Rebirth of the scholarly lady

Chapter 728 Number Two
The King of Hades likes to make it difficult for a little ghost. This kind of cheap man is as disgusting as a cockroach. It is absolutely impossible for him to swallow his anger after being hurt so much.

What's more, the cloak he used to keep warm was snatched away by Nan Surou. If he didn't stand up and resist, what awaited him would be death!
He could only hear him yelling: "You bitch...I want to make you regret it, I must kill you! Women are born bitches, born to be fucked by men, and you are no exception."

Nan Surou smiled softly, and slowly floated to the side of the tree trunk with the steps of a fairy. She looked down at the man who obviously didn't understand the current situation, and said, "Woman? This gender is what I am proud of." For the idiot who turned his back to me and hugged his dick and wailed, he kept calling me a bitch, just because he couldn't eat grapes and said grapes were sour."

"I'm going to kill you!" He suddenly opened the things hidden under his robe, and hit Nan Surou again.

Nan Surou moved away lightly, and at first glance, it turned out to be a small crossbow, and when she looked up again, she saw a pocket crossbow in the man's hand.

Nan Surou's mind flashed, and she immediately realized that if this man killed a person, he might have taken the opponent's weapon. Now Nan Surou has snatched his crossbow, but it will take time to reload the arrow. If he can't use it in the meantime, he has to strike first and attack Nan Surou with another hidden weapon.

"Hmph, bitch, you're just good at escaping, you don't have a weapon, and the weapon you snatched from me has no arrows." The man yelled frantically.

Nan Surou really wanted to break a branch and just shoot the idiot below to death, but she didn't do it.

Because, Nan Surou felt a strange aura approaching quietly, the corners of her lips curled up in a strange arc, and her light body was swaying on the tree, floating from one tree to another, like a fairy, that The man had just been seriously injured, unable to aim, and the arrows were constantly being shot, all wasted.

Nan Surou didn't bother to tangle with him, and used lightness kung fu to escape without a trace in a short while, and then quietly hid in the crown of a tree where the man couldn't see, and quietly peeped at the situation below.

The man chased Nan Surou for a long time, but failed to kill Nan Surou. He was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"Ah-"

The sound of sharp blades piercing through flesh and blood rang in my ears.

The man who was full of sluts just now was horrified to find that a silver sharp weapon had pierced upwards from his stomach, and he looked back tremblingly... only to see a picture hidden under the brim of the hooded cloak. The face of a beautiful man.

Before he died, he was still regretting that he only wanted to kill Nan Surou, a bitch, but forgot about the dangers around him, so he was killed by someone. He couldn't bear to die.

Seeing this scene in the dark, Nan Surou couldn't help narrowing her eyes slightly.

She could see that the murderer's weapon was a sword, but she couldn't see the face of the murderer clearly. She only knew that under the hooded cloak was a pair of red lips with an extremely beautiful smile. The alluring meaning made her unable to help imagining what a beautiful face would be under the hooded cloak.

Nan Surou held her breath, and was surprised to find that the person who had just killed someone wiped the sharp blade on the cloth of the corpse, then put it away, and touched the corpse again, but it seemed that nothing could be found Useful things, then sighed in disappointment, and left slowly.

Nan Surou didn't stay long either, she simply packed up her things and then thought about how to spend the night.

The other side of the valley.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

An anxious figure walked cautiously through the forest, heavy panting came from under the hooded cloak, it was hard to tell whether the person was excited now, or was out of breath from walking too hastily.

He is number five.

No. [-] spread out the map, checked his environment, and murmured to himself, "It's just a little bit closer. If you go further ahead, you will see the boss..." The boss is waiting for him, the man born like a king , waiting for him...

His boss is the only person in this world that he admires uniquely. Such a person should be number one. However, that title is taken by that extremely weak woman. It doesn't matter, she is a saint who is about to be killed Forget it, his boss took a step back and became No. [-]. In fact, he was similar to No. [-], so he didn't have to worry about it with women.

Just this morning, when the godfather brutally murdered his godson in October and took everyone to receive "welfare" as if nothing had happened, No. [-] signaled a few other people to gather at the end of the river in the valley.

No. [-] admires No. [-] very much, and so do the others. They all remember the vivid and intense encounter with No. [-]. No matter what difficulties they encounter, as long as No. [-] is there, their fear will disappear instantly.

Number two...is a genius!Number Five has always believed that the only person who can become king is Number Two, and Number Two must be the only one who can walk out of the valley this time!

What shit the Holy See?
What training?
What hunts vampires?
What cannibalism?

It's all bullshit!As long as they follow their boss, they will all survive to the end!Number five thought to himself, the only one who can give orders to him is that man!
The man with the second title, no matter what he is asked to do, he always shows his genius side, stealing, boxing, swordsmanship, even painting, music, he is very talented, it is not human, they are all Thinking, this person is a born king and supreme, and will become a big man that no one can imagine in the future.

It's just that No. [-] is a strange person who easily agrees to be the boss of these bastards...

Before he knew it, he had already reached the end of the river, and he saw the god-like man sitting on a huge rock, the cold wind blowing his hooded cloak, as if an angel spread its wings, Death raised his scythe.

"Boss—" No. [-] looked at the man with reverence in his excited mood.

Number two looked at him with a flat look, silent.

However, when No. [-] approached the rock pile, he found that the wet sand on the wet ground turned out to be...fucking red...

Before No. [-] could react.

Only No. [-] said in an extremely flat tone: "Locke, be careful where you step, that thing is slippery..."

Locke is Number Five's real name.

When No. [-] heard what No. [-] said, he couldn't help looking at the soles of his feet in doubt. He stared at the weird red, and his eyes began to wander.

Follow No. [-]... Can you really live to the end?

"Uh..." No. [-] followed the strange red color and saw a hand, which was covered with blood. The owner of that hand was hiding behind a boulder, and seemed to be lying there stiffly.

No. [-] thumped in his heart, his hands were pale and weak, he had seen...that was...that was the color that a dead person would show...

(End of this chapter)