In addition, there were only ten zombies in military uniforms that caught their eyes. Ke Xiao was secretly happy and finally saw Tang Dao hidden blade.

He didn't take the only ten zombies seriously at all. He acted at the fastest speed and it took only five minutes to solve them all.

Although he was so tired that he was covered with black blood, his slight erotic obsession could still be restrained by joy.

He walked to the booth where the hidden blade was stored step by step, and used a bamboo sword to break the surface, stabbing the bulletproof glass protecting the hidden blade.

The glass was covered with cracks in just one moment. His inch strength was already comparable to the shooting of a long-range large-caliber sniper rifle. He only sprinkled water when shooting bulletproof glass.

In just two times, Ke Xiao stretched out his hand and took the hidden blade into his hand.

"Table"

Although it was a slight sound, with Ke Xiao's precise control over the body, the possibility of illusion is basically zero, and most importantly, his heart is a beat slower.

"Danger!"

Ke Xiao jumped back suddenly, but unfortunately he still couldn't have time. With a bang, the booth exploded, and broken glass and broken wood flew.

Ke Xiao, who was knocked to the ground by the explosion, felt that he was really dead this time. Most of his body had lost consciousness and could not feel the existence of the **, and his eyes were also covered with blood. He could only see a bloody color when he tried to open the line of eyes.

"roar!!"

This is the roar of the zombie. It is coincidentally the zombie is the owner of the Demon City Private Museum. It is in the attic directly above the explosion source and was affected by the bomb and dropped to the third floor.

Moreover, he was seriously injured and screamed in pain. This was actually a high-level zombie with a sense of pain.

Ke Xiao could even hear the footsteps of the zombies step by step, but they were getting closer and closer. "I was so proud in the end. I'm afraid I'll finish it this time, but it's really unpleasant to die in the zombies' mouth."

At the last moment, he felt relieved, and memories surged into his heart like a lantern

He held a sword at the age of nine, became the heir of the Demon Drawing Sword at the age of eleven, and at the age of fourteen, he entered the sword without sword realm, and was in the limelight for a while. Even the Demon Drawing Sword Ancestor was not an enemy of one combination, and was called the No. 1 Demon Drawing Sword Ancestor in China.

Until he was fifteen years old, the ambitious Ke Xiao was invited to attend a youth kendo exchange meeting as a guest.

As a guest, he only needs to watch it on the stage and finally compete with the new champion for a few moves.

The first place that year was a guy who looked very thin and wearing kendo protective gear. Ke Xiao always scoffed at things like protective gear, believing that this kind of sacrifice flexibility to improve defense was simply putting the cart before the horse.

Therefore, he was only wearing a casual outfit, picked up a wooden knife with his feet and jumped onto the stage, and even put his left hand behind him provocatively, allowing one hand to compete with the other party.

Perhaps his arrogance really angered the opponent, causing him to swing a fancy straight sword at Ke Xiao's face as soon as he came up.

This knife is not only a sword technique, but is more like a child venting his anger. Ke Xiao didn't take it at all. He casually raised the wooden knife and accurately blocked the whereabouts of the opponent's bamboo sword.

But an accident happened. Ke Xiao seemed to be sliding his hand. His originally steady hand didn't hold the hilt. Not only did the knife bounce open, the opponent's sword steadily hit his head.

After being in a coma for a whole week, Ke Xiao opened his eyes, but as soon as he woke up, the doctor told him the bad news.

It was like a bolt from the blue that made Ke Xiao unconscious again.

The doctor said that he would never be able to take the knife in his life, and his vitality was constantly dissipating, and perhaps only had one or two years of life.

Ke Xiao woke up again and could not accept the reality of becoming a useless person or even a quasi-dead person, and his trembling hands were waving randomly.

You should know that as a person who has reached the swordless realm, even a simple hand can cause considerable harm. The doctor had to tie him to the bed like a mentally ill patient until his emotions stabilized, or he gave up, and he was free.

In that accident, that sword, Ke Xiao had already come up with ten thousand ways to take the attack on the sickbed, and then easily defeated the opponent.

But reality can not only be changed by imagination.

At that time, when the sword and the knife collided, Ke Xiao's brain burst out with a bang, as if something had exploded.

Is it because there is something wrong with his own physical condition, or is someone trying to murder him?

These are not important anymore. Those who are about to die have already been relieved, so why bother to themselves?

If you insist on talking about your enemy, maybe that swordsman is only one, but he doesn't even know what the other party looks like, because this person has been wearing protective gear.

But Ke Xiao had to admit that this man was indeed an absolute genius in kendo, which left a deep impression on him.

Except for the extremely rough sword, every move shown in the previous competition was like a butterfly dancing among flowers, which was so beautiful that it was like a sword dance.

On his deathbed, Ke Xiao recalled his life and remembered the person he was most unwilling to touch - his sister.

It was when Mo Xiao was very young, and his father brought back a little girl. She was very beautiful, but her eyes were empty. She sat on the sofa with her knees stiff.

"Like a doll."

The young Ke Xiao said this and walked to the little girl and said as if mockingly.

After hearing this, the little girl came back to her senses. She was very angry and her ears turned red.

"Qing'er, you're... not a doll."

"Hehe, where isn't it?"

As he said that, Ke Xiao also pinched the little girl's fat little face with her little hands, and said with a smile, "It looks very similar to it."

Maybe I didn't know how to retort it, and the little girl actually cried, which made him nervous.

"Hey?! Don't... don't cry, I'll accompany you to play games." Ke Xiao pulled Qing'er's hand and said stutteringly.

“Um…”

God knows why Ke Xiao, who is the source of all evil, gave the little girl a sense of security with her little hands, which made her stop crying.

Then came the story of the good reincarnation of the way of heaven. Ke Xiao suffered the greatest shame since he remembered it and deeply understood a word called - one hundred battles and one hundred defeats!

In two years, Mo Xiao played more than a hundred games with this little girl who claimed to be Qing'er. He never won a single victory in reality or the Internet.

Since childhood, Ke Xiao still felt that he was quite smart, but since he came into contact with Qing'er, he felt that he was simply a mentally retarded child. It can only be said that Qing'er's IQ is really terrible.

Although Ke Xiao was abused by Qing'er for two years in terms of IQ, the relationship between the two has also improved by leaps and bounds and has become very close, and she is a childhood sweetheart.

Even Qing'er looked at Ke Xiao with a trace of indescribable things deep in her eyes.

Unfortunately, boys mature later than girls, and they only treat her as their sister. They have never seen the feelings in Qing'er's eyes.

Then came the tragedy.

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Chapter completed!