"sit."

The Saint of Knife pointed to the futon opposite and said.

Xiao Zhan sat down cross-legged on the cushion, looking very calm.

The Saint of Dao poured him a cup of bright red Pu'er tea and made a gesture to ask for it.

Xiao Zhan picked up Pu'er tea, took a sip, and commented: "It is said that Japanese people love tea. What they said at first sight today is true. The tea was cooked with the right heat and the taste was quite good."

Dao Sheng smiled and said, "Are you not afraid, I will poison you in the tea?"

Xiao Zhan replied with a smile and said, "If the Japanese sword saint can do such a despicable thing, then he will not be called the sword saint, but the poison saint."

"Haha!" Dao Sheng laughed: "It's right. I, Hiro Watanabe, have always been open-minded and never used despicable means to win over others, even if I deal with my enemies."

Xiao Zhan laughed: "Since that's the case, just give me a letter of war. Why do you still have to capture my people and lead me to come? Isn't this despicable?"

"No." The Saint Saint shook his head: "This is not despicable. The purpose of my capture of them is just to attract you. It has not used them to threaten your life, because I am afraid that you will not come directly.

, and even ran to hide, just like last time in Japan, you might have received the news that I was going to kill you, and you fled cunningly through the sea. If I let you know again this time, I will kill you, then

If you escape back to the Dragon Kingdom, wouldn’t I miss the opportunity to kill you?”

Xiao Zhan smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I'm here, you can let them go, right?"

"If you don't let go, I will think you are afraid that you can't beat me and threaten me with them, so you'd better let them go so that you can retain your reputation of being open and honest."

Before the Saint of Swords could speak, Mu Haitao couldn't help it and shouted, "Saint of Swords, don't listen to his lies. Which of these people's hands is not stained with the blood of Japanese warriors? Your Majesty can't let it go!"

"Shut up!" Dao Sheng shouted: "How can you, the ant, interfere in the conversation between experts?"

Mu Haitao's neck shrank, and he immediately didn't dare to let go.

Then, the Saint Saint waved his hand and ordered: "Let them all go."

There are only twenty warriors at the level of transformation, Hiro Watanabe, who is really unconscious. What can he do if he lets go?

Soon, Qin Chuan and others were all loosened.

"Brother-in-law, I feel in pain."

Mu Rufeng covered his arms and ran behind Xiao Zhan and said.

"Qin Chuan, you take Rufeng down the mountain, contact my wife, and then bandage Rufeng's wounds." Xiao Zhan said.

"Boss, what about you?" Qin Chuan asked.

Xiao Zhan smiled and said, "The Knife Saint didn't let me go, of course I have to sit with him for a while."

"Boss..."

Qin Chuan and others were about to say something.

Xiao Zhan raised his hand, stopped them, and said lightly: "Go down the mountain."

Qin Chuan and others all showed worry.

Of course they knew how powerful the Japanese Sword Saint is. He was a terrifying master who was much more powerful than Xiao Zhan. In the whole world, those who could beat the Japanese Sword Saint could count all five fingers.

The King of Knife is the beloved disciple of the Knife, who died at Xiao Zhan's hands. The King of Knife is to avenge the King of Knife this time. Isn't it as simple as drinking tea with Xiao Zhan?

That's what I want to kill Xiao Zhan!

But Xiao Zhan even spoke, and they didn't dare to say anything, so they had to say, "Boss, please pay more attention to safety. We will wait for you to come back before returning home."

“Yes.”

Xiao Zhan nodded.

"Brother-in-law, you can't have any trouble. Even if you have any trouble, you have to kill Mu Haitao, do you know?" Mu Rufeng said.

Then, he was taken down the mountain by Qin Chuan and the others.

The cooked pigeons flew away, and Mu Haitao was very unwilling to accept it, but he still didn't dare to speak.

At this time, Daosheng Watanabe Hiro took a sip of tea and asked lightly: "You should know the purpose of my trip. So are you pursuing your own blood to comfort my disciples in heaven? Or do you want me to do it and cut off your head

Give me a commemoration?"
Chapter completed!