Chapter 2619: I know

Tolerance is reserved for the good, not the evil.
Those who are good are grateful, and those who are evil are resentful.
The grateful person, the grace of dripping water, the angry person, the hatred of Dou Mi also kills.
Since he can lead people to smash the door today for the shame and anger of the previous few days, if he is let go, after we leave, he will take revenge on Zach and Florence's family even more vigorously.
Rather than regret it, it is better to break it.
Seeing a group of serious-faced adventurers refused to run away, I don't plan to give them any more opportunities.
The walking is even, the blade is cold, and the black and red killing intent flutters with the wind like a cloak, as if it was given to me full of killing intent, with the most mysterious and strange background.
When I was only five steps away from them, some adventurers couldn't bear the horrible air, loosened their fingers, turned around, ran away desperately, and even refused to pick up weapons that fell on the ground.
Ignore the escaping adventurers, because I promised that if they want to leave, they can leave, but it must be before I start the killing.
With a role model, the remaining few hesitant adventurers finally had the courage to run away, just like the first adventurer who flees, even without weapons, they fled.
This action seriously hurt the leader of this group of adventurers. He smashed his spirits and grinned his teeth: "Do you think you can frighten me with some tricky special effects? Tell you, we are not scared! Along the way, we have gone through countless hardships and obstacles, crawling from the pile of dead people several times to be born, I...I..."
Walking slowly to him, I looked at him with the most indifferent eyes, but the sword in my hand did not move.
I was looking at his attitude and decided to use his attitude to judge his life and death.
The leader was sweating coldly, his eyes gradually changed from ferocious and firm to cowardly and fearful.
There was a soft click, followed by a muffled plop, his weapon fell to the ground, and he himself knelt on the ground, his eyes lost, his lips trembled, and he murmured: "I...I admit defeat. Please let it go."
Ignoring the leader who had lost the consciousness of fighting, I continued to walk towards the jumping clown.
The other adventurers saw that the leader had lost the consciousness of fighting, where would they have the courage to fight again, dropping their helmets and armors one by one, holding their heads in their hands, squatting on the spot, curling their heads and legs, like a quail just out of its shell. .
Jumping beam clown was also terrified. He turned around to run, but was tripped by something unknown and fell to the ground with a plop. However, he was frightened and couldn't get up no matter how much he climbed. He had to kick his hands and feet and constantly move backwards. With.
But how can this movement be faster than my even pace?
When I came to the front, I looked at him condescendingly, then slowly raised the knife in my hand, while my eyes kept moving, thinking about where to cut the knife.
"Don't... don't kill me, please, don't kill me..."
Jumping beam clown was terrified, his eyes widened, pleading hard, hoping to be spared.
But, I once spared his life, didn't I?
It's just that he was not sure.
Not only that, but it also intensified, and the grace will be revenge!
This is unbearable.
Therefore, no matter how he begged today, or someone would intercede for him, it would be impossible to save his life, even if Carter Horton came!
Just as I was thinking, a quick shout came from behind me suddenly: "Keep people under the knife, keep people under the knife!"
The sound was like a beeping drill bit.
The beam jumping clown's face instantly had a look, as if the light was coming back, and he opened his mouth and screamed: "Father! Help me..."
Then, a red line appeared on his neck, clear and straight from left to right.
Then, with a face full of disbelief, the clown fell on his back and belched.
The voice behind him became extremely stern: "Son, my son!"
I turned around and looked at the person who came coldly. This was a middle-aged man with peasy eyes, big nose, square mouth and fat ears, a little fat body, and luxurious clothes. At first glance, he looked very ordinary.
The father of the jumping beam clown who was walking quickly was taken aback by my gaze, then stopped, his expression changed several times, and then asked in a gloomy voice: "Who is your Excellency? Why refuse to listen to the old man's advice ?"
"Does it matter who I am?" Staring at him coldly, I said every word: "And why should I listen to you?"
The visitor was obviously irritated by me, and gritted his teeth and said: "I don't know what animosity Inuzi has with you, why do you have to kill him?"
"Enmity...it's a little bit" I nodded slightly, and said, "Your son is very angry. He brought this group of people over and smashed the door, affecting my rest. This reason is enough."
"It's just that it affects the rest, so do you put such a vicious hand on it?" The incoming halberd pointed at me and said angrily: "How vicious and barbarous! You have to pay the price!"
"The price? Oh, ha ha" I sneered: "If you don't tell me, I forgot, your son is pestering my fiancee, and you, the father, don’t even care about it. I haven’t asked you to settle accounts yet, but you and me. Here comes the term theoretical cost, is it funny or not?"
The middle-aged man was suffocated when he heard the words, and a touch of ashamed flashed across Tieqing's face, but then he quibbleed: "Young people naturally have the right to pursue love. Besides, my son doesn't know that the girl has a fiance... ..."
"Hahaha!" After hearing his forced sophistry, I couldn't help laughing up to the sky three times.
"What are you laughing at?" The middle-aged man's anger rose and his eyes became fierce.
It can be seen that his identity in this town is probably very honorable. He is used to being arrogant and he is suddenly interrupted by someone. He suddenly becomes angry. If it weren't for seeing a group of adventurers squatting around me like quail, he dare not move. Move, I promise, he will rush over to slap me.
I did not answer the middle-aged man’s question, but raised up to the sky and asked loudly: "Who knows where his home is?"
The vast majority of passers-by pretended not to hear them, curled up to the corner of the street, and continued to stretch their necks to watch the excitement.
On the contrary, there was a child about ten years old who ran up and down in small steps.
Stopping and raising his head, he looked at me quietly, then pulled down his nose and whispered, "I know."
The child is dressed plainly, with patches in many places. Although he is dressed in shabby clothes, there is a vigor in his eyes. I can't say what this vigor is, anyway, I can only feel anger and hatred. .
He and the middle-aged people probably have a lot of grudges.
Since there is enmity, it is easier to handle. Although the enemy's enemy may not be a friend, but it may not be an enemy. Based on this reason, I think he will probably not lie to me.
Leaning over, I smiled and asked: "You know?"
"I know!" He nodded again and said firmly: "I know! I know better than anyone in this town!"
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