let go of any chance to live in the moment of life and death, but the fifth small building obviously does not belong to one of the most people.

The fifth Xiaolou's laughter was still sneering, and he chuckled: "Do you really think I will believe you? Even if you can let me go, I will never give you that sword!"

The crow clenched his fists and said, "You don't have a choice!"

The fifth small building can only admit it.

The crow approached step by step, and the speed of his speech increased: "So!"

The back of the fifth small building was already against the wall, her eyes suddenly rolled, and she smiled: "So if you don't bring that sword, how can I teach you?"

The crow suddenly stopped in front of the bed, stared at the fifth small building, and said, "Do you really think that I will believe you?"

The fifth Xiaolou's eyes flashed, and he said, "You don't have a choice!"

Raven smiled, "Of course I have many ways to get you to speak. ”

Fifth Xiaolou raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh?"

The crow said, "For example, crush all your limbs and throw you into the kiln south of the city." ”

Fifth Xiaolou's face changed.

The crow pretended to hesitate, and then pretended to suddenly realize, and said: "I almost forgot, you also came out of the kiln, and you must be familiar with this business." ”

Fifth Xiaolou's face became even more ugly, she clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and spit out two words from her mouth: "Shut up!"

The crow actually knew her origin very well, but he obviously didn't know that the past of the fifth small building was an untouchable point of anger in her heart, not to mention being laughed at by the crow so much.

Fifth Xiaolou clenched her hands and gritted her teeth squeaked, and she obviously used all her strength to restrain the anger in her heart and the urge to punch the crow in the face.

The crow looked at her angry red face, obviously very satisfied with her approach, and continued to say leisurely: "Although the environment in the south of the city is not as good as Yanyu Building, there are at least several times more men over there than Yanyu Building, whether it is a mason or a bricklayer, even the people from the beggar gang are frequent visitors over there, and I don't know how many people a day can make you satisfied." ”

At the end, the crow couldn't help but laugh first, mocking like a mockery.

The corners of the fifth Xiaolou's eyes kept jumping, and her uninjured left and right had suddenly swung out, slamming at the crow's nose like lightning.

Anger can indeed give people unimaginable strength, but the punch that should be soft has become full of power, and even the fifth Xiaolou himself was startled by this punch.

But the punch was still as slow as a turtle in the crow's eyes.

The crow's hand moved almost at the same time, faster and more powerful than hers, and in an instant he firmly grasped the hand that the fifth Xiaolou had pulled out. As a killer, one more martial art means one more way to kill and one more way to save his life, and the crow has worked this point, and is obviously the leader among the killers.

He didn't stop with his other hand, and suddenly threw a punch that hit the fifth Xiaolou in the stomach.

Fifth Xiaolou's face suddenly turned pale, and he immediately bent down to cover his stomach, cold sweat the size of a bean oozed from his forehead, the crow's punch was really not light, and she couldn't say a word in pain. As soon as the crow let go of her hand, the fifth small building fell down softly, she covered her stomach and shrunk into a ball on the bed, only to feel that her stomach contracted for a while, and she almost couldn't help but vomit a few mouthfuls of bitter water.

The two thin eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and her face was full of pain, and anyone who saw it couldn't help but feel a little pity.

But instead of pity, the crow's face was filled with some inexplicable excitement and pleasure, and although he did not speak quickly, he untied his belt faster than his sword. The sound of stripping and undressing sounded in the ears of the fifth small building, she could only grit her teeth and struggle to get closer to the wall, her back quickly pressed against the wall again, the pain had disappeared in her eyes, and all that was left was panic and fear.

In the final analysis, if she doesn't have a sword in her hand, she is just a fledgling novice, whether it is experience or connections, she is far inferior to those gangsters, although she has caused a lot of trouble inexplicably, but her reckless handling has offended many people who should not have offended.

Is it time to pay a little price for her recklessness?

The bed suddenly sank, and the fifth Xiaolou immediately felt that a cold hand had touched her waist, and she suddenly felt that there seemed to be a thunder in her head, and she didn't care about the pain.

The crow didn't seem to be in a hurry to catch up, the night was not deep, and the basement was only so big, the crow smiled and stared at the face of the fifth small building, very satisfied with her behavior, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of chasing prey.

I also enjoy the thrill of this conquest.

Lust burns in the crow's heart and under the step, after all, he is a man first, and then a swordsman killer, and the most primitive ** is always difficult for people to refuse. The crows, who are cold and indifferent on weekdays, will naturally be more fierce and fierce than ordinary people if they want to vent.

The crow spread her arms and approached the fifth building step by step, forcing her into a corner step by step.

A cool breeze suddenly blew in the small window, the lights flickered, and the shadow of the crow was constantly distorting, as if a giant beast was opening its mouth and devouring her one by one.

Anger continued to swell up in the heart of the fifth Xiaolou, the bandage on her right shoulder had been stained red with blood, her brows were furrowed, her right hand was clenched tightly in the void, and her hand trembled non-stop, as if she was grasping a void sword.

Of course, she didn't have a sword in her hand, nor did she have sword qi, let alone sword intent, only bright red blood slowly flowing down her arm and finally dripping between her fingers.

Windy.

The lights are dimmer.

The residual lamp in the stone room suddenly went out, and the unburned candle suddenly broke into countless pieces and rolled down the candlestick, slowly falling on the table.

There was a sword case on the table, and there was a sword in the box, a short sword!

The sword case was shaking, and the table was shaking, because the short sword was constantly shaking, as if it were being held tightly in someone's hand.

It's as if the sword is actually in someone's hand!

Suddenly, I heard a "bang", and the sword box, table, and candlestick suddenly exploded like fireworks at the same time, and the broken pieces of debris were immediately crushed by the sword wind in the air, and finally turned into endless dust and gradually fell on the scabbard.

The scabbard is pitch black, and the blade is pale!

There was no one in the stone room, but the sword was already unsheathed, as if it had really been drawn out of its sheath, and it was still trembling when it was unsheathed.

The scabbard fell to the ground, but the sword still struggled in the air, making a screeching sound like a stinging beep.

This is the sound of sword qi intertwined!

The beeping was louder and more urgent, and the sword trembled faster and more violently, as if it were ready to fly out.

The sound of the sword is even more urgent!

Suddenly, a sudden return to silence, a deathly silence.

Immediately after that, there was a "bang", and the short sword fell vertically from the air, and without the slightest pause, it plunged into the bluestone floor until it was out of handle.