Wigolan County, backyard of the Lord's Mansion.

Yang Zheng was holding a pure black knife in his hand.

The style of the knife is very similar to the "Blood Hunting Knife" with the Blood Cross back then, but in order to cover up his eyes, he still made a little change.

Holding such a knife.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but think of those familiar faces.

Hongshi, Meng Xun, Liu Yifei, and Yulei who is unknown.

The bold words of those days were the promise of life and death.

It is still so clear, but things change, and Yang Zheng is also changing. That passionate young man has long been replaced by a deep and restrained personality.

"What is the joy of life? What is the fear of death? A man is in the battlefield of killing, and his courage is like a bear and his eyes are like a wolf. If he is born, he will kill someone, and he will not teach a man's body to wrap his heart. A man never cared about his body, and he will only smile with his mortal enemies. He will be willing to be with the wild grass everywhere in the battlefield of a hundred enemies... "

Yang Zheng gently recited the song "The Man Walk", with the tone no longer as passionate as before, but with a strange calmness.

As the sound fluctuates, black blood hunting leaves light and shadows in the air.

The sword light also lacks the domineering spirit of the magnificent appearance, and has more feminine and evil nature. It is silent and no longer makes the blood boil, but gradually solidifies the blood of people. The heart of people, and the coldest part of the heart, will suddenly break.

On the corridor of the yard, there were two women and one man standing.

Qiqi, Hongmao, and Blood Wolf.

As the black light floated like silk wisps of clouds and smoke, Qiqi had already hid behind Hongniang.

The coldness of the sword light seemed to make people feel like a black hole in the void, and it was about to freeze and pull and swallow the entire soul.

But Yang Zheng was chanting such a passionate poem.

"Wearing an iron sword, I will kill people when I get angry. I cut my thighs and drink, chatting and laughing. Let the enemy's blood, let me see off my two brothers!"

"kill!"

The sharp and cold shout, the evil light on the black hunting blood surged, and Yang Zheng's pupils shrank again into blood red as the size of a needle. He swung a knife. In the past, he had cut off the head of his life-and-death enemy, but now this knife has accumulated so much complex feelings.

Those past events passed by his heart like movies.

The knife, which burst out with intense emotions, seemed to be distorted and fell into the void. The amazing knife just now did not cause any movement.

Yang Zheng put his knife back into the sheath and stood silently in the yard.

With his back to the men and women in the corridor, no one saw his face clearly, and tears in his eyes.

Yang Zheng is such a person. He is unwilling to share his emotions with others. No matter how intense the emotions are, he will bear them silently. So when he comes back, the tears in his eyes are gone and he looks very calm.

Walking to the Hongniang, he asked the Blood Wolf to bring another knife and a thin soft armor.

This knife is exactly the same as Yang Zheng's black hunting blood, but it is a little smaller. The thin soft armor looks inconspicuous and gray. However, Yang Zheng's next words surprised the Hongniang: "I gave this knife and this soft armor to you. Because you have smaller hands, I will use a black black crystal as a knife. I will have more soft armor on you, so you can take it away."

"Black Xuan Crystal?" The Hong Madam took the knife and pulled it out and looked back and forth, her excitement could not be concealed.

She gently placed her hand on the blade and immediately took it back. A slight wound appeared on her hand, and a drop of blood condensed. The advantage of the blade can be imagined.

The Hongniang was sure that this was the Black Black Crystal Sword that was hard to find, and looked at Yang Zheng with a complicated expression: "Why give me such a precious thing?"

"You have promised to cooperate with me. This is related to the future of Vigolan. If you give you anything else, you won't be able to give you this sword armor. Maybe you can save your life in danger in the future."

The Hongniang nodded silently. After Yang Zheng left for a few days, she thought about it and finally compromised.

It’s not that she was greedy for life and fear of death, but that she had a strong premonition that the weather in Vigolan was about to change. Yang Zheng was different from those of the Vigolan lords in the past. His gloomy and cruel and cunning style of behavior made it difficult to believe that he was a handsome nobleman in front of others.

Hong Niangzi didn't think that those water thieves could fight against Yang Zheng.

This is the conclusion she and Yang Zheng have come into contact with each other for many days. Although it may not be very accurate, people sometimes have to stand in the opposite camp. Even if the Hong Niangzi doesn't care, she still has to consider the miserable sisters who follow her.

