Luo Jiujiang quickly understood what "guessing odd or even" meant.
With a resounding laugh, the other party shouted, "It's a bet!" Then, two feathered arrows shot out simultaneously, one on the left and the other on the right, swift as shooting stars, taking the lives of both men in the blink of an eye.
pair!
"If a child is injured, move back," the voice lazily warned. "It would be terrible if they were accidentally injured."
Luo Jiujiang coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, pressed the wound on his abdomen, took a few steps back, and leaned his vest against a tree.
The archer's arrival completely transformed the situation. Luo Jiujiang had already killed two of the twelve men in formation, and the remaining ten were already feeling uneasy. Then, in a split second, the mysterious archer shot three more dead, instantly creating a gloomy and panic-stricken atmosphere. The remaining seven split into two factions: one seeking to escape immediately, the other intent on killing Luo Jiujiang first.
Seeing two more feather arrows shot out at the same time, Luo Jiujiang smiled slightly and said hoarsely: "Guess the single number!"
"Did they hurt your eyes?" The archer's curious voice sounded again, but in a different direction than before.
Luo Jiujiang said nothing. He had already found the perfect angle for his longsword the moment the archer opened his mouth, and without hesitation, he swung it out at the perfect moment. Simultaneously, he also lunged forward, leaping forward to grab the hilt just as the blade struck its target.
The monk who was coming towards his target only heard a loud shout, and Luo Jiujiang pressed down with all his strength, chopping him diagonally into two pieces.
After a successful strike, Luo Jiujiang fell to the ground, gasping for breath and coughing and laughing: "Single!"
When Luo Jiujiang tried to kill the first person quickly, the move he used to break the wind pavilion had already drained most of his spiritual energy. Not to mention the subsequent group battles and escapes from the tiger's mouth, he was indeed exhausted after fighting so many bloody battles.
"I admire your spirit of gamble and win at the cost of your life, little brother." The archer's voice was loud, and he quickly drew his bow and shot the other two people who were approaching Luo Jiujiang, "Continue?"
Luo Jiujiang lay on the snow, not even wanting to raise his head, and said casually: "Single, single, single, double."
The archer pondered for a moment, seemingly counting the remaining enemies, then he sighed and said, "So they didn't hurt my eyes, little brother, but they did blow your brains out."
Luo Jiujiang chuckled, finding the personality of this suddenly appearing archer quite interesting. "Ever since I was little, I've known that everyone has six fingers on their hands. These people are destined to be half buried in the snow. Why should we let them take the blame?"
The archer laughed out loud: "Little brother is very interesting."
As he spoke, he had already finished the fight, and Luo Jiujiang had gathered the strength to stand. He struggled to his feet from the thick snow with one arm, supporting his dislocated left arm, but before he could reattach it, he looked up and saw a young man in gray standing on the opposite treetop.
He looked very young, about 18 or 19, seemingly just a teenager who had not yet come of age, but his expression was full of playfulness, like that of a grown man who could make things happen with his hands.
"Little brother, you are seriously injured." The gray-robed man said with a smile.
He stood atop the tallest tree not far away. A strong breeze blew, lifting the hem of his sleeves and robes and a strand of hair, but his figure remained motionless. He was tall and slender, his body covered in a thin layer of streamlined muscle beneath his gray shirt, making him look much slimmer than other men his age, and at this moment, he looked even more like an immortal.
"This year has been unlucky for me. I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself." Luo Jiujiang limped back to the tree he had just leaned against and sat down. "Thank you for saving me."
"Thank you so much. Actually, I was going to hunt you down too." The gray-shirted young man lowered his head and smiled. "Although your serious injuries have made the upcoming gambling a lot less interesting, you are such a pleasant person. That's more than enough to make up for the missing fun."
As he spoke, he drew his bow to its full length. Luo Jiujiang could clearly sense the coldly gleaming tip of the arrow pointed squarely at his forehead.
Judging from the man's miraculous archery skills of shooting one arrow at a time, Luo Jiujiang was really in a state of panic at this moment.
The situation suddenly took a 180-degree turn, and the dramatic reversal was simply jaw-dropping.
Luo Jiujiang...Luo Jiujiang had nothing to say.
He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, feeling that his brows should be shining black by now. "Although Lu Qi only gave his subordinates a few words before killing me, he still had a legitimate reason. I wonder why you killed me? Is it because I can't count?"
The young man in gray laughed out loud. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack Luo Jiujiang. He even had the leisure to chat with him for a few words: "Of course not." He pondered for a moment and said with emotion, "I want to kill you because you buried people so beautifully."
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
He murmured, "This reason is probably even more unfair than death by verbal abuse..."
Unexpectedly, the young man chuckled. "It really has something to do with that 'mouth-cannon' guy. Little brother, you might not know this, but the northern part is my territory. Ever since you fought that guy, I've been following you around from time to time. So far, I've been following you for two or three days, sporadically."
Luo Jiujiang was slightly stunned. His first reaction was that he had only been in this world for five days, and for three whole days, he hadn't noticed the gray-shirted man's presence. His second reaction was that things change. If the scarred man, Xuexia, knew about this, he would definitely be very relieved.
The gray-robed young man's expression grew solemn. He said slowly, "I see that the whole world is turbid, and you alone are pure. I cannot bear to keep you here, so I have no choice but to invite you to die... After you die, I am willing to bury you in the same way. Not only six feet, but also twelve feet, eighteen feet."
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