The Broken Knife Is Hopeless? Start With The Fusion Of The Demonic Knife Thousand Blades

There was still a trace of the last desire for life in many of his eyes, but unfortunately, his body was frozen in this scene forever.

Guys who act smart often end up being ignored by others.

Yang Lin complained in his heart, but his face was still colorless.

He glanced at Manka, who was the only one who survived, and waved his right hand forward like a sword.

The sharp sword energy penetrated the subcutaneous tissue, penetrated the cells, and cut into the neck, chewing up and destroying the protected vocal part inside.

"Ahem, roar..."

Suddenly, Manka felt an unimaginable pain in his throat. Along with a violent cough, a trace of blood coughed out of his mouth.

"I said I would spare your life and not kill you, but you are a divine creature after all. Even if you can stop talking for a while, you cannot stop talking for the rest of your life. You should be a mute from now on."

In his killing form, Yang Lin was decisive in killing in the true sense, and he struck without mercy.

So much so that it makes you feel that all the seven emotions and six desires are gone in his heart, leaving only the last word "kill" alive.

He raised his feet and walked halfway, when he held his hand and a pill appeared in his palm, he threw it out like trash.

Jinshangdan, after taking it, can treat injuries and relieve pain immediately, but it cannot restore the pronunciation part.

It can be regarded as Yang Lin's last mercy.

After doing this, he put the magic sword Thousand Blades back into the weapon space without hesitation, and the paper scissors spun and flew between his two fingers.

When fighting in a small area, paper scissors are a very good tool for quick-death assassination.

In terms of speed, it is probably even faster than the Thousand Blades of the Demonic Sword.

After passing the chimney, Yang Lin climbed down. Just halfway, he suddenly heard the sound of "squeaking" the iron door opening from below.

Looking down, I saw a shovel with its handle stretched out, accompanied by bursts of complaints.

"It's true that the big brother in the boiler room couldn't come, but he let me come with a less serious condition. What is this, does a fever count as an illness? I feel like I'm going to get sick if I stay in this place any longer. By then, I’m afraid what will be burned is not my brain but my ashes.”

It turned out to be a poor migrant worker.

Yang Lin thought to himself, this way he would have a way to deal with the other party.

I turned on the perspective function and took a brief look. Below me, a Nanman clan holding a shovel was shoveling the ashes from the boiler into a large red bucket beside me.

He was the only hard-working laborer Zuo in the entire boiler room. He kept drinking and drinking, and it seemed that he was the incarnation of a traditional Zaunite complaining about the unclear classification of the upper class.

Not long after, he saw that the red bucket next to him was full of dust, so he put down the shovel and walked aside with the bucket.

Yang Lin was waiting for this opportunity. He let go of his hands, suspended them in the air, and quickly fell down. His feet did not touch the ground to avoid making any noise.

The door of this large boiler is open, and there is still a thick layer of dust underfoot. It is estimated that it will not be long before it comes back.

After getting out of the boiler, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Yang Lin controlled his body to fly to the ceiling without panic, and then flew to the door by relying on the ancient concept of PCs not to raise their heads.

He wears a hidden mask on his face, so he doesn't have to worry about being discovered by the monitoring room.

Coupled with the translucent invisibility brought by the little turtle, the self under surveillance is at best a ball of dust.

Or there is a ghost triggered by a BUG.

...........at the same time...........

Blue Star.

Lighthouse country.

A young man dressed in black was walking down the street with an expressionless expression on his back, carrying a long knife.

Passersby around saw this boy in black and had a cold temperament, and they were deeply attracted to him just by looking at him.

Especially in this country that advocates freedom, both men and women seem to be quite interested in this young man.

"Look, Hallides, what a handsome little brother you are. Why don't you go up and seduce him? If you can get in bed with me, I'll treat you to pasta tonight."

"Humph, just keep an eye on it. It's easy to seduce him with my temperament."

The European and American girl with blond hair and sexy hip-hugging jeans lifted her long wavy hair and bangs, raised her sexy long legs and walked over.

"Hey handsome guy, are you interested in getting to know him?"

The black soul who was walking heard a voice asking him, and his pace slowed down a bit, but after thinking that he came here for a purpose, he stopped asking and continued walking quickly, ignoring the girl who was following behind him.

"Hey, that handsome guy in front."

Hallides was a little anxious when he saw that the black soul ignored him.

"Come on, I believe you."

"Run, run to catch up with him." The voice of my best friend came from behind.

She took a few steps and thought for a second or two and realized that her best friend was right. She adjusted the position of her bag and trotted out.

He took a big step directly past Black Soul's side and stood in front of him.

Black Soul had no choice but to stop and glance at the good-looking European and American girl in front of him.

not interested.

Standing in front of him was obviously to hinder him from completing the order given to him by the leader. Unfortunately, the other party did not show murderous intent and could not take action to deal with this troublesome guy.

"Don't go, handsome guy. How about we exchange information. My name is Harry Deth."

Seeing Heihun turning around and about to leave, she lifted my feet and stood in front of me again.

"Handsome guy, don't be so aloof. After all, she is sought after by many boys in the class." As he said that, he deliberately raised his chest and abdomen to show him that her breasts were big.

Black Soul frowned. What the hell was this guy trying to do? He was not interested in ordinary vases, especially the black DNA vases on the mountain stalls. He was inexplicably disgusted when he saw them.

I hate girls who have no sense of boundaries.

People in this country are so open-minded and have no rules at all.

This is simply torture for the dark souls who like to live under strict rules.

"Wait a minute, young lady, he has already made it clear with his body that he is unwilling. If you do this again, I will call the police."

At this time, a European and American man in casual clothes stepped forward with dignity, pointed at the girl in front of Black Soul, and criticized her.

"Tch, if you can't fight, then it's okay. Why, even trying to strike up a conversation is wrong?"

Halideth spat, picked up his satchel, turned around, twisted his small waist, and walked away with an unhappy look on his face.

Black Soul breathed a sigh of relief. It was very good for him that this troublesome guy had left wisely. He didn't have to take action to solve it himself. Naturally, it would be better to have one less problem than one more problem.

"Hey buddy, you don't have to worry about this kind of girl. When I was in high school, I had a classmate who was deceived by this kind of girl because of her good looks and ended up getting HPV."

The middle-aged man walked up to Black Soul and put a familiar hand on his shoulder.