Could it be that those women really follow her as robbers who will rob the family for the rest of their lives?

Then what will happen to their lives when they get old and can’t be beaten?

And if she has been a water thief, she will face Yang Zheng head-on sooner or later. At that time, would she be confident of defeating this man?

The Hongniang, who has always regarded men as nothing, also felt weak for the first time.

Yes, she wasn't sure, she had no confidence.

After weighing the pros and cons, she decided to cooperate with Yang Zheng, which was certainly unwilling to do so, but Yang Zheng's move of giving a knife surprised her and moved her a little.

After all, Yang Zheng still attaches great importance to her and not only treats her as a chess piece.

After the group left, on the courtyard wall where Yang Zheng was facing just now, a beetle flashed with its wings and was about to flap its wings when it had just left the wall, a strange red line suddenly appeared on its back, and with a bang, it cracked neatly into two pieces.

Yang Zheng's evil sword only happened now.

At the same time, in another room of the Lord's Mansion, the Yaluther monk, who was sitting quietly at the table, vomited a mouthful of blood.

He covered his mouth with white silk, and there was still a hint of fear in his eyes.

This would not be a coincidence, the beetle he used to monitor Yang Zheng to die.

The rain is still drizzling.

This rainy season has entered its end.

But the flood will never subside in the short term.

So the water thief must seize this last golden time and make the last bucket of gold before the torrent retreats.

However, half a month ago, the octopus thief suddenly went crazy.

This water thief with extremely exquisite equipment killed in the waters of Wigolan.

At first, this very mysterious water thief did not attract the attention of other water thief forces, because the octopus thief has always been low-key. As long as they do not proactively hit them, they will not cause any death. However, recently, they have been like taking stimulants, killing and tortureing everywhere, and their methods are extremely cruel, leaving no living mouth.

Under their madness.

The power of water thieves in Vigolan is declining sharply.

The arrogant and domineering behavior of the octopus thief finally aroused public anger.

Originally, a scattered thief force was forced to unite.

Tens of thousands of water thieves gathered near Sipanshui, and a nervous atmosphere of storm filled Vigolan.

Honeycomb Island, the old nest of octopus thieves.

Since the last time he was disturbed by Yang Zheng, the beehive thieves have been under martial law for a long time and have not gone out to rob.

Just inside a magnificent cave in the center of the island.

A melodious music sound came from inside, and the man in a black helmet was sitting in front of a piano playing, the music was beating, rising and falling in the cave.

I looked at his hands carefully, but I was shocked.

What kind of hand is that, soft and smooth, wandering on the keys like a mollusc. The skin is brown and there seems to be a layer of mucus on it. After passing it on the keys, a pool of liquid marks are left.

In the cave, several octopus thieves wearing lieutenant clothes stood there in silence.

Although the music is elegant, they have no feeling of appreciation.

The sound of the piano gradually reached its climax, like a steel wire thrown to a high place, presenting a hideous feeling that makes the scalp numb. The soft limbs danced on the keys and became a blurred shadow. Suddenly, at the highest point of the sound line, the soft limbs smashed down with force, and the steel keys burst, falling all over the ground.

The man sitting there turned his head suddenly.

A terrifying face was revealed, countless soft limbs squirming on his face, swimming like tentacles, and those disgusting mucus fell on his black, gray, rusty armor, and a pair of thin eyes were hidden in the clusters of soft bodies.

Colonel Zhang Yu.

The mysterious octopus thief's big leader finally revealed his true face.

At this time, because of the excitement of emotions, the tentacles danced even more violently.

Zhang Yu walked down with great strides, swung his right hand, and the tentacles in his hand hit one of the octopus lieutenants like a whip. The huge force hit the man so hard that he flew towards the cave wall. He was still not satisfied, and waved his left hand and knocked another octopus lieutenant to the ground.

He stepped on the man and roared, "Who is it...what group of bastards pretending to be us? Have you guys, you guys, still not found out?"

"Col. They're elusive..."

"Hiss--" Before the lieutenant finished speaking, Zhang Yu kicked him away: "Shut up, I just need the result and find them for me..."

Tear them apart!!
Chapter completed!