Zhui Feng stood up, turned around, and stared at Qin Tian with his eyes.

"I know, I'm no match for you."

"But you should also know that I will die for the old man."

"A swordsman who is not afraid of death, do you really not take him seriously?"

As he spoke, he glared angrily and held the handle of the knife tightly. It looked like he would deliver a sharp blow at any time.

Qin Tian broke the roasted chicken with his hands and said calmly: "Whatever you want."

Zhui Feng's eyes flashed.

Raising his hand, the long sword was finally unsheathed!

Bolts of cold light flashed through, splitting the space and heading towards Qin Tian.

Qin Tian didn't even move.

There is no defense whatsoever.

With a swish sound, the roast chicken in his hand was split into two halves. He said angrily: "You brat, what do you want to do?"

Zhui Feng walked over expressionlessly, sat down across from him, picked up half of the roast chicken, and said coldly: "I want you to leave half of it for me."

As he said that, he took the roast chicken and started to eat it.

Qin Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "The old man is dead and was killed by me. Now, are you still in the mood to sit across from me and eat roast chicken?"

Zhui Feng didn't even raise his head and said: "The old man is not dead."

"Huh?" Qin Tian smiled and said, "How did you find out?"

"He obviously has no breathing and pulse."

Zhui Feng said: "Feeling."

Qin Tian was speechless.

Yes, sometimes, some people, feelings, are better than all eloquence and facts.

Zhui Feng ate very quickly. That way, he was not enjoying the food, but simply filling his stomach in order to survive.

Just like a wolf on the prairie.

Qin Tian thought to himself that only such a pure person could practice swordsmanship to such an extent.

Soon, Zhui Feng finished eating half of the chicken in his hand. He seemed to be a little unfinished and looked at the half chicken in front of Qin Tian.

"Get lost!"

"This is my chicken!" Qin Tian hurriedly protected the food.

Then, with a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine, we started eating and drinking happily.

Last night, he broke the window and escaped. In fact, he didn't go far. He was just under the cliff, hanging on a rock, and the mountain wind blew in the middle of the night.

I was already hungry.

Zhui Feng was a little embarrassed. He swallowed and said, "Well, why didn't you hide just now?"

"What if I really want to kill you?"

He had used all his strength with that knife blow just now.

Qin Tian did not hide. If he really wanted to kill Qin Tian, ​​wouldn't it mean that the one that was split in half was not the chicken, but Qin Tian?

Qin Tian said calmly: "When you drew the sword, there was no murderous intention in your heart."

As he said that, he couldn't help but said angrily: "If I had known that you kid had no good intentions and was here for me, I should have hidden away."

Zhui Feng smiled.

He actually laughed.

This wooden boy, who had nothing in his eyes except the knife and his master An Guo, actually smiled.

Qin Tian felt as if he had seen a ghost.

However, I have to say that this guy's smile is quite touching.

It should be said to be pure.

A rare, pure smile.

"When I finish killing people, I'll treat you to chicken." He said seriously.

Qin Tian smiled and said, "Really? Who do you want to kill?"

Zhui Feng smiled and said: "Kill the people who deserve to be killed."

Both of them laughed. At this moment, they understood each other tacitly.

Even Qin Tian was a little jealous of An Guo for actually winning over a bodyguard like Zhui Feng.

"But I'm still a little worried. Is the old man okay?"

"When will he wake up?" Zhui Feng's expression became solemn again.
Chapter completed!