The Tianmen boys who were running circles on the playground, with Lin Mo's permission, also flocked to the center, surrounding Zhuge Xin, Yaodao and others, wanting to watch the peak showdown.
The epiphyllum on Yaodao's face gradually turned blood red, as if emitting a strange light. In his eyes, the overwhelming fighting spirit was already burning, staring closely at his opponent.
"Demon Sword, show your weapon." Zhuge Xin crossed his hands and his joints made a rattling sound.
Demon Sword smiled lightly and said: "My weapon is used to kill people! Don't worry, you will see it!"
"Okay!" Zhuge Xin nodded, his body suddenly turned into an afterimage, and he rushed towards the demon sword: "Let me see the strength of Xiao Feng's right-hand man today! I hope you won't let me down!"
Yaodao blocked Zhuge Xin's attack with both hands, and at the same time kicked out with his right foot like lightning.
There was a muffled sound of "pop", and the two were separated at the first touch. Judging from the appearance of the two, they were evenly matched in the first round.
"Haha, come on!" Zhuge Xin laughed wildly and launched another attack. His right hand formed a claw shape and was thrust towards the demon sword's neck. His left hand swung his fist and struck hard at the heart.
The entire body of the Demon Sword was enveloped in Zhuge Xin's attack. It jumped up high and hit Zhuge Xin's head with a high whip.
"So fast!" The surrounding Tianmen boys all exclaimed. The speed of the two people in the field was getting faster and faster, reaching the limit that their naked eyes could capture.
"Yao Dao, you have enough strength to make me look at you!" The two separated again, Zhuge Xin squinted his eyes and put away the evil smile on his face.
Yaodao's face also no longer found relief, replaced by a look of solemnity: "You are worthy of me drawing my sword!"
"Look! The demon sword has been drawn!" Crab's two arms were crossed on his chest, and the muscles on his arms jumped.
"That Zhuge Xin's weapon is a bit weird!" Flame Girl said slowly. "It seems to be Emei Thorn!"
"Pa", two cold lights flashed, and a harsh crisp sound sounded. The two people's bodies retreated at the same time, looking at each other coldly.
The Demon Sword looked stern. On his left shoulder, there was a hole the size of a thumb, gushing blood. On his right hand, there was a trembling soft knife. Blood beads were dripping from the blade.
Zhuge Xin had a knife wound of several centimeters on his abdomen, and his clothes were wet with blood. He gently stroked the wound with his fingers, put his bloody fingers in his mouth and sucked lightly, with a look of enjoyment on his face: "Very good, I've been here for a long time."
Not hurt anymore."
"The winner is still undecided, it will be a bloody battle to the end!" Yaodao stared at the Emei thorn in Zhuge Xin's hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He knew that it was the Emei thorn that had penetrated his shoulder just now.
Zhuge Xin nodded: "I think so too! Come on, let's see which one is faster, your knife or my Emei thorn!"
"Stop." Just when the two were about to fight again, a hoarse voice sounded from outside the crowd.
The Demon Sword's eyes narrowed and he slowly put away his 'waist sword'.
Zhuge Xin held the Emei thorn in his hand and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
The crowd quickly separated, and Wuming, who was shrouded in black robes, walked in from outside the crowd. A pair of lifeless eyes stared at Zhuge Xin: "Tell me, how did you find this place."
Zhuge Xin's hand holding Emei Ci tightened, and his eyes narrowed into a line, flashing with doubt. Who is this man in black robe? Why does it give him a strong sense of crisis?
"I'm asking you something, answer me." The hoarse voice sounded again.
"I'm here to see Xiao Feng." When Zhuge Xin spoke, his eyes fell on the blood-stained hands of the man in black robes. In addition to the blood, there was something leather on his hand. If I guessed correctly, then
It should be a piece of human skin.
The loose black robe is automatic without wind. It seems that Wuming is very dissatisfied with Zhuge Xin's answer. "This is no reason! Demon Sword, he has given it to you. Either he dies or you die!" After saying that, Wuming was about to leave.
.
The demon knife tore open his shirt and gently bandaged the wound: "Zhuge Xin, come on, a life and death battle! The evil wind's territory cannot be offended!"
Zhuge Xin smiled wildly: "Okay."
"Okay, the game is over!" Xiao Feng walked out of the crowd and stood in the center of Yaodao and Zhuge Xin.
Zhuge Xin heard Xiao Feng's voice and his eyes were slightly sharp: "Xiao Feng, I finally see you."
Xiao Feng showed a smile: "Haha, Zhuge Xin, I have been waiting for you for a long time." After saying that, he turned to look at the Tianmen boys around him: "Everyone, let's go train."
"Yes. Brother Feng." Tianmen's younger brother shouted, and then they dispersed. The rest of Shafeng and others also left to train new people.
The only people left at the scene were Xiao Feng, Wuming, Zhuge Xin, Yaodao, and Flame Girl.
"Fire Girl, help Demon Sword bandage the wound." Xiao Feng looked at the wound on Demon Sword's shoulder and said calmly.
The flame girl nodded, her eyes falling on Zhuge Xin's face: "Zhuge Xin, right? Only I can hurt the Demon Sword. I hope you won't fall into my hands next time." After that, she left with the Demon Sword.
