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What live dead zero?

Ink Cloud supported his head as he thought dizzily, just who was it? Why did it sound so familiar?

The man in front of him took a few steps back and held his shiny sword upright as he sank it into the ground! Her eyes were dazzled by the cold glint of the blade.

"Kid, do you know who you offended?"

The man was gritting his teeth as he spoke.

Of course, Ink Yan knew, "Brother Zhao Xiaoyun, right?"

That's right!

The man drank and grabbed her by the collar. He lifted her from the ground and forced their eyes to meet.

Following that, a familiar face appeared in her line of sight.

Her face was like that of a virgin flower. She had long, narrow eyes and a wide, shapely chin. Below her was a near trapezoidal neck, broad, thick shoulders, and Zhao Xiaoyun's version of a muscular torso. "It looks like he is indeed a very serious brother.

The man's big knife, Ink Yan, also looked at it along the way.

It was a typical machete with a thick back and a thin blade. The exposed parts were slightly curved, and the hilt was tightly wrapped in red cloth. The red cloth was tied into a knot at the end of the blade, and then fell down in two different lengths. The night wind lifted her up and gently twirled her in the air, giving her the eerie illusion that she was a ghost girl.

But?

Ink Yan frowned, she still couldn't explain why the machete she saw looked so familiar.

The man lowered his gaze, passing by Ink Yan's head and body, and locked onto her feet that were covered in black ash. His face was filled with disdain. Humph! Escape in the middle of the night and you don't even care about your shoes? Even if a person like you were to enter the battlefield, you would probably only have a one second life, right? "

Pui! Who the f * ck was only for a single second?

Ink Yan didn't say anything, she lifted her leg!

Pow!

Ink Yan firmly kicked the man, kicking his body out of the steel plate's texture!

"The man stared at her with sympathy in his eyes." "Brat, I've trained in iron cloth clothes."

However, it had only been two seconds before the look in his eyes changed. Invisible sweat began to rapidly squeeze out of his pores, condensing into large soybeans and flowing down his forehead towards his chin. Her tightly pursed lips instantly drained of blood as she sucked in a breath of cold air.

"You!" The man unwillingly looked at Ink Yan, his straight body had the tendency of a shrimp bow.

"You, you, you're not preaching …"

Ink Yan seized back the collar, her face full of self-defense as she argued, "Don't tell me your family's elders didn't teach you the principle of", she raised her leg and kicked again! With a backhand pull, the man shouted loudly!

"Only you are allowed to forcefully marry, don't you allow me to defend myself?!"

Immediately! The man's vision went dark and he knelt on the ground while holding the dang with one hand! "You're so cheap, why are you running away from marriage?" The excuse that would turn into justice was stuck in his throat, he couldn't even say it out loud!

The truth was just as Ink Yan had said, there was nothing to be afraid of on the battlefield. When he schemed against someone else, he should be mentally prepared for a counterattack.

"Heh heh!" I lost! "

In front of Ink Yan, the man held his breath, ignored the blade in front of him, painfully turned his body over, calmly opened up his limbs and fearlessly said.

"You might as well kill me!"

"In any case, I won't hand my sister over to the Southern Prince's Residence when we capture her tomorrow morning!" It was a dead end anyway! It would be better to die in your hands! "

"But!"

When the man said this, his eyes suddenly blinked and two streams of hot tears rolled out. His tone was suddenly tainted with sorrow.

"I only wish for one thing from you! That is to give me some time to take my little sister out of the city first! I, Zhang Zi Zhong, am aware that my skills are inferior, and I am not qualified to open my mouth and beg for forgiveness! But I can pledge my official name to you! "I just wonder what you think, little one?"

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