"rub!"
The bronze sword was unsheathed.
Ying Zheng held the hilt of the bronze sword in one hand.
With a swish, he swung the bronze sword towards the man who was teasing Qi Pan.
The sharp sword blade flashed with a cold light!
A red mark suddenly appeared on He Chengju's neck.
As the red marks get bigger.
“Puff!”
He Chengju's body suddenly split into two.
The head slid off the neck, revealing a neat incision.
A column of blood spurted out from the cut on the neck.
It sprayed out into a red blood mist.
"Bang!"
The standing half of the body fell to the ground.
He Chengju twitched a few times, and then there was no movement.
His head rolled twice on the ground and stopped at his feet.
The eyes on the head were still wide open.
I had no idea what was happening.
He died before he even had time to feel the pain.
Die with eyes open.
Eleven and twelve this side.
There were also a few bang sounds.
All eight servants were knocked down.
The servants were lying on the ground wailing, breathing more in than out.
This scene happened too fast.
No one around reacted.
After seeing the dead.
Then someone suddenly screamed.
"ah!"
"Murder!"
“Run!!!”
The originally lively crowd suddenly ran away in panic!
The noisy streets became so quiet in the blink of an eye that you could hear a pin drop.
Ying Zheng rubbed the bronze sword against He Chengju's robe.
Wipe the blood off the sword.
Only then did he put the bronze sword back into its scabbard.
Turning back to look at Qipan.
"Master, are you okay?"
Qi Pan shook his head.
She didn't go to see the people who were beaten half to death by Eleven and Twelve.
He didn't even look at the body lying on the ground.
Her eyes just fell on her wrist.
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