C804 Terrifying Fujitsu Dragon 1 (1/2)
At this moment, with this scene coupled with the cartoon wind, one could feel the numerous professional thugs and the three black lines on the foreheads of the two elders that were thicker than submarine cables. If a person who was about to die was not dispirited and had no way out, or was unable to return to the sky to mourn his fate, why would he be like Ye Cheng who was fooling around in front of everyone? He would even blindly use the katana that was regarded as a sacred object by the people of the island, as if it was the symbol of the national spirit.
Everyone clearly saw that Ye Cheng's warrior's sabre tip was only a centimeter away from his belly, but this centimeter was the furthest distance in the world. No matter how Ye Cheng shouted, he wouldn't pierce through, and there were several assassins with sharp eyes who saw that the sabre tip was just about to pierce through, but when Ye Cheng opened his mouth, they all fell back to their original location.
It wasn't easy to be a professional killer, especially on a sunny afternoon like this in the spring. If he couldn't properly appreciate it, then that was fine, but he still had to stand there blankly with a katana in hand. He couldn't attack if he attacked, and he had no way to retreat. This was a feeling that it was better to die than to live. Seeing Ye Cheng so slow and not die, the assassins even had the heart to die for him.
”Deaths are lighter than hongfu, heavier than Mount Tai. And now, I, Ye Cheng, am completely dead, no, heavier than Mount Fuji. Let me die. If my death can bring peace to the harmonious human world, then what does my death count for? ” Ye Cheng was still passionately expressing his views on life and death. Although he had fought for this time out of disgust, it was still quite effective. The Zhen Qi within his body had just barely recovered to 70% of its original strength. In the battle against Fu Qingyun that day, his injuries were far more severe than this. However, it seemed that after that battle, Ye Cheng's self-recovery speed had clearly increased. The cultivation that he needed at least three days to recover was now less than three hours.
Mei-zi, please bear with it a little longer. Your husband will have the ability to save you. Ye Cheng was chatting about random things, but his eyes never left the distant prison cart or the extremely beautiful woman in it. He had made many wrong decisions in his life. The operation five years ago failed, and Lan Ya died five years ago. Now, there was another rule added to the list, and that was, Ye Cheng should not have let Meizi go. Otherwise, she wouldn't have suffered this kind of punishment. Mei-zi, your husband will definitely save you. If I really have to commit suicide from the bottom of my heart, then that's not for you.
There is a limit to how much a person can endure. Although the elder is experienced and knowledgeable, not every elder has a good temper. If the knock-off version of the Turtle Immortal was said to have a warm and gentle temper, then the stern old man would have the standard fiery temper. In front of all his subordinates, he could not do anything about it, but now, he did not care about it anymore, because if he did not act now, he felt like he would vomit blood and die.
In the blink of an eye, the old man with a serious expression flashed and grabbed Ye Cheng's neck.
”Listen, kid, don't think I don't know what's going on in your head. After living for so long, what have I not seen? You think you can deceive me with your little trick of selling your talent in the martial arts world? ” The strength in the old man's hand grew stronger as he spoke.
Ye Cheng's neck was being pinched. Relying on his vigorous Zhen Qi, he was secretly resisting, in case the other party would accidentally snap his neck. Looking at the other party's posture and that pair of triangle-shaped eyes that had endured him for a long time and wanted to put him to death, Ye Cheng bet that he would break his neck like a chocolate biscuit. Kacha.
The atmosphere had finally changed.
The professional assassins, who were all feeling drowsy and unable to fall down, all regained the nervousness and efficiency they had during the battle. It seemed like another great battle was about to break out.
”Yes, if you have something to say, just say it, An Hong.” Ye Cheng tried his best to speak smoothly, but his face had already turned red. Even so, Ye Cheng did not forget his humorous skills and continued to speak like Zhang Yimou did in the movie ”If you have something to say, just say it.”
”What do you mean 'An Hong is not feeling well'? Remember, you'll have to report to the Kitigarbha Bodhisattva later.” This old man does not change his name, but does not change his surname. We are not in charge, nor are we the stewards. In fact, we are the masters of the esteemed Young Lord. With that lousy mouth of yours, not only did you humiliate our most prized disciple, you also humiliated us. ” Fu Gong Long glared at him. Ye Cheng could see the fire burning in his eyes.
”T-that's really Sorry!” I swear, if I knew that you were the parrot's master, I would swear even worse than before.
”Listen, these are the last words you ever heard in this world. My young master, the hero, cherishes the hero; he originally wanted you to come down and serve my Kawagawa Society. That way, you can establish your meritorious service in the future and marry my young lady.” It's a pity, with your intelligence, how can you understand the foresight of my Young Master? Even so, my young master was magnanimous and urged us to let you kill yourself, because he admired you for being a hero and wanted you to die a decent death. Unfortunately, you failed him again. ”
Heavens, the logic of the islanders was truly like that of a god. No wonder they called themselves the descendants of God's Illumination. They were indeed godlike. Respect me, and you still want me to kill myself? I am a seven feet tall Chinese man, if I don't serve my country, why would I go to your crappy little island? It is only a matter of time before I marry the beautiful woman, but I want to marry her in style, in accordance with our Chinese etiquette. Mei-zi is my, Ye Cheng's, woman.
”Since you are afraid of death, then I will have to take action.” When he finished speaking, Fu Palace Dragon One's other hand was already raised high into the air. If he were to swing, then the strength would be like ten thousand katana blades gathering together and slashing at his body, and he would be chopped into mincemeat.