Chapter 271: Kill with a knife

If the Baiming disciples said something similar, they didn't know how many people had been calmed down, but this time in front of this red man, they obviously failed.
There was a touch of fun in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and patted the Prajna mask that was about to break: "Listen to you, hey, I'm looking forward to your master's revenge ... I originally wanted to make you Let's get a soul flying together so that you don't obstruct your eyes like a fly. Now it seems that you must leave your soul alone, otherwise no one will report to your master. Well, which one is better? "
His expression was like picking a chicken in a chicken cage. At the moment, the faces of the three people, Zhong Rushuang, can no longer be described as shabby, and they have no face at all!
It turns out that there are really people in the world who are not afraid of their master. ‘My dad is Li Gang’ and I met Obama. People do n’t eat this!
This man in red, like Ning Xuemo and Xiao Qilin, also gave these three people a multiple choice question. The three of them can only leave one soul, but whoever stays can let them decide .--
In other words, he supported these three people to carry out a nest fight, and the one who survived was the lucky one ...
With this multiple-choice question, the three brothers and sisters who had lived and died together and worked together to become the enemies who wanted each other to die. Each has a different trick ...
The "three brothers" were first killed by the "brother", and the body was kicked out of the Prajna mask.
Such a mask is indeed a treasure, and it is easy for people to get out of it, but difficult to get in. The body of the three brothers had just been kicked out, and immediately turned into the pale golden light, leaving no bone residue.
"Brother ..." Zhong Rushuang looked sad, tears in his eyes: "I know that you have always liked me, and among the teachers and brothers, you hurt me the most. You used to play the flute all night under my window, You said you would do whatever it took for me to go to the soup ... "
The elder brother seemed to be touched, and the sword-holding hand slowly lowered: "Yeah, I have always liked you ... but you, you refuse to respond to me ..."
"Brother, I am not willing to respond to you, but my mental strength has not yet broken through the ground, and I am afraid that I am not worthy of you. In fact, I have always liked Master ..." Zhong Rushuang stared at the tip of his sword, his voice More sad.
"What's the proof?" The elder brother seemed somewhat unbelieving.
"Evidence?" Zhong Rushuang smiled bitterly. "Do you still need evidence to like someone?"
"You say this at such a moment, but you want me to give you this chance of life ... Sister Frost, do you think I'm stupid?"
"Brother, you are wrong. In order to prove my heart, I have decided to leave you the only chance ... brother, you ... you take care." The tears in Zhong Rushuang's eyes finally rolled down.
A crying beauty is always pitiful, not to mention that this is originally a sweetheart?
Brother could not help but step forward: "Sister Frost ..."
Zhong Rushuang looked at him in tears: "Brother, I just want to let you know my heart, I'm afraid I won't have a chance without saying ..."
"I, I understand. Sister Frost, sorry ... sorry ..."
"Don't say sorry, brethren, your mental strength has broken through the sixth level of the ground, you are better than us to survive. Ru Shuang only has one requirement now."
"What is it? You say."