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"Don't cry here. Your staff told my sister that he was lucky for you. Because of his humble blood, even my concubine can't do it. I can only be a humble concubine. If my sister marries an ordinary family, she can still spend her whole life peacefully. For example, some of the women in your big house have died well." Theseus said angrily.

Smith also knew that women in ordinary families have no chance to be their own women. It's a great fortune to be concubines. They have a very low status and can't be free at all.

But his sister is a strong woman, unable to resist such a fate, and he defiled, it is impossible to marry others, ordinary people do not dare to marry.

As a concubine, she can't be free all her life. Most of them die at the door of the house. There is fierce competition in the imperial harem. How could she be an ordinary woman.

Forced to commit suicide in shame is the best choice she can make.

But her brother Theseus couldn't bear this. He didn't believe that his sister could only have such a fate. It was all because Smith had hurt her. If it wasn't for him, her sister would not have been in such a situation.

"You have done harm to my sister. You must pay for it today." Said Theseus with a roar.

"It's just a drunken farce. I'd like to be a woman of other people's family. Who knows your sister's character? How can I blame her. If you force yourself to make trouble, you will not seek your own death. " Smith said disdainfully.

Theseus only felt that the nameless fire in his heart, his sister's life in his mouth was so worthless, just like grass mustard in general.

Theseus, unwilling, took out his own blade and cut at Smith.

Smith was not afraid to see him coming, but he was indifferent to deal with it. The two sides disassembled the moves, but they had their ups and downs.

Theseus is only a way to attack, that Smith took the move, defuse the ease. It seems that he knows the use and flaw of every move. As long as the move made by Theseus, he can resolve it in an instant.

Theseus feel wrong, the other side of their moves are very familiar, always quickly find flaws, resolve the way is some unimaginable accurate.

I just feel that the other side has rich experience in fighting, and Theseus has no mace.

At the moment, he used a move to repel Smith, then stepped back a few steps and began to build up his strength. This is a very powerful move. He must have enough strength. Smith obviously saw that he was building up his strength, but he didn't stop it.

Soon Theseus finished his work, and the light in his hand was as bright as lightning. In a flash, he came to Smith's face.

The two knives in Smith's hand waved like butterflies, and they didn't bear any force. Unexpectedly, they escaped these flying knives.

This kind of thing is a little ridiculous, they all feel a little helpless, such things are enough to make them feel very happy, this kind of thing is some very sad.

Theseus was obviously very surprised. He didn't know the key track of his stunt. If he knew the track in advance, it would be like a joke. There was no secret.

At the moment, Smith obviously knew Theseus' flying knife trajectory, which was of no use to him.

Theseus looked like a ghost. Smith felt very satisfied. He said with a smile, "the old man who taught you this unique skill of throwing knife is a sacrifice of my family, who specially tutors our royal children to practice. She told me all your tricks. You don't have any chance at all."

Theseus looked really surprised. He didn't expect that his master was someone of the other party, so his ability was useless in front of the other party.

Seeing Theseus's helpless appearance, Smith laughed and felt very happy. Such a guy could not escape from his own hands and took the fate of others in his own hands.

"Look at the throwing knife." At this time a voice began to ring.

Smith is proud, heard Theseus's words quickly resist, according to the original track to avoid, but don't think this time the throwing knife is really different, blink of an eye, shoulder has been in a throwing knife.

He couldn't believe looking at the Throwing Knife on his shoulder. He just felt that he had been fooled.

"There is no fixed number of things in the world, and the shooting trajectory of this throwing knife can be changed. Do you just think you are sure to win?" Theseus got up from the ground and said to him with a smile.

Smith's despair just now was all pretended. As a person of common blood, he had experienced more despair. How could he be so easily knocked down.

At the moment, Smith's hand was stabbed by a flying knife. Although it was dealt with quickly, it was obvious that his arm was unable to work for the time being, which was obviously a disadvantage.

Theseus certainly won't let go of this rare advantage. Fortunately, there are not many places that can be changed. The moves are still those moves. Smith struggled to resist, but he didn't fall behind.

The advantage of strong blood soon revealed, a little injury is a rapid recovery, soon his injury healed.

Theseus was anxious in his heart. If he could make a trick once, he couldn't do it any more. It was hard for him to gain an advantage again.

After all, Smith is a high blood, and his accomplishments are better than him. Under normal circumstances, he has no chance of winning.

There is no partiality in the situation, but it is difficult for the weak to gain the upper hand after all. In such cases, the strong are respected. It is a simple rule, and it is an insurmountable gap for the weak.

Gradually Theseus more and more difficult, if continue to insist on only a dead end, this is not willing to see.

Theseus soon prepared to use only the means of pressing the bottom of the box. It would be too late to use it again. Smith attacked again. He was really angry. He thought he was an ant in the palm of his hand and jumped up and bit him.

This is an unforgivable sin. An ant who has the right to offend his great God must punish him severely in order to calm his anger.

Theseus was under great pressure, so he had to use the tactics of pressing the bottom of the box. He quickly jumped up, and the dagger in his hand cut his palm. He read the formula, and his blood was stained with the dagger.

It turned out to be a magic weapon, which was despised by the Protoss. The weapons used by the demons were all costly, either blood sacrifice or magic power, but they were also powerful magic weapons.

Soon this Theseus is a very large amount of blood absorbed by the dagger, above flashing strange light, seems to have a spiritual general twist.

Theseus let go of his hand, and the dagger flew towards Smith. Smith's machete wanted to knock him off, but the strength of the dagger was so strong that it drove him back several steps.