The best ambiguous master

Half an hour later, the long knife was still waving, but there were a few more black figures lying on the ground around Zhao Xiaohan. Yes, these were the men in black who surrounded Zhao Xiaohan just now. Of course, there are more men in black still surrounding Zhao Xiaohan.

"Zhao Xiaohan, if you regret it now, I can treat it as if nothing happened." In the distance, Matsushita Miko knelt on the seat, raised a cup of tea in her hand, took a sip, and slowly teased Lifting a strand of long hair in front of the forehead, lit the coils of sandalwood, and in an instant, the whole living room was full of the scent of sandalwood.

After hearing Matsushita Miko's words, Zhao Xiaohan shook his head slightly, and said with a faint smile: "No need, in Zhao Xiaohan's dictionary, there is never the word regret."

"In that case, Mr. Zhao, don't blame me for being rude." Miko Matsushita clapped her hands, and the men in black flickered, and once again surrounded Zhao Xiaohan at a dizzying speed , I saw those men in black waved their long swords at the same time, and waved them towards Zhao Xiaohan's chest at the same time. It's a pity that although Zhao Xiaohan was about to run out of lamps, he was still not the same as these few swords. A man in black can easily make him fall.

Immediately afterwards, the sparks from the touch of the sword instantly illuminated the entire living room, and one saw black shadows and white shadows coming and going in the living room, entangled together, and in the other place, Zhao Xiaolong was not at all from the beginning to the end. After saying a word, he just shook his fist lightly and stared blankly at Zhao Xiaohan's disappearing figure.

"What's the matter? Are you reluctant?" Looking at Zhao Xiaolong biting his lips tightly, Matsushita Yehe sneered and opened his mouth. After hearing Matsushita Yehe's voice, Zhao Xiaolong's eyes froze, and he narrowed his eyes slightly Eyes, shook his head and said: "I just can't bear it. Anyway, he is also the only brother I have grown up since I was a child. Without him, how could I, Zhao Xiaolong, be where I am today?"

"Since you understand this truth, why did you choose to be his enemy?" Matsushita Yehe glanced at Zhao Xiaolong with great interest, and then at the disappearing white shadow in the distance with great interest, with a look on his face. Showing a strange smile, looking at the strange smile of Matsushita Yehe, Zhao Xiaolong's eyes suddenly became a little cold, he turned his head, lightly lit a cigarette for himself, without saying a word.

In the distance, Zhao Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, only to hear a gust of wind passing by behind him, when he turned his head, someone stabbed his back with a sword, and the dazzling blood slowly slid down his back However, drops fell on the ground drop by drop, but what no one expected was that the moment the sword pierced Zhao Xiaohan's back, Zhao Xiaohan's figure suddenly turned around, and with a wave of the long knife in his hand, in an instant , the hand raised the knife and fell', the long knife quickly fell on the neck of the man in black, a bloodstain streaked across, and there was only a "plop", and the man in black fell straight on the ground on the ground.

At the same time, everyone in the living room was stunned. No one thought that under such circumstances, Zhao Xiaohan would use such a move to injure one thousand enemies and self-injury eight hundred, and kill his own descendants. The back is set up as a trap, deliberately pretending to be one's own weakness, to attract the enemy, and then take the opportunity to kill the opponent, the sword goes off the edge, and in an instant, everyone understands a profound sentence from Zhao Xiaohan, man, yes If you are ruthless, you are really ruthless.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party hadn't reacted, Zhao Xiaohan swung the long knife in his hand again. Every time he lifted the knife, it would cause a burst of tragic wailing, but the tragic wailing didn't last long. It disappeared completely, and then there was another "plop" sound, and the bodies of the remaining men in black also fell to the ground one by one.

"Sorry, I won." Zhao Xiaohan shrugged and smiled, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although the victory was a bit tragic, it was also the most intense battle he had personally participated in in history. Since then, it was the most life-saving event. However, he didn't regret it at all. On the contrary, he felt a sense of enthusiasm. Perhaps one less man in black would benefit Huaxia a little bit, right?

"Yes, you won." Miko Matsushita sighed softly and nodded. For Zhao Xiaohan, Miko Matsushita inadvertently developed a trace of admiration for him. In the island country, she has always been a strong man In the age of respect, everyone worships the strong. Today, Zhao Xiaohan showed her the posture of a strong man, and she couldn't help but have a little admiration for Zhao Xiaohan. The spirit of preferring death to surrender is worthy of her admiration .

It's a pity that they are doomed not to be friends, but to be enemies. If possible, Zhao Xiaohan will be even more powerful if he can become an author with them, right?

