Chapter 873 (1/2)

Soft sword, originally a powerful weapon in martial arts novels, is not easy to use, but once it is used, it is absolutely lethal.

The premise is that you have to start.

But it's very difficult to get started.

Firstly, the strength of the soft sword is difficult to control. Secondly, it is the characteristic of the soft sword.

Soft and hard!

Soft when it should be soft, hard when it should be hard.

How can you master this essence?

More importantly, people who use weapons have to match them, don't they?

No matter the appearance or temperament of the current forced tiger, none of them is matched with the soft sword.

The soft sword exudes the air of softness.

But on the tiger, there is a spirit of abandonment.

Nothing can match this soft sword.

Li Erzi said to him that you don't deserve to play soft sword at all. Your stupid use of soft sword is a kind of injury and self mutilation. Although you seem to beat the other party away with soft sword a few times ago, in fact, people are afraid of your enemies and friends.

In addition, the act of pretending to force the tiger to draw a soft sword also made Li Erzi burst his eyes.

He said that the soft sword of pretending to be a tiger is like a ding ding. It's usually wrapped around the waist when it's not used, and it's taken out when it's used.

It feels like pulling out that thing.

But pretending to force the tiger didn't care. He didn't feel anything at all. As long as he was happy and used it smoothly, what were he afraid of?

At the moment, Zhiyong in front of the tiger was stunned.

He doesn't want to get the soft sword pretending to be a tiger.

It must feel bad to be hit by this thing.

And it's very cruel to pretend to be a tiger.

As soon as Zhiyong was worried, his small circles were red: ”brother, I really don't know!”

Pop!

Wang Peng raised his hand and slapped him in the face: ”you were very cruel that day! Didn't you give me a knife in the leg! How dare you! Grass!”

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Zhiyong was dizzy at first, but now he was slapped in the face by Wang Peng. The people in front of him looked like slow motion and blurred.

Zhiyong has a feeling of being in the dark.

It all happened so fast that it was like a dream.

Since Zhiyong reached into his pants, it was like the shadow of a spring breeze dream.

When he suddenly woke up, he became what he is now.

The small waist was stepped on by someone, and the whole person had no strength at all, just like a pool of mud.

Now, Zhang Wen and his gang stand in front of him like a ferocious God.

With questioning tone and eyes, as long as Zhiyong says something wrong, he can kill him.

In the face of the fierce Wang Peng, he didn't know what to do.

I just feel hot on my face.

Last time he hurt Wang Peng, but he didn't think that retribution would come so quickly. It seemed that as soon as he turned around, he fell into Wang Peng's hands.

Zhiyong bowed to old Yan, but it was in the case of nothing, at least not at the cost of his own life.

Now in this situation, he doesn't betray Lao Yan. He's sorry for himself.

But

Zhiyong wants to cry.

I want to shut myself in the room and wail once and tell my grievances.

Well, why are you so cheating?

Why do you torture people so much?

Do you want people to hang around?

Zhiyong really doesn't know where Lao Yan is. I don't know. What do you say? Making up lies will only make your death worse.

what to do?

”Grass, don't play stupid!” Wang Peng scolded.

”I really don't know...”

Shua~

Said, a line of tears fell from Zhiyong's eyes, crystal clear, people couldn't help palpitating.