I use Yiyou to attack NPCs in the infinite world

Chapter 372 Never Kill

Through the scolding from the white paper figure pasted on the yellow-haired man's wooden door, Wan An's lips curled into a sneer, and under the eyes of those watching the theater, he returned to his cubicle.

Seeing this, the others also moved back to the wooden doors.

Not long after, Wan An gently opened the wooden door and came out of the small cubicle.

All the way out of the youth hostel quietly, I was shaved by the heat and wind and sand outside.

Wan'an looked up, only to realize that in this world, there is no star in the night sky, only a strange blue moon hanging in the sky.

The surrounding buildings are rough and simple, and the highest floor is no more than six floors.

Released the white paper figurine, it floated in the air, and soon led Wan An around the alley to an open space.

The obese man hid in a gap full of building materials, clutching the blood hole in his palm, his face turned pale from the pain.

As long as I think of the face that I slapped myself for the only time I missed, I will grit my teeth angrily, with murderous intent in my eyes: "Damn bitch, don't tm fall into my hands, or I will kill you!"

"Who are you scolding?" A sweet female voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Borrowing the moonlight, the obese man stared and found another black shadow rising behind his own shadow.

He turned his head stiffly, and saw the face he scolded just now, staring at him coldly.

"I... I didn't scold you, I scolded other people, aunt, please promise to spare my life." Seeing that it was Wan An and the long sword in her hand, the fat man begged for mercy.

"Don't worry, I'm here to ask a few questions, but you have to promise to answer truthfully." Wan'an held up the sword, and the tip of the sword fell on his heart: "If you lie, I will know it too. Once you lie, it is when you lie." One more hole in the body."

"I'll definitely answer well, definitely speak well!" The obese man repeatedly nodded his head.

"How many people have you killed with this method of spreading rumors?" Wan An asked.

"Only three, really not many, I will definitely correct my mistakes in the future and never do it again." The obese man responded, but he warned himself in his heart that before looking for a target in the future, he must first confirm her force value.

In order not to encounter this kind of situation again, he was beaten so helplessly.

"Those three, what did you do?" Seeing that the fat man wanted to get up, Wan An poked forward with the tip of his sword, and the fat man didn't dare to move anymore.

Wrapped in pain, the face, neck, heart, legs, anyway, the whole body is in pain.

He could only bury his murderous intentions in his heart, obeyed with his mouth, and did not dare to hide it: "I just followed the method today, one who didn't know what to do was killed on the spot, and the other committed suicide afterwards. Although the last one didn't succeed, but I couldn't bear the rumors I set up, so I followed me."

"What about her?" Hearing the anger, Wan An raised his sword and slashed at the fat man.

His flesh was torn apart, the obese man dared not speak out, and could only reply: "In order to get the quota for Jinrongchang City, I gave it to her as a gift."

"Heh." He lifted his foot and kicked the fat man's chin, and the back of the fat man's head hit the brick behind him with a thud.

The pain made him grin his teeth, and when he was about to get angry, he saw Wan An's long sword pressing against his neck.

Looking up, she could see the huge blue moon behind her, exuding a gloomy coldness, making this world, the sultry environment where the yellow sand was flying around, become cooler.

For some reason, the fat man's heart was beating wildly at this moment, and he looked at Wan An's cold eyes, but was startled into a cold sweat.

An ominous premonition welled up in his heart, the fat man trembled, raised his head and asked, "I've said everything I need to say, what else do you want to do?"

"You know, I never kill people."

The long sword in Wan'an's hand pierced the obese man's throat neatly, and looked at him full of horror, eyes that had not completely lost consciousness, and chuckled: "And you are not considered a human being."

(End of this chapter)