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General Fang Ming looked at the mercenaries who fell to the ground. He deliberately held back except for the black man, otherwise they would have been dismembered by the shadow in an instant.
㹏If today's daily task is a bit too difficult, he wants to see if there are any spellcasting materials.
Holding the magic sword, he kicked away the mercenaries one by one.
Big beard? Give you a sword!
Blonde? What are you mumbling about? Give you a sword!
Female mercenary! Why do you look like King Kong Barbie? I’ll give you a sword!
Bakayaya Road? ! This one has two swords!
As they walked along, the blades of their swords were stained with the blood of their loved ones from various places in the world, and the mercenaries slept more and more peacefully.
There were a few drunkards at the bar in the distance. Fang Ming approached them one by one and finally stopped in a corner.
A female drunkard was leaning against the wall with her face up. Her straight nose and high cheekbones made her facial lines look more three-dimensional, but her skin texture did not seem as delicate as that of Chinese people.
What people care about is that this female alcoholic has pretty facial features, but there is an obvious scar from the side of her face to her forehead, which looks like it was left by a burn.
Her light brown curly hair was hidden behind her uniform cap. Her blue pupils looked a little blurry and her face was ruddy. She stared at Fang Ming for a long time and waved the vodka in her hand at him.
"Brother, want a bite?"
Fang Ming used the bloody tip of the sword to scratch her forehead, leaving a thin mark. "If I didn't miss it, all your brothers should be dead."
The drunk woman was stunned for a moment, reached out to wipe the blood from her forehead, tilted her head and looked for a long time, then made a sound.
"Uh~"
She burped and took another gulp of vodka, mumbling to herself,
"It's only been a few days? It's useless. I haven't drunk enough!"
After saying that, he lay down again, shouting with a drunken breath, "Chop it accurately, it's better to chop off my head, don't let me suffer!"
After saying that, he lay on the ground motionless.
Fang Ming was amused. Seeing that this foreign girl had decent facial features, he patiently asked,
"You really don't want to live anymore?"
The drunk woman waited for a long time but Fang Ming didn't make a move. She mumbled something in her hometown dialect which was hard to understand. Then she used her unclear mind to translate it.
"You can't possibly let me live. Are you going to let me go even though a whole house of people died?"
"That depends on your will to survive."
While Fang Ming was still talking, he saw the foreign woman take another big gulp of vodka and lean against the wall with her head shaking.
Three seconds later, she finally raised her head and looked at Fang Ming with her blue eyes, "You're not going to kill me?"
"Oh my god! You really need to let me go!"
Her face became even redder, as if a person who was in the late stage of cancer and was depressed all day suddenly heard that it was a misdiagnosis by the hospital.
Fang Ming shook his head. "It's impossible to let you go. Maybe you can try to get me to spare your life for now."
"Uh~" After the hiccup, she seemed to be more awake and asked in confusion, "What should I do, sir?"
Fang Ming showed a wanton smile. After all, it didn’t take much tenderness to treat the enemy. He put away the spirit sword that was not suitable for children and said, “Prove your worth to me, bitch!”
The drunk woman didn't pay attention to Fang Ming's address. She just touched the scar on her face in surprise and asked tentatively,
"Are you... sure?"
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