"Zhao Xiaohan, I will give you one last chance. If you cooperate with us, I can act as if nothing happened just now. If you reject me, I think you may not be able to leave Jinlong Villa today." Matsushita Miko's voice sounded a little cold, but there was also a sense of sympathy. After hearing Matsushita Miko's words, Zhao Xiaohan smiled softly, put down the long knife in his hand, used it to support his body, and said with a smile: "Although I I am very reluctant to say Goodbye to this beautiful world, but if I have no choice, I would rather say Goodbye to this world, and give you the most touching three words in the world, it is impossible."

"In this case, don't blame me." Matsushita Miko sighed softly, looked at Zhao Xiaohan with pity, and gently clapped her hands again. In an instant, a group of black people appeared in the living room again. Compared with the last time, the number of men in black clothes is obviously much more. Looking at the extra men in black clothes, Zhao Xiaohan showed a bitter smile on his mouth. Why can't these ghost killers seem to be able to kill them all? Same?

Looking at Zhao Xiaohan's surprised eyes, Matsushita Miko suddenly laughed, stretched out her right hand, fiddled with it a few times under the light, and said with a smile: "Mr. I will only use those few people to deal with you, right? We have always attached great importance to the enemy. From the moment you stepped into the gate of Jinlong Villa, I have already decided that if you do not agree to cooperate with us, It will make you sleep forever in Jinlong Villa."

"Of course not." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head with a smile and said, "It's just, do you think that if I'm not completely sure, I dare to come to your Golden Dragon Villa alone? Ms. Matsushita, don't you think you're too naive? At least , in Yanjing, as long as I, Zhao Xiaohan, live, more than half of the land belongs to me, Zhao Xiaohan. Whether I can leave here, you have the final say, I have the final say, can you leave here, you It doesn't matter, I still have the final say. Hehe, a few ghost killers dare to act wildly on my land of China, they really don't know how to live or die!"

The moment Zhao Xiaohan uttered these words, Matsushita Miko's face changed suddenly, but it was not so obvious. At the same time, when the long knife in Zhao Xiaohan's hand was unsheathed again, Zhao Xiaolong Suddenly, the figure of Zhao Xiaohan rushed out from a distance, and rushed to Zhao Xiaohan's side. Zhao Xiaohan had no defense against Zhao Xiaolong's actions, but Zhao Xiaolong did not disappoint him after all. The moment he reached Zhao Xiaohan's side, he turned his body to Matsushita Miko's direction, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Matsushita, why don't you give me a face, count me as Zhao Xiaolong owes you a favor, let Zhao Xiaohan go. "

"Are you begging for him?" After hearing Zhao Xiaolong's words, Matsushita Miko's face was not the slightest surprise, but it was as expected. Hearing Matsushita Miko's voice, Zhao Xiaolong nodded and said: "Just be I have repaid the love I owe Zhao Xiaohan all these years."

"No need to pay back, I don't remember anymore." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head, chuckled and said: "I said, can I get out of Jinlong Villa, they don't count, I say it counts, I want to Leaving here is simply a breeze, I was just thinking about whether to let them leave alive, not to mention, my life is not up to Ms. Matsushita to decide, do you think I am right, Ms. Matsushita?"

When he said these words, a confident smile appeared on Zhao Xiaohan's face. His eyes still looked so confident. It was impossible to see that Zhao Xiaohan had reached the end of his strength. Similarly, the reason for Zhao Xiaohan's self-confidence It was also very simple, she was betting that Miko Matsushita would not dare to take his life.

"Okay, Zhao Xiaolong, remember, you owe me a favor." Unexpectedly, Matsushita Miko nodded and agreed to Zhao Xiaolong's request. After hearing Matsushita Miko's words, Zhao Xiaolong was stunned for a moment, Then he said thank you to Miko Matsushita, then turned his head to look at Zhao Xiaohan, and said in silence for a few seconds: "Brother Han, let's go, if there is a chance, I hope that the two of us can compete fairly Last time, see if you win or I lose."

"Miss Matsushita, are you afraid?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled, ignored Zhao Xiaolong, instead looked straight at Matsushita Miko, and said such a provocative sentence: "Why don't we just gamble once? , Ms. Matsushita, within 10 minutes, if they can make me admit defeat, from now on, I will never interfere in Yanjing. If you lose, it's very simple..."

ps: Explain why the update was interrupted yesterday. I had already written it, but then my leg touched the restart button, so all the written things disappeared. I am not the author. It is difficult to understand the kind of writing a chapter and then writing it again That feeling is that I am not satisfied no matter how I write it, so I have been writing this chapter since [-] o'clock until now. At [-]:[-], for this chapter, I stayed up all night before I could barely write something that was a little satisfying. Unfortunately, it was still not as good as the chapter that was lost last night. The feeling was like losing It's gone, and I can't find it again.