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Is this over?
Is this the end?
What else is this knife for except giving people a reason to transform? !
Kafka pursed her lips, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
She turned her head to look at Ren, then turned back to look at Cheng Che, "Hmm... an immortal dragonborn, a demonic Yin body..."
Cheng Che: ...
It's okay, just pretend he didn't ask.
Even if you fight for a hundred or eighty years, you may not be able to kill him.
"Oh." Cheng Che relaxed his brows and muttered, "Sure enough, he won't die..."
Kafka sighed and took two steps forward, "Everyone, listen to me, it's time to end it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people fighting in the arena paused and the attack stopped at this moment.
"Word Spirit Technique?" Dan Heng pursed his lips, turned his head and looked at Kafka with a cold gaze.
"Yeah." Kafka smiled softly, crossing her arms across her chest, "Aren, you..."
Before Kafka could finish, the sword in Blade's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The man's hair was disheveled, and he pressed his fingers hard on his forehead, as if he wanted to pinch straight into his flesh to relieve the pain in his head.
Ren's brows were furrowed, his eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing became heavier at this moment.
Under the vigilant gazes of the crowd, the man's breathing made a groaning sound like a dead tree, blood-red spread from under his feet, flickering with light, and fragile flowers grew from it, stretching their branches and leaves.
"Aren?"
Kafka's pupils trembled slightly, and she rushed towards the direction of the blade, and at the same time shouted, "Cheng Che!"
The woman's voice was particularly solemn at this moment, with a hint of anxiety, "A Ren, listen to me, okay? Contain the power of the demonic body!"
After the words fell, the man did not react at all and fell into confusion at this moment.
Red flowers took root and sprouted on the ground, spreading a blood-red color. The man frowned, his back hunched, one hand supporting his forehead, and the other hand resting on his chest to exert force.
Cheng Che shrugged, took off his T-shirt and threw it on the ground, then ran towards the blade, "You can still wear it after washing it."
But if you get stabbed, you really can't wear it anymore.
"Cheng Che?" Dan Heng frowned slightly, looking at Cheng Che's actions in confusion.
"It's okay." Cheng Che responded casually, opened his arms and bumped into Ren's body, saying helplessly, "Aim a little bit before stabbing, it's better to stab the old wound——"
Before he finished speaking, the long sword pierced through the chest. The seemingly fragmented blade pierced through the two bodies like a string of candied haws, and then was quickly pulled out without any trembling in the hand.
Blood gushed out, and blood-red flowers that appeared out of nowhere on the ground swayed slightly, and the color became brighter and brighter.
Pain came from his chest. Cheng Che loosened his clenched teeth and let go of Ren's body. "I really am..."
Another sword!
Cheng Che looked down at his chest and cast a reproachful look at Kafka who was stringing candied haws without mercy, "You missed your aim and you poked another hole in me."
Kafka:…
Kafka blinked, looked down at the wound on the blade that had begun to heal, then looked at Cheng Che's chest, and said hesitantly, "Next time, definitely next time."
"But..." Kafka paused, raised her finger and pointed at the bloody hole in front of Cheng Che, "You are burning."
Chapter 203 I have an unwelcome request...
The flames clung to the wounds like melted honey, gnawing at the damaged flesh and burning the wounds infected by swords and knives clean bit by bit.
Dan Heng squatted in front of Cheng Che, frowned, and then couldn't help asking: "You...before I and I were together to explore...have you mutated into this state?"
As he spoke, Dan Heng stretched out his hand, and just as he was about to try what the fire was, he was blocked by Cheng Che.
Cheng Che sat on the ground, took the bag from Kafka, took out his coat and put it on, "If you touch me now, I suspect you're going to have an evaporation reaction."
That hurt...
He couldn't bear it.
Dan Heng:......
Dan Heng silently withdrew his hand, and hesitantly glanced at the people around him, and said in a cold voice: "Solve the current trouble first, your injury..."
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Che stood up with his hands on the ground and straightened his collar, "It will heal soon."
As he spoke, Cheng Che glanced at the blade that was grabbing Kafka's wrist for leverage.
The man had regained his sanity, the sword wound on his chest was gradually healing, and the blood had stopped flowing at this moment.
"It's all over..." Cheng Che murmured, spreading his hands, "Do you want to continue fighting? Let me make it clear first, it's not okay for Feng to stab me once. Sooner or later, I will be stabbed into-"
Before he could finish his words, a chess piece flew over from the side and went straight to Cheng Che's forehead.
