Chapter 100 (1/2)

”Don't be afraid. I'll be nice to you.”

When Feng Jiu heard this sentence from the old man in gray, he felt a chill, and his goose bumps came out, even the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smoke.

In particular, the old man was still staring at her with a pair of excited and strange eyes. It was conceivable that the feeling of disgust.

She glanced at him, rubbed her goose bumped arms with both hands, and said impolitely, ”old man, when you talk, you don't take a mirror to look at your old face, which is like a withered orange. All the people who step into the coffin with one foot are still so shameless.”

The sarcastic and contemptuous words made the old man's eyes sink, even the smile on his face was also collected, and he was staring at her with a sinister smell.

”I think highly of you if I take you as a furnace cauldron for practicing martial arts.”

”Furnace cauldron for practicing martial arts?”

Feng Jiu gave a strange cry, looked at it from the bottom to the top, and said sarcastically, ”can't you see that you are an old man or a lecher? But you're old enough to use that thing? ”

”Presumptuous!”

He drank angrily, his chest heaved with anger, and his eyes glared at her. At the next moment, the gray figure swept out as fast as lightning, and his thin palm was clawed to Fengjiu.

Feng Jiu's expression suddenly changed, and her fierce spirit burst out in an instant. Instead of avoiding it, she met her. Her half squinted eyes were full of bloodthirsty breath, and her weird footwork drove the shadow to move. The dagger in her hand turned and the mysterious air current stabbed the old man in gray clothes.

”A little bit of work!”

The old man in grey sneered and turned his hand. He could easily avoid Feng Jiu's attack. When he blocked her dagger with one hand, he buckled it to her with the other.