The devil is weak and frail

Chapter 89 The Delicate and Weak Little Cook × Double-Faced Hero (35)

Xiang Zi'an waved his hand, and the right protector beside him stepped forward complicitly. Before the traitor could figure out what happened, he was directly dealt with with a knife.

Xiang Zi'an smiled, his smile was so kind, and he said, "Do you really want to kill him, coincidentally, I do too."

Zhiheng's psychological quality is not that bad, he tightly gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and said, "I'm different from you."

Xiang Zi'an smiled slightly, he got up and walked in front of Zhiheng, the left guardian beside him hurriedly followed behind him holding an umbrella.

Xiang Zian bent down and carefully looked at the legendary ghost mask.

"Why do you wear a mask? Is it because of your ugly face? Or is there some shady secret?"

Xiang Zi'an stretched out his hand and stroked the mask on Zhiheng's face. As soon as Zhiheng moved, the right protector who hurried over directly pressed him down hard, and Zhiheng, who was already exhausted, had no strength to resist at all.

Zhiheng turned his head stubbornly, Xiang Zi'an smiled lightly, and reached out to remove the mask again.

Just when Xiang Zi'an was about to take off the mask, a familiar dagger pierced Xiang Zi'an's palm, but Xiang Zi'an just turned his head back.

Seeing the woman walking slowly with an umbrella, Xiang Zi'an's eyes didn't change. He turned around and pulled out the dagger from his palm. During this period, he didn't say a word, as if he didn't feel any pain.

Seeing the person coming, Zhiheng instantly felt relieved.

I knew she would come.

Xiang Zi'an accurately captured the emotion in Zhiheng's eyes, and he carefully observed the blood-stained dagger with his eyes.

"It seems that the girl is here to save this hero?"

"Yes, I would like to trouble everyone for your convenience."

The umbrella was lifted slightly, revealing the face of the person under the umbrella.

Xiang Zian said without raising his head, "No."

Suddenly, Xiang Zian turned his wrist, and a sharp dagger plunged into Zhiheng's flesh and blood, piercing his palm and firmly planting it on the ground.

Zhiheng cried out in pain and passed out on the ground.

Jiang Min's eyes were heavy, she held the umbrella handle slightly harder, and looked at Xiang Zi'an with cold eyes.

Xiang Zi'an suddenly laughed wildly: "My own sword killed my beloved? What will happen?"

madman.

The bandits surrounded Jiang Ren.

Xiang Zi'an pulled out the dagger stuck in Zhiheng's palm, and directly stabbed Zhiheng's chest without saying a word, and the blood soaked the clothes on Zhiheng's chest in an instant.

Jiang Min was furious.

She dropped the umbrella and took down the jade hairpin holding her hair with one hand, and her long hair fell like a waterfall. The jade hairpin turned into a jade flute after turning around in her hand.

This situation startled the bandits around and shouted, "Ghost. Help."

Xiang Zian didn't feel scared, but looked at Jiang Min with more interest.

The bandits fled in all directions, while Xiang Zian stared at Jiang Min motionlessly, as if looking at a playful pet.

Jiang Min was very angry at first, but when she saw Xiang Zi'an's eyes, she was furious.

She took the sword discarded by the bandits and walked towards Xiang Zi'an step by step. The left and right guardians beside Xiang Zi'an were fairly loyal. One walked towards Jiang Min with a sword, and the other was constantly persuading Xiang Zi'an to leave.

The right protector walked up to Jiang Min, and before he could make a move, he was dealt with by Jiang Min with a sword, just like chopping cabbage.

Seeing this, the left protector raised his sword to block Xiang Zi'an's front, "Master, go quickly, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood if you keep the green hills, go!"

As soon as the voice fell, he fell to the ground.Jiang Min stepped forward with the sword and stabbed at Xiang Zi'an's chest.

(End of this chapter)