Cheng Che reached out and grabbed it, then turned around and said, "You owe me a curse."
"Ah..." Jing Yuan sighed softly, but there was a smile in his voice, "I'm saving you from the curse, but you really don't appreciate it..."
As he spoke, Jing Yuan's eyes swept across Ren and Kafka, finally stopping on the familiar figure.
Jing Yuan's eyes flickered, and he reached out to pull up the exhausted young man beside him. After a long silence, he said, "If the two old friends want to return to the Immortal Boat, they should have told me about this old friend earlier, right?"
Dan Heng remained silent, standing beside Cheng Che and seemed to be thinking about something.
"I have finished what I wanted to do." Ren snorted lightly, his eyes swept across Dan Heng and then fell on Jing Yuan, his voice hoarse and low.
Jing Yuan sighed, crossed his arms and nodded, "Yeah, it's over."
The white-haired man pondered for a long time, and finally looked at Ren and his group and said, "This time you have helped Xianzhou, Kafka, take him away, this time..."
He could be temporarily blinded.
"General!" Yan Qing's pupils trembled slightly. He was about to say something but when he saw Jing Yuan's cold face, he quickly kept silent.
"But..." Jing Yuan paused, and looked at Cheng Che, who was holding his chest with an expressionless face, with interest, "This guy from the Starry Sky Train is very vengeful. He has been hurt by you twice..."
At this point, Jing Yuan smiled slightly and looked at Cheng Che, "Cheng Che, do you want revenge now?"
Come!
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"Revenge?" Cheng Che raised his eyes, his expression calm. "What revenge?"
"Don't the people who hurt you have to pay the price?" Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Cheng Che with a smile.
Stab back, get revenge and be consistent with the code of conduct.
If you refuse...
The shaky pretense was completely gone.
He felt that Cheng Che would not let his vest fall off like this. Although it was dispensable, it could still give Cheng Che some fun sometimes.
Cheng Che thought about it and shook his head, "No, you also know that I am a pleasure boss, my only purpose is to have fun."
"Fun? Being stabbed is fun?" A hint of doubt flashed in Jing Yuan's eyes and his voice was hesitant.
Cheng Che nodded calmly, took out a piece of candy from his bag and threw it to Yan Qing before continuing: "Inflicting pain on my body is also a kind of pleasure, and..."
Cheng Che did not continue speaking. He looked at Jing Yuan and said softly, "I also said the same thing. If your evil spirit attacks, you can stab me. I don't mind."
Jing Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and nodded, "Let's go."
Really honest, getting hurt is fun, this lousy vest can't be taken off, right? !
What's the point of admitting it to him alone?
"I'm leaving." Kafka patted Ren's shoulder, glanced at Cheng Che, and then turned and left.
Cheng Che pursed his lips, but couldn't help but stop, "Wait... I have a question..."
Kafka and Ren's backs were startled, and they turned to look at Cheng Che.
The man had his hands in his pockets, and was only wearing a coat with the collar open to avoid rubbing against his wounds. His chest was exposed to reveal his powerful curves, but his face was very sincere.
Cheng Che pointed at Dan Heng and looked at Ren, "You turned him into a dragon with one sword... and that's it?"
Can't figure it out!
Even if two people couldn't kill him, he couldn't understand it!
"..." Blade paused, and his gloomy eyes swept over the man with double horns on his head, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not the time yet."
As foreseeable, Yin Yue cannot stop.
"Oh." Cheng Che nodded, raised his hand and waved, "That's fine, bye, but you wait a moment."
blade:……
ill? !
Without waiting for Ren to speak again, Cheng Che took out a marker pen with familiarity, took off their gloves in the confused eyes of Ren and Kafka, and carefully drew two strokes on each of their palms, "Welcome to visit next time."
blade:……
Kafka:…
The two looked at Cheng Che deeply, and finally turned and left.
As they passed by, Ren whispered, "Pay attention to your injuries."
Cheng Che nodded and turned to look at Jing Yuan and Dan Heng, "They are gone, what about us?"
Jing Yuan:......
Dan Heng:......
The aggrieved Xiao Yanqing: ...
How did this person manage to keep a calm face while keeping score with the Star Core Hunter? !
Didn't you feel anything when two swords stabbed four holes in your chest?!
"haven't seen you for a long time……"