C80 (1/2)

”Why? Why do you all force us again and again? ”Qing'er's eyes are full of tears, sad and heartbreaking, and his words are full of hate from the waves.

”Hey, why, there are so many in the world. Why? Just because I'm better than you, is that enough? What's more, you and the boy who fell down killed a Feng, and then you should die. ”At this time, the second master walked out of the crowd and made a cold voice.

”Special, I can't see it anymore.” a young warrior came out.

”Hey, I say, you tiger mercenary regiment have a big family. Why bother a little girl?” the young warrior said.

”Ha ha, there are such idiots who are not afraid to die and meddle in business these days.” the second master sneered.

”If you want to be a hero to save the beauty, first of all, let's see if you are qualified or not.” suddenly, the second master made a violent attack and punched the young man.

The young man was shocked. He just couldn't see the style of the fierce tiger mercenary regiment, but he didn't want to fight them. The second master said he would fight.

The young man clenched his teeth and left with a blow.

”Bang!”

”Poof...”

There is no doubt. The young man will not be able to defeat the second master of the tiger mercenary regiment.

”Ah...”! My hand... ”

His right hand was directly blasted, bone dregs and blood shot everywhere. The young man vomited blood and howled to the ground, holding his broken arm and howling.

”Next time you have to look at your own strength.” the second master took out a white silk handkerchief, wiped the blood on his hand, and then threw it on the ground in disgust.

”Ha ha, the second master is powerful!”

”This boy dares to take care of the good things of the tiger mercenary regiment, and he doesn't know how to die”

the people of the tiger mercenary regiment all laughed and cheered.

The martial arts around dare to be angry and speechless. The example of the young man is there.

”Enough, you animals!” Qing'er sobs bitterly. When she sees a warrior speaking for herself, her arm is cut off by the tiger mercenary regiment in a blink of an eye. Her heart is filled with remorse and pain.

”Ha ha, is that enough? I don't think it's enough. Come on, cut off the boy's head and let people around to see the end of meddling in the business of my tiger mercenary regiment. ”The second master said with a smile, and looked at people's lives as if they were pigs, dogs and grass.

A subordinate of ”haole Er Ye” came to the young man in front of him.

”Hey hey boy, next life eyes bright spot, some people you can't stir up,” said the hand of the knife.

”No!” Qing'er is about to rush up with his sword, but he is restrained and can't move.

”Poof...!” In the young man's startled eyes, a knife fell, a big head flew five meters away, blood splashed. The young man's head just rolled at Qing'er's feet, and there was a look of fear and regret in his eyes.

”Ah...!” Qing'er cried out loud, his voice full of desolation and pain.

”I hate it! I hate why I'm so incompetent, I can't protect the iron rope, my feather falls into the sky pit, and other people die for me. It's all useless for me. I hate... ” Qing'er blames herself for endless hatred. She hates her own uselessness and her own weakness.

”Ha ha ha...” The tigers burst out laughing.

”Give this chick to the brothers for fun.” the second master said and turned to leave.

”Thank you, second master” all the martial arts say thank you like chicken blood. Regardless of the number of people, they are going to pick Qing'er's clothes.

Qing'er's long hair is scattered and her eyes are dull. She looks down at the head on the ground and doesn't speak. She doesn't see the warrior who wants to pick her clothes.

”Shua!”