"Do you want to play?"

Ye Ziheng looked at the boy with a faint smile on his face. The dagger in his hand shook gently, as if he would cut his neck at any time, but every time it was a little bit worse.

"Don't play, big brother, we dare not!"

Several guys over there immediately threw the dagger to the ground and knelt down to beg for mercy.

When the boy saw this scene, he was furious and wanted to scold him. But he didn't scold him. Ye Ziheng picked his neck and shin with a sharp knife tip and asked again.

"Well, are you satisfied?"

Although the boy was angry in his heart at this time, he had not lost his mind. He knew who had the knife in his hand and whose hand was his own life.

Although very reluctantly, but he still had to bow his head to say that word.

"Yes, yes."

Ye Ziheng's face showed a faint smile, and then directly threw the dagger to the ground, and then looked at them.

"I don't want to have a hard time with any of you, but at the same time, I hope none of you can get through with me."

Then, with a smile on his face, he turned and walked away.

But when ye Ziheng saw this scene, he suddenly bent down and picked up the dagger that had just been thrown down by Ye Ziheng. Then he showed a ferocious expression and stabbed at ye Ziheng's back.

As soon as those guys kneeling to beg for mercy before saw this situation, they were directly stupid. They just managed to smooth things out just now. If this knife goes down, they have to enter the bureau!

But ye Ziheng seemed to have guessed all this. He suddenly turned around, got up and kicked him in the face of the boy.

Before the dagger in his hand had time to stab in the past, the face was kicked by Ye Ziheng solidly, and the whole face was about to be kicked out of shape.

"Putong ~"

the boy was immediately kicked out by Ye Ziheng and fell heavily on the ground. The corner of his mouth was kicked with blood. His face looked a little black. I don't know whether he was accidentally rubbed with mud or was directly kicked green by Ye Ziheng.

"This is the second time you've done it to me, but it's no more than three times. I'm giving you a break. If you dare to come later, I promise I'll kick your brains out next time."

After that, ye Ziheng turned around and looked at the dagger that had been kicked off. He thought for a while. He raised his foot and stepped on it. Then, he heard the sound of "cluttering". The dagger was suddenly broken into two pieces.

Ye Ziheng did not look back, and went straight to his tent.

As soon as ye Ziheng opened his front foot, several brothers behind the boy immediately came up, lifted him up and sent him into the tent. Some people carried water and others took towels to clean up the wound for him.

Back in the tent, he Xia'an is ready and gets into the sleeping bag, but he is not asleep. He looks at ye Ziheng with doubts on his face.

"What did you do just now?"

He Xiaan asked, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

Ye Ziheng was smiling, and then said.

"Don't you sleep here, so I went outside and went to the woods to have a toilet."

"Really?"

"Oh, I can't cheat you. Go to sleep. I'm going to practice. "

He Xia'an saw this and did not ask more questions. He closed his eyes in his sleeping bag.

Ye Ziheng began to practice beside her.

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