After Lin Mo's permission, the Tianmen boys running circles on the playground also rushed to the central position, surrounded Zhuge Xin and the demon knife, and wanted to watch the peak match.
The Epiphyllum on the demon knife's face gradually turned red, as if it were emitting strange light. In his eyes, his fierce fighting spirit was burning, and he was staring at his opponent.
"Demon knife, show your weapon." Zhuge Xin's hands crossed and his joints rattled.
"My weapon is used to kill people! Don't worry, you will see it!" said the demon knife with a light smile
"Good!" Zhuge Xin nodded, his body suddenly turned into a remnant and jumped at the evil sword: "today, let me see the strength of Xiao Feng's right arm! I hope you won't let me down!"
The magic knife blocked Zhuge Xin's attack with both hands and kicked out his right foot like lightning.
There was a muffled sound of "pa", and the two people were divided at one touch. According to their appearance, they were evenly matched in the first round.
"Ha ha, come on!" Zhuge Xin laughed wildly and launched another attack. His right hand took the shape of a claw and clasped it toward the neck of the demon knife. I hit my heart with my left hand.
The whole body of the demon knife was shrouded in Zhuge Xin's attack. His body jumped high, and a high whip was pulled from his legs to Zhuge Xin's head.
"How fast!" The Tianmen younger brothers around shouted in alarm. The speed of the two people in the field is getting faster and faster, which has reached the limit of what they can catch with their naked eyes.
"Demon knife, you have enough strength to let me face you!" The two separated again, and Zhuge Xin narrowed his eyes and gathered the evil smile on his face.
On the face of the demon knife, there was also no relaxation. Instead, there was a dignified touch: "you are also worthy of my knife!"
"Look! The evil sword is drawn!" The crab's two arms are crossed in front of his chest, and the muscles on his arms jump.
"ZHUGE Xin's weapon is weird!" Flame woman said slowly. "It seems to be Emei sting!"
"Pa", two cold lights flashed, and a harsh crisp sound sounded. The two people's bodies burst back at the same time, and they looked at each other coldly.
The demon knife looks cold. There is a hole the size of a thumb on its left shoulder, and blood is gushing. On his right hand, there was a trembling soft knife. Blood was dripping on the blade.
Zhuge Xin suffered a knife wound of several centimeters in the abdomen, and his clothes were wet with blood. He gently stroked the wound with his finger, and put the bloody finger in his mouth to suck. He looked like enjoying it: "very well, I haven't been hurt for a long time."
"There is no division between victory and defeat. Fight to the end!" The demon knife stared at the Emei sting in Zhuge Xin's hand, and his eyes were filled with murderous spirit. He knew that it was this Emei sting that penetrated his shoulder just now.
Zhuge Xin nodded: "I also mean that! Come on, see if your knife is faster or my Emei stab is faster!"
"Stop it." Just as the two were preparing to fight again, a hoarse voice sounded from outside the crowd.
The demon knife's eyes shrank and he slowly put away his waist knife.
Zhuge Xin held the Emei spike and looked at the place where the sound came from.
The crowd quickly separated, and nameless, who was covered in black robes, came in from outside the crowd. A pair of lifeless eyes stared at Zhuge Xin: "tell me how you found here."
Zhuge Xin held the Emei sting tightly, his eyes narrowed into a line, and his doubts flashed. Who is this man in black? Why can it give him a strong sense of crisis?
"I'm asking you a question. Answer me." The hoarse voice sounded again.
"I'm here to find Xiao Feng." When Zhuge Xin spoke, his eyes fell on the bloodstained hands of the man in black. In addition to blood, there was a piece of leather on his hand. If I guess correctly, it should be a human skin.
The broad black robe is automatic without wind. It seems that Ming Ming is not satisfied with Zhuge Xin's answer. "That's no reason! He gave you the magic knife. Either he or you died!" With that, nameless was ready to leave.
The demon knife tore open his coat and gently bandaged the wound: "ZHUGE Xin, come on, battle of life and death! The territory of evil wind, no offense!"
Zhuge Xin smiled and Zhang Kuang smiled: "OK."
"Well, this is the end of the game!" Xiao Feng walks out of the crowd and stands at the center of the demon knife and Zhuge Xin.
Zhuge Xin heard Xiao Feng's voice, and his eyes were slightly cold: "Xiao Feng, I have finally met you."
Xiao Feng smiled: "Oh, Zhuge Xin, I've been waiting for you for a long time." After that, he turned his head to look at the Tianmen younger brothers around him: "let's all go to training."
"Yes, brother Feng." Tianmen's younger brother shouted and dispersed. Sha Feng and the others left to train new people.
There were only five people left at the scene: Xiao Feng, nameless, Zhuge Xin, demon knife and flame woman.
"Flame lady, help me to bandage the wound with a magic knife." Xiao Feng looked at the wound on the shoulder of the demon knife and said lightly.
Flame woman nodded and looked at Zhuge Xin's face. "ZHUGE Xin, right? I'm the only one who can hurt you. I hope you won't fall into my hands next time." After that, I left with the magic knife.
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Zhuge Xin shrugged his shoulders, stared at flame woman's swaying buttocks, and laughed. This woman is delicious!
