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"Help you up?" A man with a shaved head and a green dragon on his head squatted down in front of him and smiled arrogantly, "it's not impossible to save you. Call grandpa!"

"Grandpa!" The night shadow cried without hesitation.

He couldn't see Xiaoche's expression behind him, and he didn't dare to go back to see it. He was afraid that once he turned back, he would cause Xiaoche to sink. He was afraid that once he turned back, he would see the disdainful face of young master Xiaoche.

But now, no matter how humiliating, he will bear it. This is their only chance.

"Yo Yo, what a good grandson!" The man played with the dagger in his hand and turned a circle in the palm. As a result, "accidentally" cut off the grass caught by the night shadow.

Night shadow's body sank immediately, but he quickly pulled his fingers into the soil to ease the sinking speed.

At the moment of his sinking, Xiaoche's body also sank, and the swamp had covered his waist, but he didn't hum from beginning to end. His small face was white, his thin lips were tight, and he looked coldly at what the bald man had done to the night shadow.

The man seems to be addicted to playing. The cold dagger rotates at his fingertips and accidentally sticks in the palm of the night shadow. With a slight force, the sharp blade immediately penetrated the palm, inserted into the bone seam and nailed his palm to the ground.

Ten fingers are still connected to the heart, not to mention the pain of wearing the palm.

Even though the pain point of night shadow is higher than that of ordinary people, I can't help convulsing now.

The man looked at his slightly twitching body, patted his face and smiled abnormally, "Oh, grandson, Grandpa hurts you. Come on, let Grandpa take a good look. " He held the handle of the dagger and moved slowly. The sharp blade slowly cut the palm of his hand and moved a little in the direction of the finger gap.

He wants to split the palm of the night shadow from the back of his hand.

His movement was very slow, as if he were playing with toys. His eyes were excited to stare at the night shadow and endure the pain. He even drooled because he was too excited, "grandson, cry out and cry out. As soon as you cry, Grandpa will be distressed and may let you go. Otherwise... "He suddenly looked up at Xiao Che's direction," I'll kill him. "

"You dare!" At the moment when he looked up, night shadow suddenly pulled hard by the force of nailing the palm with a dagger. While the dagger cut off the palm, night shadow's body had rolled ashore.

He fiercely ran away from the man, got up crazily and ran forward desperately. His face was covered with mud, and his veins burst up. He shouted angrily, "young master!"

He didn't dare to run far. He was afraid that the man would cut off the safety belt connected with Xiaoche. He grabbed the safety belt with his uninjured hand and pulled it hard. Xiaoche's body flew up in the air immediately. He was afraid that Xiaoche would fall back to the swamp and immediately pulled his hands together. However, the fingers that are well divided into left and right halves have lost the ability to clench.

He had to grind his teeth and rotate on the spot, wrapping the arrangement around his waist.

Looks ridiculous, but Xiaoche has shed tears.

"Fuck!" The man got up from the ground, pulled out a huge steel sword from behind and cut it ferociously to the night shadow.

The night shadow was still rotating. Excessive blood loss and excessive rotation made him dizzy in front of his eyes, and the steel knife cut it down for a moment. Not far away came Xiao Che's shrill cry, "Uncle shadow."

The night shadow subconsciously raised his arm to block it, and blood splashed in the twinkling of an eye.

At the same time, he hit the ground heavily, his eyes were blurred, but he had only one thought in his heart, "young master Xiaoche, young master Xiaoche..."

"I'm here, uncle Ying. I'm here." Xiao Che's face appeared vaguely in front of him. His voice was choking, and his two small hands pulled him, "Uncle shadow, can you stand up?"

"Yes, I can." The night shadow just got together and hit the ground heavily.

Xiao Che's expression was rare and nervous. "Uncle Ying, we'd better go quickly. The amount of anesthetic on the throwing knife is small. He will react in less than three minutes. "

In three minutes, he could not throw the man weighing 200 kilograms into the swamp with his strength; For three minutes, he couldn't carry the night shadow and ran away.

Therefore, looking at the extremely difficult appearance of the night shadow, Xiaoche suddenly made a decision. He took off his coat, pulled a fairly clean cloth, and put medicine on the palm of Yeying.

"There's no way to disinfect. Bear it."

Night shadow has few minor injuries. There are two serious injuries, one is the palm and the other is the biceps brachii of the left arm. Although the man was shot by Xiaoche's dart, when the steel knife fell, the blade cut away a piece of his flesh.

Xiao Che poured half a bottle of the wound medicine of Ghost Island, pasted it on him and wrapped it in cloth.

Just finished, the man woke up and looked at Xiaoche strangely, "smelly boy, you just plotted against me?"

Xiao Che placed the night shadow under a big tree, and he pulled out a short sword from behind his waist.

Dagger, dagger and concealed weapon are the portable equipment of night shadow.

Xiao Che weighed the short sword in his palm. Night Rui taught him the sword technique, but he used the long sword and short sword for the first time.

He didn't know if he could beat him, but he knew it was an opportunity and he would try it anyway.

Man, there is no reason to hide behind others forever. It is said that when my father was eight years old, he could lay a chess piece hidden in the Sui Dynasty for more than 20 years.

He's bleeding from his father. There's no reason not to.

The short sword turned out a beautiful sword flower in the palm of his hand. Xiaoche handsome carried the short sword behind him and stood up.

Night shadow pulled him with his still intact hand. His body struggled to sit up, and his voice was hoarse, "young master, I'll go."

Xiao Che patted him on the shoulder, "Uncle Ying, leave the rest to me. Don't worry, I won't let you down, let alone humiliate my father. "

"Smelly boy, I'm talking to you. I'm deaf. Did you just plot against me?" After all, a small amount of anesthetic is of little use. The man is now very sober.

Xiao Che looked at him coldly and walked carelessly to the open space a little far away from the night shadow.

"It's me." Xiao Che looked coldly at the big knife in his hand, "do you want to use a knife to deal with a child of mine?" Disdainfully glanced, "of course, with your ability, you still have a better chance of winning with a knife."

Generally speaking, it works well for ordinary people, and so does this man. He immediately threw the knife and wiped his nose. "Smelly boy, you just plotted against me. Now, I can crush you with one finger."

He immediately turned his palm into a fist and hit Xiaoche hard.

Of course, Xiao Che didn't dare to connect hard. One side of his body dodged for a week, but the heavy boxing brought up the hair in his ear, which was cool to his ears.

This man has great strength!

Xiaoche dare not take it lightly. The other party punches very fast. Xiaoche keeps avoiding and retreating.

They seem to have entered a game of cat and mouse.