Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

With a little force on his feet, he moved, and the middle-aged man, who was already out of shape, slowly oozes blood from his face.

The sole of Dao Feng's shoe tightly sealed the middle-aged man's mouth so that he would not cry and cry when he was slightly punished.

"Yuck~"

Zhu Zhuqing supported the cave wall, glanced this way, felt nauseated for a while, and vomited again.

Daofeng: The little kitty is not going to hate people, is it?

Be gentle, yes, be gentle.

I exerted a little force on my feet.

"Whether my sword is fast or not is actually not that important. Judging by your pitiful appearance, you didn't see clearly that I was using the sword."

"Do you know why you are not dead yet?"

"Woooo-"

"Did I let you talk?!"

Daofeng snorted coldly, and the black iron sword ruthlessly plunged into the middle-aged man's belly, stirring.

The pain caused the eyes of the middle-aged man to crack open, and his body, which was still bleeding out without limbs, was struggling violently.

Blade looked down at him and smiled softly.

"The reason why I only keep you alive is because I don't want to make the scene too bloody. Our Zhuqing is not used to this kind of scene, so I will take care of her feelings."

The middle-aged man stared at him with pleading eyes.

Daofeng smiled and slowly stirred the black iron sword, looked at the distorted face that was trampled under his feet and said:

"It's easy to kill all of you bugs, but that won't work."

"When I think about the nasty things you are going to do to Zhuqing, I feel extremely uncomfortable."

"Thinking about what will happen to Zhuqing if you really get it, I can't breathe."

He smiled, that smile was so cold that even the air froze.

The middle-aged man was only level 31, and his head was as fragile as a watermelon that could be crushed at any time under the blade's feet.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had almost vomited up her belly, wiped her lower lip and walked towards this side.

She knew that the best way to overcome fear was to face it head on! !

Looking at Dao Feng in the field of Shura, Zhu Zhuqing felt that he was more like a big villain, but his words warmed her heart.

She thought: The reason why he tortured him with such inhumane means was because he was afraid?

If he really fell into the hands of these people, thinking that he would be taken turns by these four trash... he would go crazy.

"The tone in my heart needs your pain to be eliminated, so you can't die easily!" Dao Feng drew out the black iron sword while speaking, and raised the sword to stab again.

At this moment, a small hand embraced him.

Looking at Dao Feng, it was Zhu Zhuqing Qing who had a bad complexion.

"Feng, kill him directly."

Zhu Zhuqing said in a low voice, although she wished she could do such a disgraceful thing to herself after kissing her.

But she still didn't want to torture them.

Dao Feng looked into Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, Zhu Zhuqing didn't dare to look at him, she knew her heart was softening again.

"Zhuqing, I can't listen to you this time. If I just let him die like this, even if I hold Zhuqing to sleep, I won't be able to sleep well at night."

"I can't breathe when I think about Zhuqing being treated by them..."

Dao Feng gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's face and said softly.

Zhu Zhuqing's heart trembled, she gently hugged Dao Feng's hand to her face, and whispered: "But I don't want you to become cruel because of me, I know you hate killing and blood the most."

"Fool." Dao Feng lightly squeezed Zhu Zhuqing's icy and tender face with a smile, and then looked at the middle-aged man who was still alive.

"You're lucky, our little cat is soft-hearted, otherwise it would not be a simple matter for you to want to die."

He squeezed Zhu Zhuqing who was holding his hand tightly.

"Hey, go to the side, I'll take care of this."

Zhu Zhu took a sweeping look at the field, and the inhuman middle-aged man tortured by the blade, although there was nothing to vomit in his stomach, he couldn't help retching.

Looking at Zhu Zhuqing who was about to stay with him, Dao Feng smiled and said: "Okay, you've done a good job, go to the side quickly."

Zhu Zhuqing finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Trotted to the side and retched again.

Zhu Zhuqing, why are you so disappointing? !

She clutched her huge conscience and retched, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Dao Feng sprayed the wound on the middle-aged man at his feet, and the middle-aged man began to struggle crazily.

I know I can't move anymore.

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