The sweet wife is too fierce: Mr. Lu, get out of here!

Chapter 1190 Unexpected Harvest 2

But just after Zhong Su finished saying this, he suddenly felt a biting chill coming from behind him, he subconsciously bent over and rolled forward, squeezed the short whip in his hand, and looked sharply at the front people.

But there was a hint of surprise, because the man in front of him was wearing a black mask, one eyeball was full of blood, and he couldn't even see the pupil and white of his eyes. His long silver hair just passed his eyebrows, his frosty eyes Eyes fixed on him.

The dagger in his hand was stuck between his fingers, as if it had grown between his fingers, exuding a bloody killing air.

Zhong Su stared covetously at the person in front of him, stood up, stepped back, even though he was standing, he could attack "Who are you?" He had never seen such a person.

"Her. You, don't move." The slightly hoarse voice was not unpleasant, and the tone was indifferent and cold.

He took a slight step forward, raised his hand, and the dagger protruding from his fingers became more obvious. The killing intent was firmly locked on Zhong Su's body, making him unable to escape. The whole person seemed to be a devil who came out of hell. There is a trace of evil spirit entwined.

Zhong Su was shocked by his aura, could feel the killing intent and threat coming from him, and couldn't help but took two steps back.

He has been walking on the road for many years, he doesn't need to look, just by intuition he knows that the man in front of him is not easy to mess with, his strength is superior to him, he is not a good person, this man is obviously more serious than those he has met before sharp.

Clenching the long whip in his hand, the dark pupils moved slightly, and then shot out like a flying arrow, and the short whip made a loud "pop" sound in the air, Echoes in this quiet space.

Zhong Su bullied himself and went straight to the throat, but the man just stepped back with one foot, bent down, the dagger in his hand was spinning between his fingers, and finally fell between his fingers again.

With a slight swipe of his hand, he passed by, and immediately, a deep scar was visible on his face.

Zhong Su's heart was already in his heart, his pupils shrank slightly, and instead of retreating, he became more aggressive. Before the short whip wrapped around the silver-haired wrist had time to exert force, a huge pain came from his stomach.

He looked down, only to realize that at some point, the man's leg kicked directly on his stomach, the throbbing pain seemed to displace even the internal organs.

Zhong Su was knocked back two steps, but he dared not let go of the short whip he was holding.

The blade was coming towards him, Zhong Su turned over and rolled, and quickly retreated a long distance, putting himself in a safe distance, he looked up at the slender man in front of him, holding the blade standing upright.

He looked at Zhong Su indifferently, the killing intent in his eyes was weak but still undiminished. This feeling of being targeted by the god of death made Zhong Su feel threatened for the first time.

Wiping the wound on his face with one hand, the painful wound made his hand tremble, and the blood flowed down his cheek, staining his black clothes.

"Since we have already started, why don't you report your name?" Zhong Su casually moved back, obviously, he was preparing to withdraw.

However, the silver-haired man's gaze was fixed on his leg for the first time, the light in his eyes was shallow but piercingly cold, and the blade in his hand flew out following his movements, Zhong Su's heart felt cold, and he flicked the whip, Shoot those blades down.