The villain is ruthless

Chapter 370 The Lord God Game ([-])

"Of course he will come back." Jiang Zhu looked at Lydia, as if he was not worried about Kleist, "little girl, you lost."

Lydia thought she was bluffing, and couldn't help but sneer, "It's all now, you're still dreaming, it's ridiculous."

Jiang Zhu ignored her, and leaned against the window, quietly watching the night outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Lydia sneered, "Then we'll see."

She turned her head and glanced at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall, and it was only one minute before nine o'clock. Even if Kleist had great skills, it was impossible for him to catch up.

She gave Jiang Zhu a sympathetic look, and Shi Shiran returned to Prince Edward's side.

Jiang Zhu moved to the door, opened the door, and quietly stared at the path leading into the mountain. He didn't know whether it was anxiety or fear, and he felt very complicated.

What should Kleist do if she doesn't come back as promised?she asked herself.

Go out to find Kleist and bring him back, or avenge him after confirming his death?

In fact, she was not as calm as she imagined, but was inexplicably anxious.

All she knew was that Kleist must not die.

To her, Kleist was—different.

The other questers also noticed that Kleist didn't come, they were in groups of two or three, whispering, seeming to be gloating about his misfortune, and seemed to be guessing how he died.

Jiang Zhu didn't listen to the messy words, and he didn't want to listen.

Time passed by second by second, and just before the arrival of the knight, a familiar figure finally appeared on the path.

Jiang Zhu's eyes lit up suddenly, and she quickly walked to the door, looking at the figure that was getting closer, her heart was in her throat for an instant, hurry up, she kept praying in her heart, don't miss nine o'clock, and hurry up Come on, come back to me.

The man seemed to be aware of her anxiety, and his eyes fell on her through the hazy night. His eyes were focused and serious, and he seemed to comfort her silently.

Jiang Zhu's heart suddenly fell to the ground.

Like a gust of wind, the man stood beside her in an instant.

Just as Jiang Zhu was about to speak, Kleist shook his body and leaned his head on her.

Jiang Zhu raised his hand to support him, only to find that there were many wounds on his body, some of which even had injuries to the bones, which looked like they were scratched by wild animals.

Jiang Zhu turned his eyes away, helped him to sit by the window, and the next moment the knight appeared in the room.

"We meet again." Wearing a mask, he glanced at the 16 people in the room, and said unhurriedly, "Have you guessed who the princess is today?"

The voice was deep and hoarse, extremely depressing.

When the missionaries heard the words, they didn't dare to speak, as if they were afraid that if they made a wrong sentence, they would be killed by the knights.

"Looks like it's gone." The knight let out a sigh from his throat, and said endlessly sarcastically, "This is the third time, and you always let me down again and again. Who do you think I should execute this time?"

Through the mask, his eyes seemed to see through the light, and he stared at everyone present.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to say a word, for fear that the knight would choose him.

However, this time, the knight's purpose was very clear. In an instant, he locked on the positions of Jiang Zhu and Kleist.

"This time, just—" He appeared in front of Jiang Zhu as soon as he moved, and his hands were like sharp swords towards Jiang Zhu's neck, "It's just you, old man."

Jiang Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step back abruptly, trying to avoid the knight's attack. The knight smiled lightly, as if laughing at her overreaching, exuding a strong coercion, forcing Jiang Zhu to be unable to move.

He directly grabbed Jiang Zhu's neck, and was about to break it with all his might, when Jiang Zhu pulled out the dagger in his sleeve and slashed at the knight's arm. Kleist, who was unconscious beside him, also woke up. Hit the knight's stomach!

The knight was caught off guard, and was injured straight away, with a painful and suppressed cry from under the mask.

Kleist didn't stop, and the moment he withdrew his hand, his next punch landed on the knight again.

Jiang Zhu cut off the artery in the knight's hand, and then black blood flowed from the wound, which proved that the knight was not alive. Jiang Zhu was startled, but then calmed down instantly.

The knight reacted quickly, stared at Jiang Zhu and Kleist, let out an angry roar, and then rushed towards Kleist, as if he didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to hurt him.

Unforgivable!Never forgive!

Kleist stood up, regardless of his injuries, and fought with the knight.

Jiang Zhu pursed his lips, stood up with the dagger in his hand, took the opportunity to walk behind the knight, and stabbed him hard in the back. The knight screamed suddenly, as if he had discovered his weakness, and a thick black mist emanated from his body.

Kleist punched his mask, and with a click, the mask shattered, and the knight's true face was about to appear in front of everyone.

At this moment, the figure of the knight dispersed and disappeared into the room suddenly.

The night of trial was over, and he killed no one.

The rest of the people looked at Jiang Zhu and Kleist dumbfounded. They didn't expect to have the operation of defeating the knight. If so, they can learn it next time.

Jiang Zhu helped Kleist up on the ground, this time he did not faint, his eyes were terribly bright, as if telling everyone that even if he was injured, not everyone can bully him.

Prince Edward glanced at Lydia blankly, turned his head and left without saying a word, Lydia panicked and hurriedly chased after her, "Your Excellency, the matter is not what you think, please listen to my explanation, I will definitely do it next time.”

Prince Edward suddenly stopped in his tracks and gave her a cold look, "What can you do? Let me tell you clearly now that my team no longer needs you, you are useless!" After that, he did not look back leave.

"No!" Lydia was terrified, and followed closely, "This is just a small mistake, you give me another chance, next time, I will definitely do it next time."

Prince Edward didn't even look at her.

Lydia was left in place, staring blankly at the back of her sweetheart, feeling extremely sad. She turned her head and looked at Jiang Zhu's window with a gloomy face. They were all those two people. If it weren't for them, Edward would not have left her , are these sluts!

She clenched her fists tightly, and blood sprang from her palms.

It can't be like this, she wants to get Edward's approval, she wants to join Edward, it can't just end here.

Lydia gritted her teeth.

Back in the house, Kleist lost his last consciousness and fell to the ground. Jiang Zhu raised his hand to check his breath, and seeing that his breathing was weak but steady, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and dragged him to the ground. bed.

After treating his wounds with cloth and water, Jiang Zhu found half a jar of spirits in the house, thinking that this place should be the residence of an old hunter before coming here.

After disinfecting Kleist with wine, Jiang Zhu bandaged the wound and fed him some water before sitting aside and guarding him.

(End of this chapter)