Zhuge Xin shrugged his shoulders, stared at the swaying butt of the flame girl, and laughed, this woman is so delicious!
"Wu Ming, what is this?" Xiao Feng noticed the bloody thing in Wu Ming's hand.
"Nomura Koji's skin." Wuming finished speaking and left.
"..." Xiao Feng was speechless. He was planning to 'serve' Nomura Koji again, but he never imagined that Wuming would peel off his skin. It seems that Wuming has asked what he wanted to ask. "Let's go.
Come on, Zhuge Xin, find a place to chat. Is your injury okay?"
Zhuge Xin's habitual evil smile appeared on his face again: "It's okay, let's go." After saying that, he gestured to the big men behind him and followed Xiao Feng towards the classroom.
No one knew what the two talked about. Half an hour later, Zhuge Xin walked out of the classroom with an evil smile on his face, and hurriedly left the school with his men.
As soon as Zhuge Xin left, a nameless body appeared outside the classroom window: "Feng, he is the person who kidnapped Saburo Watanabe that night."
"I know." Xiao Feng held a cigarette in his mouth and nodded, his voice very calm.
Wuming walked into the classroom: "Why don't you kill him."
Xiao Feng didn't answer, but just smoked his cigarette. After a long time, Xiao Feng threw away the cigarette butt, jumped off the table, and patted Wuming on the shoulder: "Wuming, it's not the time yet! Some things can be solved without killing people."
Wuming nodded and said nothing more. He is Xiao Feng's shadow, and he is also the sharp knife in Xiao Feng's hand. Since Xiao Feng said it is not the time to kill yet, then don't kill yet!
"Where's the human skin?" Xiao Feng gathered a lot of thoughts and smiled: "You don't know how to make it into a belt, do you?" This is not an exaggeration at all. A person who once used several human skins to make a leather sofa, and then used human skin to make a leather sofa.
It is quite normal to make a belt out of leather.
"No, I hung it on the school's flagpole. Let it dry for a while before we talk." Wuming said calmly. "Nomura Koji belongs to an organization called 'The Sun Shines'. This organization is headquartered in Tokyo and has a very complicated background.
Strong."
Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes: "The sun is shining brightly? If the prediction is good, there is support from Japanese officials, right?"
"Yeah." Wuming nodded.
Xiao Feng lit another cigarette: "I understand. Where is Assistant Wang? You didn't peel off his skin too, did you?"
"Not yet, it will be his turn in the afternoon." Wuming shook his head.
Xiao Feng coughed a few times: "Kill him, he is no longer useful. Remember, let him die in an "artistic" way, because I feel sick when I think of his arrogant look."
Killing is a technical job. People who like killing and enjoy killing regard killing as an 'art'. Just like that, Xiao Feng and Wuming are this kind of people.
"I know." A hoarse voice sounded slowly.
Xiao Feng smiled, and he felt relieved when Wuming did things. Whether it was killing someone or something else, Wuming would always complete it meticulously. But Xiao Feng was a little curious, what kind of "artistic" method Wuming would use to kill Assistant Wang?
Xiao Feng left the classroom and walked towards the dormitory. When he arrived at the dormitory, he walked around and did not find Xiaoqiang. On the table, there was a piece of paper with a childish and sloppy handwriting.
"Brother Feng, I'm sorry, I lied to you. In fact, I am not an orphan. Hehe, I am going home now. If I don't go home, my family will probably be in trouble. 151xxxxxxxx, this is my mobile phone number, you can
Remember to call me and I will introduce you to that big-breasted teacher. Your godbrother, Xiaoqiang."
Xiao Feng looked at the note and raised the corners of his mouth. This little brat actually dared to lie to himself. He took out his cell phone and dialed the number on the note.
As soon as the music started playing, the phone was connected. "Hello? Brother Feng, is that it? Haha, I knew you would call me impatiently. Do you miss that big-breasted teacher?"
"..." Xiao Feng was speechless. When will this kid stop being such a gangster?
How dare you lie to me, little one! I have decided that I don’t want you as my godbrother.”
"No, Brother Feng, oh, you are my brother. I beg you, please don't expel me, okay?" Xiaoqiang's voice was as pitiful as it could be. "As long as you don't drive me away, Big Tits
I’ll introduce you to teachers, nannies with small breasts, and women with medium breasts, okay?”
"..." Xiao Feng stopped talking.
"Brother Feng, my family wants to treat you to dinner. Thank you for saving me." Xiaoqiang thought of something and said hurriedly.
Xiao Feng was just about to say something about doing good deeds without seeking fame or fortune, and forgetting about eating. But before he could say anything, Xiaoqiang's next words almost made him choke to death on his own saliva.
"I said at that time, no, Brother Feng is very busy and has no time to eat! So, I refused for you." Xiaoqiang said with a smile: "Am I right?"
Xiao Feng nodded: "Yes, that's right! I want to learn from Comrade Lei Feng and do good deeds without leaving a name!"
"Oh, Uncle Lei Feng does not leave his name when he does good deeds. He always keeps a diary to write it down. When needed, he takes out the diary directly. Those good deeds are all clear at a glance." Xiao Qiang said in a serious tone.
Xiao Feng was helpless. This boy was definitely a weirdo. After chatting for a few words, he hung up the phone with Xiaoqiang's assurance that he would introduce him to the big-breasted teacher.