Chapter 647

"Do you want to play?"

Ye Ziheng looked at the boy, with a faint smile on his face. The dagger in his hand shook gently, as if he would cut his neck at any time, but every time it was a little bit worse.

"Stop playing, big brother, we dare not!"

A few guys over there immediately threw their daggers to the ground and knelt down to beg for mercy.

When the boy saw this, he was furious. He wanted to scold him. But he didn't scold him. Ye Ziheng picked up his neck and shin with a sharp blade and asked again.

"How do you like it?"

Although the boy is angry at this time, he has not lost his mind. He knows who has the knife and whose hand his life is.

Although very reluctant, but he still had to bow to say the word.

"Take it, take it."

A faint smile appeared on ye Ziheng's face, then he directly threw the dagger to the ground, and then looked at them.

"I don't want to have trouble with any of you, but at the same time, I hope that none of you can't have trouble with me."

With that, he smiled and turned away.

But before ye Ziheng saw this scene, the boy who had been holding the dagger with his neck lowered suddenly stooped to pick up the dagger just dropped by Ye Ziheng, then showed his ferocious expression and stabbed ye Ziheng in the back.

Those guys who had knelt down to beg for mercy were directly stupid when they saw this situation. They just managed to settle the matter. If this stab goes down, it's not all in the game!

But ye Ziheng seems to have guessed all this. He suddenly turns around, gets up and kicks the boy in the face.

Before the dagger in that hand could be stabbed, ye Ziheng kicked his face firmly. The whole face was about to be kicked out of shape.

"Poo Tong ~"

the boy was kicked out by Ye Ziheng in an instant, and fell to the ground heavily. The corner of his mouth was kicked with blood. His face looked a little black. I don't know whether he was accidentally rubbed with mud or directly kicked by Ye Ziheng.

"It's the second time you've dealt with me, but it's no more than three. I'll spare you one time. If you dare to come later, I promise, I can kick your brains out next time."

With that, ye Ziheng turned around, looked at the dagger that was kicked off, thought for a while, picked up his foot, stepped on it, and then heard the "clacking" sound, and the dagger was broken into two parts in a moment.

Ye Ziheng did not turn back, and went straight to his tent.

As soon as ye Ziheng's front foot opened, several brothers behind the boy immediately came up, picked him up and sent him to the tent. Someone picked up the water and someone took a towel to clean his wound.

Back in the tent, he Xiaan is ready to go into the sleeping bag, but he is not asleep. He looks at ye Ziheng with a puzzled face.

"What did you just do?"

He Xiaan asked, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

But ye Ziheng smiled and said.

"Don't you sleep, so I hang out and go to the toilet in the woods."

"Really?"

"Oh, what a big deal, I can still cheat you. Go to sleep, and I'll practice. "

When he Xiaan saw this, he did not ask more questions. He shrank in his sleeping bag and closed his eyes.

And ye Ziheng began to cultivate beside her.