Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"This, a small knife, how can my generation of humans use it like this..."

"Old man, after living for so long, don't you still understand the truth that angels in the light always die earlier than evil spirits in the dark?"

"No way? No way? No way?!" Dao Feng's frightened voice sounded in the spirit of Meteorite.

Old Man Meteor: "..."

"Of course I understand."

"Huh~ I was shocked, I thought you have lived for nothing, old man, it seems that Jiang is still old and hot~"

"Haha, the little knife is really humorous."

"The old man is over the award, it's because of your old teacher!"

I really want to slap this bastard to death!

"squeak--"

The door was finally pushed open gently.

Zhu Zhuqing was ready to strike immediately, but was stopped by the blade.

"Zhuqing, wait for a while."

Seeing the yellow-faced middle-aged man who fell on the dining table and opened the door with 'Blade Edge' and 'Zhu Zhuqing' was ecstatic in his heart.

"Boss, no problem!" He turned his head and lowered his voice, the excitement in his words was beyond words.

The scar-faced, bald-headed man gave a weird "hey hey" laugh twice, licked his dry lips, and stared straight at Zhu Zhuqing lying on the table with a pair of big lantern eyes, those eyes were full of lust.

With a scarred face and a bald head, he was gearing up for fisting, pushed aside the men standing in front of him, and impatiently strode towards the unconscious two.

"Little beauty, my uncle is here!"

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, his saliva almost drools.

The subordinates behind him scrambled to keep up.

Although it's not their turn to start the soup, it's better to drink the soup earlier than the tail.

"Take this little boy out and kill him, damn it! The thought of such a r being used by this seemingly innocent dog makes me sick!"

The bald man looked impatient, but when he came in front of him, he glanced coldly at Dao Feng.

If it wasn't just in case, he really wanted to wake up the kid, and then in front of him...

Cheap him!

"Boss, Boss, before this little boy is killed, can you deal with my physical problems for me?" A weak voice sounded.

It was a skinny, wretched-looking short man.

The people around were taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously moved away from him.

"Skinny ghost, do you still have this hobby?" The bald man with the scar face looked at the wretched short man in surprise.

"Hey, just a little bit, just a little bit, brothers, don't think too much." The wretched short man looked at Dao Feng and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes flickering green.

Looking at his expression, scarred face, big bald head somewhere, don't worry.

But then he grinned grinningly, he never imagined that there would be such a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon under his command!

Hateful little boy, you are blessed!

"Since you have such a hobby, skinny guy, then naturally the eldest brother can't spoil your interest, but give me a good treat for this little boy!"

The bald man stared at the blade with a strange smile.

"Brother, don't worry, I'll let this kid know how fast he can be a man..."

"puff--"

"Le... the..."

The thin ghost tightly clutched his throat that was spurting blood crazily, his eyes were a little dazed, and he hadn't even come to his senses yet.

The bald man was sprayed with blood all over his face.

What, what's going on? !

Isn't this jr in a coma? !

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly rushed out from the dark corner, his eyes were boiling with murderous intent, his face was full of indifference.

These rubbish want to treat him...deserving to be killed!

The sharp claws in his hands shone coldly under the faint light cast from the window.

The first soul skill - Nether Spike!

But to be the leader of these people with a scarred face and a bald head, and dare to plunder the supplies of the soldiers in the Mobei Fortress, it is indeed a bit of a skill.

Martial soul possessed!

Iron rod!

This iron rod happened to block Zhu Zhuqing's first soul ability.