"Nameless, what is this?" Xiao Feng noticed the bloody thing in nameless's hand.
"The skin of hiroji Nomura." Nameless finished and left.
"..." Xiao Feng was speechless, and he was ready to "serve" hiroji Nomura again. Unexpectedly, nameless even peeled off the skin of others. It seems that nameless is asking what you want to ask. "Let's go, Zhuge Xin. Find a place to talk. Are you all right?"
Zhuge Xin's habitual evil smile hung on his face again: "it's all right, let's go." With that, he gestured to the men behind him and followed Xiao Feng to the classroom.
No one knows what they talked about. Half an hour later, Zhuge Xin walked out of the classroom with a wicked smile on his face and left the school in a hurry with his subordinates.
Zhuge Xin had just left when his nameless body appeared outside the classroom window: "Feng, he was the one who robbed Watanabe Sanlang that night."
"I know." Xiao Feng nodded with a cigarette in his mouth. His voice was bland.
Nameless walked into the classroom and said, "why don't you kill him?"
Xiao Feng didn't answer, just smoking a cigarette. For a long time, Xiao Feng threw away his cigarette butts, jumped off the table, and patted nameless on the shoulder: "nameless, it's not time yet! Some things can't be solved by killing people."
I nodded innocently and said nothing more. He is the shadow of Xiao Feng and the sharp knife in Xiao Feng's hand. Since Xiao Feng said it was not time to kill, I would not kill first!
"Where is human skin?" Xiao Feng gathered many thoughts and smiled: "you can't make a belt, can you?" This is not an exaggeration at all. It is quite normal for a person who once made a leather sofa out of several human skins to make a belt out of human skins.
"No, I hung it on the flagpole of the school. Let's air dry it for a while before we talk." Said innocently. "Hiroji Nomura is affiliated to an organization called 'big day Tenghui'. This organization is headquartered in Tokyo and has a very diverse and strong background."
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes: "dairi Tenghui? If you expect it to be good, is there official support from Japan?"
"Yes." I nodded innocently.
Xiao Feng lit another cigarette: "I see. Where's assistant Wang? Didn't you take his skin off?"
"Not yet. It's his turn in the afternoon." I shook my head innocently.
Xiao Feng coughed a few times: "kill him, he's useless. Remember, let him die 'artistically', because I think of his arrogant appearance, and I feel bad."
Killing is a technical job. People who like to kill and enjoy killing regard killing as an "art.". Precisely, Xiao Feng and nameless are such people.
"I see." A hoarse voice sounded slowly.
Xiao Feng smiled and said that he was relieved to do things anonymously. No matter it's killing or anything else, nameless will always finish it meticulously. It's just that Xiao Feng is a little curious. What kind of "artistic" method would anonymous use to kill assistant Wang?
Xiao Feng leaves the classroom and walks to the dormitory. I went around the dormitory and didn't find Xiaoqiang. On the table, there was a piece of paper with some immature and scrawly handwriting.
"Brother Feng, I'm sorry I lied to you. In fact, I'm not an orphan. Hey, now I'm going home. If I don't go home again, my family will probably turn upside down. 151xxxxxxxx, this is my mobile phone number. Please remember to call me. I'll introduce the old nurse to you. Your brother-in-law, Xiao Qiang."
Xiao Feng looks at the note, and the corners of his mouth turn up. This little rabbit dares to deceive himself. He took out his mobile phone and dialed it according to the mobile phone number on the note.
The phone was connected as soon as the music rang. "Hello? Brother Feng? Haha, I knew you would call me impatiently. Do you miss the big milk teacher?"
"..." Xiao Feng was speechless. When can this boy stop being such a rascal?! "Keke, Xiaoqiang, big milk teacher, bah, grandma, what big milk teacher? I'm asking you, you are so brave that you dare to deceive me! I've decided not to give up your godbrother."
"No, brother Feng, oh, you are my brother. I beg you, don't fire me, OK?" Xiao Qiang's voice is as pitiful as it needs to be. "As long as you don't drive me away, I'll introduce you to the big milk teacher, the small milk nanny and the middle milk woman, OK?"
"Xiao Feng stopped talking.
"Brother Feng, my family wants to invite you to dinner. Thank you for saving me." Xiaoqiang thought of something and said hurriedly.
Xiao Fenggang is going to say something about doing good things without seeking fame or profit, and eating is OK. But before he said anything, Xiaoqiang almost choked on his own saliva.
"I said at that time, no, brother Feng is very busy. How can I have time to eat? So, I declined for you." Xiaoqiang smiled and said, "am I right to say that?"
Xiao Feng nodded: "yes, that's right! I want to learn from Comrade Lei Feng and do a good job without leaving a name!"
"Oh, Uncle Lei Feng really doesn't leave a name for his good deeds. He always keeps a diary and takes it out when he needs it. All those good deeds are clear at a glance." Xiaoqiang said in a serious way.
Xiao Feng is very helpless. This boy is definitely a wonderful guy. After a few conversations, he hangs up the phone with Xiaoqiang's assurance that he will introduce the big milk teacher to him.